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<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis Skills: Oath sense --- Niah was used to a mild tingle somewhere right at the base of her head, just above where it met the spine. She scratched at it. Almost everyone had broken minor promises, she liked being around those who hadn't. There was no getting around it. As far as she was concerned they didn't even really count, but there she was with tingle reminding her they did. Fortunately, for her lies didn't. That could have hurt. She scratched at the back of her neck. It didn't help. She had finished her mid-day meal and was following a good portion of the crowd out of the mess hall. Mealtime was chaotic, and the buzz at the back of her head was near-constant during that time. In the mess hall she honestly couldn't tell who was pinging on her obnoxious radar, but in smaller groups and especially one-on-one, or god forbid she touched a person she knew exactly who had and hadn't broken an Oath. With a touch that usually conferred what the Oath had been. Sometimes in obnoxious detail when she didn't want to know, which was most of the time. Niah glanced to her left and saw Nancy stumble and almost fall. The Seer was even pulling out her deck of Tarot cards. That was probably a bad sign. Niah hurried to Nancy's side. First making sure she was okay. The tingle expressed itself, but Niah expected that around Nancy. They had been around each other often enough over the two years they had both been at camp. Second, she was there to make sure if Nancy had a full prophetic vision someone was there to witness it. A Seer didn't always remember their visions. What Nancy said made little sense to Niah, but at least she had the phrase. When it seemed Nancy was back to her senses she asked, "Are you alright?" Technically Nancy outranked Niah, but Niah could ask out of the kindness of her own heart. Niah had no idea what the cards Nancy had pulled meant, that was definitely not her area of expertise. "Do you need anything?" She tried to keep a neutral tone, not sounding like she was worried or thought Nancy was incapable, but there for her just in case. Something Niah would have done for nearly anyone else at camp, there were always exceptions. Like Donald, he could suck an egg.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, Outside of 3rd Cohort Barracks -> Via Principalis Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy would be able to get one more part of the vision, she'd be able to see Mount Rushmore in the distance before everything would return back to normal. There were a few legionnaires nearby who kept their distance just so that they wouldn't overwhelm Nancy at all, Madalyne turned her head slightly. She would notice a small gathering appearing further down the Via Principalis, she was curious what was going on, and turned and made her way down the road passing by the other legionnaires who were there. When she pushed her way through Madalyne looked down seeing Niah and Nancy there. She had known Nancy the longest since they were both trapped in the Lotus Hotel together for several years, she managed to get through the group of people. "Whats wrong Nancy?" Madalyne asked, and looked towards Niah and gave her a slight smile, as she offered a hand to help Nancy up to her feet. She had a feeling that it was some kind of vision that she saw, but Madalyne wasn't really sure what it was she actually had seen either. "Do you guys want to go somewhere less crowded?" She offered.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis Skills: Prophecy --- --- When Niah approached Nancy, asking if she needed anything, she hadn't quite come out of it yet. She gripped Niah's hand tightly, her knuckles white. "Mount Rushmore," she rasped. "You must go to Mount Rushmore." Her vision then cleared and her muscles slowly relaxed, as she came back to consciousness. The tarot cards were still on the ground, somehow grim despite their rich purple and gold designs. She hated her prophetic abilities, considering them more of a curse than a gift. Her memory of the vision was fuzzy at best, just flashes. Her head was pounding, like she had come down off of a sugar high. "...It happened again," she muttered to Madalyne and Niah weakly. She then looked down at the tarot cards, picking up the three carefully, before rising to her feet again. Her knees were covered in dirt, with bits of gravel sticking to her pants. "I need a coffee - let's go to New Rome," she told her friends, her voice hoarse. New Rome had a fantastic coffee shop that she loved to frequent and it would give her some space from the legion. She didn't want to face the praetors or anyone at the moment. She didn't want to deal with them pestering her with questions about what she had seen. Talking to Niah and Madalyne about it was different, though. She trusted Niah to keep a secret - and since she had come out of the trance grasping her hand, she knew this prophecy involved Niah. Madalyne was another demigod out of time, a survivor of the Lotus Hotel and Casino, and the only one who knew what happened to Nancy there. Those two deserved to hear all of this.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis -> New Roman Skills: N/A --- Niah's heart dropped and her throat went dry when Nancy said 'you must go to Mount Rushmore'. Niah didn't want to go on a quest. Especially to one on the complete other side of the united states. She took a deep breath holding Nancy's hand. There was little doubt in her mind that Nancy was talking about her personally since they were touching. Why did she have to come and help? She could have pretended she hadn't seen...no she couldn't have. That wasn't like her. Madalyne was there next to them. Niah nodded, thankful. She knew that Madalyne and Nancy had known each other from before camp. Niah made sure Nancy was steady on her feet before she let go of her hand. Though she did stand near her in case she stumbled again and was ready to try to catch Nancy. "I heard the whole thing I think." Nancy said. "I saw you fall and you hadn't fully pulled your cards out. But it seems like you remember. And it isn't like I have a clue what those cards mean. Yeah, we can go there." Niah walked beside Nancy, not daring to ask any questions yet. She'd let Nancy talk when she was ready. The crowd was busy because lunch had ended recently, but it wasn't too difficult to get through to New Rome and then to the coffee shop. It was a fantastic little shop. Niah ordered a chai, not wanting to get something with too much caffeine since it was afternoon now.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Camp Jupiter - New Roman Skills: N/A --- Niah had turned over her invisible sword. She wasn't one to carry weapons much, which was probably why her sword was invisible as long as it was on her back. Its weight was reassuring, and not having it made her a little nervous. Though, someone would have to be suicidal to start a fight in New Rome. "Thanks Mads." Niah said when Madalyne said she would get the drinks. She was thankful for the cup in her hands when Nancy confirmed what she had feared. She was the one who had to go to Mount Rushmore. Niah took a deep drink from it. And then asked, "You said 'dragon' as well. Uh, is that something I should be particularly concerned about." She had accepted she was going on the quest no matter how much she wanted to fight it. A prophecy was a prophecy. [color=0080ff]"Like is this dragon just being chill and holding the gem for me to show up? Or is it gonna be particularly angry that I want it back?]/color] She felt like she was babbling. "Sorry, I know you probably can't answer that...and it is probably not a nice dragon. Nothing is that easy is it?" She could dream. "Okay, important question. Do you know who I am to go with? Or can I choose?" She already knew she would choose the two of them if she could. Sometimes quests had special requirements though. She certainly didn't want to be surprised with 'oh you have to go with Donald'.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, Coffee Shop. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne ordered herself a hot chocolate, and then looked over towards Nancy and Niah. "What do you guys want?" She asked, as Madalyne leaned back in her seat. "So, we should maybe question one of the fauns around camp, maybe one of it's buddies knew the one who took it?" She said, as Madalyne rubbed the back of her neck slightly. "It's probably Smaug from The Hobbit or something, since he had a huge hoard of treasure in his mountain." Madalyne said jokingly, as she waited for their drinks to come over to them looking over at Niah who asked about whos to go on the quest. "Well, usually whoever is the one who got issued a quest gets to pick the two who goes with him or her." Madalyne said as she ran a hand through her hair slightly, she really did want to get out of the camp for a bit and go on a quest. It would actually be her first quest since being in Camp Jupiter as well. "Did you have anyone in mind anyway?" Madalyne asked Niah.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy sighed, wishing that she already had a few coffees to drown herself in. She couldn't blame Niah for asking for more information, but she had told her what she could - well, beyond the meaning of the tarot cards she had pulled. "I'd assume the worst with the dragon," Nancy said. "Not because I saw anything evil about it or anything it's just... Well, we're demigods. We're not supposed to catch breaks. Our lives are supposed to be filled with either being hunted or recovering from injuries." It was a bit of a bleak outlook, yet Nancy had found it to be true. With the exception of their time at Camp or in New Rome, the outside world was just an everlasting shit show. It was one monster encounter after another until you either got to safety or you died. "I didn't see anything about your companions, but Mads is right. You usually get two. Three's a sacred number. Three fates, three sons of Saturn, three forms of Trivia," she listed off. "But I mean, it'll be up to the Senate. They get to decide practically everything... You're a centurion, so there shouldn't be any problems with you leading the quest." Nancy frowned slightly. She didn't like all of the red tape in the quest process. "Maybe the auguries could tell you more... Could you get me a raspberry mocha with three extra shots?" she then asked Mads, turning her attention to a priority - coffee.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A --- "Just a chai for me." Niah said when asked what she wanted. She tapped her foot and was trying to keep her thoughts organized. There were many at Camp she'd want to go with her. And they weren't wrong, she would need two others joining her. It was an obvious sort of thing that it should be Nancy and Mads, but she could understand if they didn't want to go. If she had the choice she wouldn't want to. "Not sugar coating are you, and I'm barely a Centurion. I think they promoted me for formality rather than actual ability to lead." Niah gave Nancy a wry grin. Not that she minded the honesty. She preferred that. Honesty was a good trait to have. There was something about lying, while not directly related to Oaths, that Niah hated. It was just a bit too close for comfort in her opinion. Even if she had no 'power over it' so to speak. She did, however, mind the rank. That had happened very reluctantly on her part. And she had not stopped hearing 'power should go to a reluctant ruler', which she normally wanted to counter with, 'yes but that person should actually be good at leading'. The last time she had said that though her counterpart in the second cohort and said smoothly that she was good a leading if she'd stop letting her own brain get in her way. "Would you two go with me?" She finally asked. "If the Senate would allow it, and I suppose if the Auguries don't disagree." Niah didn't see herself as much of a leader, but if she were with two others of equal rank it would make the quest a bit smoother. She could then take their advice with less side-eyes. This did not help that it would be Niah's first quest. What kind of leader was on their first quest after two years at camp? "We would be a well-balanced team I think. Magic badassery, general badassery and me."</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- "I think it would have to be something pretty extreme - like the gods started to fade - for them to shut down the coffee joint," Nancy admitted. She had only been at Camp Jupiter for a few years, yet from what she had heard, New Rome pretty much always carried on, no matter the threat. The city of demigods had survived so far, to its credit, so clearly they had a good way of running things. On the mention of Diana, though, Nancy couldn't help but smile. She loved the myths about her aunt. She was easily the coolest goddess in her opinion - not that she was daft enough to go around spouting off about it. She liked being alive and not killed by Venus or Minerva or Juno. She sighed slightly as the entered the augur's quarters. "Yeah. She's pretty grody. Alexandra's my sister and, well... She takes after my dad in some rotten ways." Alexandra hadn't been the augur of Camp Jupiter for a year, yet Nancy had already formed a strong opinion on her. She found the use of gutting stuffed animals to be incredibly weird - and childish. Her long blonde hair and exposed skin reminded her of Vegas - and Nancy hated being reminded of Vegas. She found her voice annoying, though at that point Nancy was really just looking for reasons not to like Alexandra. Had the augur been anyone else, she wouldn't have cared that they were asleep - but since it was her sister, she had to roll her eyes in annoyance. "Alexandra, wake up! Pantene is having a sale!" she shouted, shaking the augur.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- Niah looked around the Auguries, she hadn't ever really been in here before. She had never gone on a quest before. The strewn corpses of stuffed animals was a little offputting, but she was glad it was stuffed animals instead of actual animals. She did remember hearing that the previous augur had done the same thing so it didn't come cold. But why wasn't she cleaning up after herself? Or at worst a Probate running around behind her to clean it up once she was done doing whatever it is an agur does. Niah was glad she didn't have a sister here at camp. She had a sister, one she missed terribly. They had been the best of friends, so she couldn't quite imagine why Nancy was being mean to her own sister. Maybe it was different when you hadn't grown up together? She winced slightly as Nancy harrassed Alexandra awake and shifted a few steps away. She very carefully in her own mind wished to see her sister again but kept from making any promises. "Alexandra. I need your help. I need to go on a quest." She said trying to be assertive. "A gem was stolen from camp by a faun and now a dragon has it. The dragon is taking it to Mount Rushmore. It has to be me." She glanced at Nancy as she finished. "Please do your thing."</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched Nancy as she started to shake her half sister awake, which was kind of entertaining to see, though she did think it was a little bit overkill, but snorted slightly when Nancy yelled at her that Pantene was having a sale. Alexandra woke up after the shaking and quickly drew out her imperial gold dagger and pointed it at Nancy's neck after being startled awake and glared a little bit at her. "You could have not shook me to wake up?" Alexandra said in an annoyed tone in her voice, she then looked at Niah and sighed a little bit, before sheathing her dagger. "Get me a stuffed animal that isn't gutted then." Alexandra said, and Madalyne nodded slightly as she made her way towards a nearby shelf with stuffed animals that weren't gutted and grabbed a bunny before making her way back over towards her. "Will this work?" Madalyne finally asked. Alexandra snatched the stuffed animal from Madalyne and went over towards the altar taking out the knife again and started to gut the poor thing, and triggered a vision. She could see the faun that had stolen it, and two others who were with it, and then the dragon grabbing the one who had the gem and then mount rushmore as well seeing it flying into George Washington's eye which was probably where it was nesting. "Theres two other fauns that were with it, maybe more information from them. And it's inside of Washington's eye where your dragon is sleeping." Alexandra said looking at them. "Anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy stifled a very slight chuckle as Niah said do your thing. It struck her as a bit anti-climatic after everything else Niah had said, especially with the relatively professional and confident tone. Perhaps it was a little bit of her father's influence coloring her thoughts - he was the god of poetry, he had raised the Muses. It'd make sense for him to have a little bit of an opinion on prose. Of course, Nancy always figured she inherited two gifts from her dad - prophecy and music. She had a voice that could shatter glass. She couldn't hold back the snicker though as Alexandra aimed her dagger at her throat, mockingly raising her hands. "Would you rather I fetch a thing of water next time?" Nancy asked Alexandra innocently. She winced sympathetically for the poor stuffed bunny Madalyne had selected, as Alexandra ripped it open viciously on the altar. Once again, Nancy couldn't help but feel that her tarot cards were the superior method for divining prophecies - not that she wanted people to come consult her, of course. She didn't want Alexandra's job at all. Her information more or less complemented what Nancy had seen - three fauns, one dragon, and the gem was inside the eye of Washington at Mount Rushmore. "Rad. Y'mind coming with us to chat to the Senate? I think the three of us are raging to go and all as soon as we can." The Senate would need to approve this quest, but they had Alexandra's prophecy as the augury now, so they were another step closer in the bureaucratic process.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- Niah winced as Alexandria held a dagger at Nancy. She supposed that was family business. They could hold daggers at each other if they wanted. As long as Alexandria wasn't holding it at her. Thankfully the dagger was sheathed. Madalyne retrieved a stuffed bunny for Alexandria who proceeded to do her thing. With surprisingly little complaint. "Thank you." Niah said. And nodded in agreement with Nancy's request. "Do you know which fauns? Or is this an ask around till we find a sufficiently guilty-looking one?" Niah disliked the fauns. They were, in her opinion, nearly useless. She didn't even understand why they kept them around New Rome. At least give them a task. Now one was guilty of stealing an important gem from camp.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Alexandra shrugged slightly, she didn't recognize their faces, Fauns always came and went to camp all of the time and in her opinion they were pretty much useless other than begging food and taking things that aren't theirs. She was glad that they weren't allowed to work in the Legion really either. "Unless you guys want to pay me to help you search and question fauns all day. But yeah I can go to the Senate and have an assembly later in the day." Alexandra was rudely woken up by her half sister Nancy after all. Madalyne always did feel pretty bad for the Fauns around camp however and would always help them out whenever they did ask for something she'd give them some money or food to eat. She looked at Niah and Nancy to see what the two of them wanted to do, question some Fauns until they assembly could start or do something else while they waited. Madalyne didn't really care to much about having to wait either really at least she wasn't a Praetor or anything like that yet that job wouldn't be to fun for her in her opinion anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- "Pff, we're not paying you, sis," Nancy told Alexandra confidently. "One, don't have the money for that. Two, if we had the money for that, why in Pluto's name would we want to give it to you? What would you even use it for - to buy out a Build-a-Bear workshop?" she scoffed. She had seen one when she was being brought to Camp Jupiter from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. It had been sickeningly adorable - the sort of thing she would have adored having in her childhood. Of course, Nancy didn't have a good concrete reason to dislike Alexandra so much. Maybe she could blame it on the fact that in Alexandra, she saw a fate she never wanted - becoming an Augury, reduced to just a mouthpiece for prophecies. Or maybe it was the fact that Alexandra just reeked of casinos. Maybe Nancy just disliked blondes. "I'm not sure it's worth questioning the fauns," Nancy then admitted. "We know where this gem is - Mount Rushmore, in the eye of good old George. We know it's being guarded by a dragon. The fauns seem... irrelevant, to me? I think we just gotta motor, get the gem, and bring it back here." She didn't have a hatred for fauns or anything, she didn't like them but she didn't dislike them either. They were just sorta there, other beings that lived in Camp Jupiter and depended on them for (stolen) food. They might as well have been shrubbery.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- They would have extra time between now and when the Senate meeting would start. They were always a little slow. She would rather get going. Niah shifted on her feet a bit considering her options. She winced a bit when Nancy was mean to Alexandra, but she did agree with Nancy. They didn't have the cash to pay Alexandra to help them question fauns for like two hours. "I partially agree with you Nancy, about the fauns, but they might be able to give us some details about the dragon. If they do then we might have an idea of what we are dealing with. Personally I've never met a dragon. I'd like a step up against it, they might be able to help with that." She turned back to Alexandra, "Thank you though. When will we be able to meet with the Senate?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries -> Senate Building Skills: N/A --- --- Alexandra looked at Niah and gave a slight shrug. "Maybe an hour or two, someone will send for you guys." Alexandra said as she started to gather her things and started to head out, and set up the meeting while their current session was on their afternoon break. Madalyne looked at Nancy, and Niah and gave a slight shrug. "I guess we can go and quest some Fauns see if they know the one who stole the gem." Madalyne said as she made her way out of the Auguries. A little bit over two hours later, Madalyne couldn't really find any kind of information from any of the Fauns that were in or around camp, until one of the messengers came over to the three of them. "The senate is ready to meet you guys." Before handing the three of them the letter before heading off. Madalyne looked down at it, and then the two of them, she had only been in there a few times once she had gotten her Centurion rank, as well as her initial placement within the legion as well. Madalyne stood in the room seeing all of the senators within the room talking amongst each other.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Senate Building Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy always felt that the Senate was dreadfully boring. Ten demigods served on it, deciding pretty much everything for the legion. She could hardly imagine sitting on the stone benches for hours at a time, debating the finer aspects of quests and the possibility of war. She liked to keep moving if at all possible. The only time she ever slowed down was to get her coffee from New Rome - and even then, she could hardly resist gulping it all down at once like a shot. She peered at the letter, squinting her eyes as she tried to make her dyslexic brain focus on it. It was in English, but she got the gist of it pretty quick. They were summoned by the Senate. She made her way to the Senate House with the other two, taking a moment to look around. Of the two praetors, one of them was from Nancy's cohort - Maggie Ortega, daughter of Venus. The other, Jasper Moon, son of Bacchus, was from the fourth cohort. It wasn't a terrible cohort to be from, but it definitely lacked the shiny reputation of the first and second. Yet even though she was a centurion, Nancy didn't know too much about both of them beyond just that. She had no idea if they would get pedantic about things, if they would try to give this quest to someone else, or if they would be reasonable and give them the green light to go. "So do we sit anywhere?" Nancy asked, standing and feeling a bit awkward.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Senate Building Skills: N/A --- Niah was frustrated with the lack of information. She hated it. They were getting to the point where Niah was about to snap when the runner came up with the letter for them. She was thankful for it. After several deep breaths, she went with the two of them to the Senate. She had been here often enough. Usually for her Oath Binding. This was more awkward though. She had never been here for the start of the quest. "We have a prophecy about the missing gem. I'm supposed to go to Mount Rushmore, the gem is in the eye of George Washington." That was a sentence she had never expected to say. "I've chosen Nancy Parker and Madalyne Crane to go with me." She didn't know what all she was supposed to say, but that felt concise and to the point. Hopefully, it also sounded assertive. Her insides were twisting with fear and she could feel her hands were sweating. She wanted to wipe them on her pants.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Senate Building Skills: N/A --- Niah decided there really was an end to her patience. She was stressed while the Senate debated, and wanted to pace. That seemed like it would reflect badly on her so she sat as still as she could muster. Why was there even a debate? Alexandra had confirmed that it should be the three of them. It was supposed to be her according to Nancy, and Alexandra had confirmed that Nancy and Mads were with her. She was clenching her fists when they finally said that the three of them could go together. Also, why were there ten on the Senate? Shouldn't it be an odd number for breaking ties? Niah took a deep breath and turned to Nancy and Madalyne. "Yeah, I need my sword. And an extra shirt would be nice. Meet at Deccumanian Gate?" Niah was already coming up with a few other things she wanted to grab. Some nector, maybe an extra imperial gold weapon, her sword was great, but like a boot, dagger would be nice. "And thank you for putting up with the red tape with me." She gave them a smile. They were good friends, even if they hadn't been close. Niah felt like being on a quest would either secure their friendship or they would not survive. Be that literally or figuratively as friends. Leaving the Senate Niah turned back toward the barracks. It would be nice to get her sword back. And she could let the cohort know that'd she would be gone. It shouldn't take long. They would be gone by sunset.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, Senate Building -> Third Cohort Barracks -> Deccumanian gate Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne didn't really take interest while the senate debated on who should and shouldn't go on the quest but luckily they were given the greenlight to do it. She quickly stood up and stretched slightly looking over at Niah and smiled towards her and nodded, it was a good place to meet up once they got their things. "There should be some trains in San Francisco so we could easily find a train ride there." She said, agreeing with what Nancy had said, before leaving the building itself and smiled towards Niah. "No problem at all, we are all in this together after all." Madalyne said. She left and once she was close to leaving the city limits of New Rome Terminus appeared again, and handed back all of their weapons once they left. "Meet you guys there." She said heading over to the third cohort barracks and went to grab her things, stuffing some spare clothes into her pack as well as some camping gear. Once she was done Madalyne waited for Niah and Nancy back at the gate so that they all could leave together.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Senate Building -> Temple of Diana -> First Cohort Barracks -> Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- --- "Deccumanian Gate. Got it." Nancy gave Niah and Madalyne a smile and she left the Senate House. She walked with the others to the Pomerian Line, grabbing her daggers back from Julia and Terminus. Nancy couldn't remember who Julia was a child of, and she had to wonder if Terminus was her godly father. "See you all then," she said, waving at the other two in parting, before she turned left rather than head on to Camp Jupiter. She continued to walk along the path, crossing the Little Tiber with the stone bridge, before finally arriving at Temple Hill. The temples were impressive and she took a moment, just staring at all of them. After she had been rescued from the Lotus Hotel and Casino, she had met her father, Apollo, in his temple here. He had written her a letter of recommendation for the First Cohort as an apology for not noticing she had been trapped for about forty or so years. He had given her the enchanted tarot cards to help her channel her gift of prophecy. And while Nancy went to Apollo's temple about every week, he hadn't appeared to her again. It had been all silence. She continued along the path, approaching the temple of her father, yet as she looked forward... All she could feel was frustration for the curse he had given her - the "gift" of prophecy. Nancy kept on walking, not really sure where she was going until she found herself at the Temple of Diana. Since her father was the son of Jupiter, she had a lot of aunts and uncles. Diana was the twin sister of Apollo though and Nancy always thought of her as her favorite aunt. "Auntie... It's me again. Nancy," she breathed out awkwardly. "If you could wash away my curse... That'd be great..." She paused, not really knowing what else to say. She tossed a small offering into the flames. "Thanks. You seem pretty rad, from what I've heard." There wasn't much else to say and she didn't want to keep the other two waiting. Nancy quickly left her aunt's temple and made her way to the First Cohort Barracks. She checked in with her fellow Centurion, let them know what was going on, before she packed up a bag for herself with her belongings. She put in a week's rations, a box of matches, and some duct tape as well. They all seemed like reasonable possessions. She then left the barracks and made her way to the gate, waving at Madalyne as she approached. "Where's Niah? We gotta motor if we're gonna get good seats on the train."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Senate Building -> 2nd Cohort -> Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- Niah went first to get her sword back. The weight of it felt right on her back. She hated not having it. Niah had been trained too well to not have it. Then headed back to her barrack. Classic Romans. She thought as she entered and went to her bed. Niah was pulling stuff out of the trunk there when Eric Chandler came up to her. "Bautista, where have you been?" He sounded aggressive, but that was basically his default state. He wasn't happy that she had been promoted to Centurion. The joke was on him, neither was she. Thank god she hadn't been forced onto the Senate. She'd go crazy. "Dealing with the Senate. I've got a quest." He raised an eyebrow. "Prophecies you know how it is." She shrugged and shoved a shirt in her bag, as well as a handful of other helpful things. "Do we have an extra nectar?" "Yeah, but do you need it?" "Only if you want me to return from fighting a dragon." He sighed heavily and then pulled a small bottle out of storage. A single dose of 'save your ass'. "Thanks. I should go. Nancy and Madalyne are probably waiting for me already." "You're questing with them?" She couldn't tell if he wanted to make fun of them, or her. Probably both. She didn't want to deal with that conversation. "Yeah, I chose them." She said matter of factly. "You're lead?" He scoffed. "Yep. Bye." She slipped her backpack on. If he said goodbye it was muted by the door of the barracks door closing behind her. She sighed relieved. It wasn't anything against Eric necessarily. Okay, he was antagonistic and she didn't want to be around him. The stress of the day seemed to be getting to her. She wasn't usually this snappy. "Sorry I got caught up talking with Chandler." Niah explained as she joined them. "I am ready to get the heck out of here. So San Francisco Amtrak station." She hoped that the cash the three of them had would be enough to get them across the country. If not... They'd figure it out. They were Demi-gods that's what they did.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy glanced into her wallet. She probably did not have enough money, but they'd figure it out. She wasn't sure how far $50 would get you these days - it was different in the 80's. Everything had been cheaper back then. Of course, everything had been free at the Lotus Hotel and Casino as well. The reality of having to pay for things with real money and at higher values? It was horrid. "What did Chandler want?" Nancy asked Niah as they walked to the bus stop. She couldn't help but be a little bit curious. "Rachel and I said, like, less than five sentences to each other before I motored." Her fellow Centurion for the First Cohort was Rachel Jefferson, daughter of Victoria - the goddess of victory. That was one useful demigod talent to have - winning. She looked at the fauns that they passed on the sides of the road, wondering if any of them had been involved in stealing the gem. She wasn't sure what the fauns responsible for the theft had intended to do with it anyways. Maybe they were going to sell it to some sorcerers. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more it bothered her. "So let's say you're a faun, right? You steal a gem, you're probably trading it for something or selling it... I know the dragon has it now, but where do you think the faun was going to take it - is there a black market for stolen demigod goods?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- "Yeah, but that comes with the territory I think of being a kid of Mars. He wanted to know where I was." Niah shrugged. "I guess he wanted me around for something, but search me for what. And gods know he didn't think I'd be useful for anything." She sighed frustrated. "I think he is jealous that I got a quest. It is my first one anyway. And I think he's been on one. He seemed extra annoyed that I was the run in charge, but let's all be honest I'm going to rely heavily on you two." "Oh gosh. I didn't even think about that possibility. I figured the Faun just stole it for the dragon. It is likely they stole it for another purpose and the dragon then stole it from them." Niah cursed slightly in Tagalog to herself. What was the purpose of the gem anyway? She knew it was used for some spells. "Do either of you know what the gem is used for? That might give us an idea of why the fauns might have wanted it. Could they even use it? Or did they just think it was a pretty shiny?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, Deccumanian gate -> Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- "He has always been an ass to me ever since Nancy and I came to camp, at least he isn't here with us right now so that is a plus." Madalyne said as they made it to the bus stop close by and quickly got onto it. She started to think a little bit Fauns usually took things that weren't theirs for either profit or they were wanting some kind of respect. Or just to hoard things, she didn't see the gem herself though she knew that it was pretty powerful an enhanced anyones magic. "I'd probably sell it off to someone, or someone had asked them to take it maybe." She said shrugging slightly. It was a pretty short bus ride and eventually they were now at the bus station she quickly climbed off and stretched slightly digging into her wallet. She had heard from a few other kids at camp in her cohort who took a train or two the tickets were fairly cheap, looking over at Niah and Nancy she had one hundred dollars on her. "I have a hundred dollars on me, how much do you guys have?" Madalyne asked the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Deccumanian Gate -> San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- "I thought it was harpies that went after shiny things - or do fauns do that too?" Nancy asked. She really wished she had some sort of reference guide - like Minerva's Guide to Monsters. Something like that had to exist. There had been demigods for ages, someone would have taken the time to write everything down? Maybe that was how Dungeons and Dragons was created. Should the legion start looking up how to play that game? Was it useful? She had to shake her head slightly. Her ADHD brain had a habit of getting off task, going off on wild tangents at times. Supposedly, this would save her life in battle. "All I know is that it's super powerful and came from the Underworld... Maybe Pluto gave it to Proserpina as a wedding gift or something." She let an uneasy silence fall for a moment. She could always consult the cards, see if she could trigger a prophetic vision about the gem. She didn't typically try to force prophecies to come on. Nancy knew that the cards were designed to help her control her gift, to manage it, yet she was afraid of them still. Sometimes, she would dream about throwing the cards into the flames, symbolically shedding her curse. It wasn't too long of a bus ride for them to get to the station. "I've got $50 on me," Nancy said, pulling out her cash. "How far is that good for nowadays?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Niah shrugged about Eric. She wasn't surprised he had been a jerk to the pair of them. So far she hadn't seen him not be a jerk to anyone. "I don't know maybe they grabbed it cause they thought they could pawn it and make some money. They are always begging for money. Seriously, why can't we give them a job like pulling weeds or something?" Though her experience with Fauns had been that they were lazy so she didn't see if giving them job would even help. "I've got $30." She winced. "Should have grabbed some cash. I guess we see how far this can get us. Maybe we can find a place to do an exchange." She had 20 Denarius coins. That could get them some American money, but would probably be an ordeal. Not that the whole quest wouldn't be an ordeal. They always were. "We can see how far this takes us." She stepped over to a route map and started mentally plotting what sort of trip they had ahead of them. She couldn't remember exactly where they were headed. She didn't know US Geography all that well, but she knew it was one of the Dakotas. After following a couple possible routes with her finger she decided on one. "Okay if we go up through Portland and then over to, Fargo North Dakota I think that's as far as the train can take us. After that, we'll have to take busses. Maybe she could call her dad and ask for a wire of money. But that was dangerous since phone calls seemed to send out signals to monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, listening to Niah's recommendations. From what she had heard about Portland, it was weird. Weird tended to mean a place with loads of monsters in her experience, so she mentally prepared herself for a few fights to the death in that city. She knew next to nothing, on the other hand, about the Dakotas. They had just about no reputation, at least not that she was aware of. Apparently they were home to dragon lairs. Hopefully just the one. "Please don't jinx us, Mads," Nancy groaned, as Madalyne suggested it would be quick and easy. "And I hope we don't run into your mother... Don't some people go mad or something if they meet Trivia at a crossroads?" Nancy asked. She couldn't remember exactly what happened, but she knew that it was bad. She shifted slightly, squinting her eyes to try to get a better look at their surroundings in the harsh sunlight. She wondered briefly if her aunt had heard her prayers. Nancy doubted that they would be answered though. Her curse was hers to bear and likely couldn't be washed away. She wondered also if a god removing her gift of prophecy would offend her father, Apollo. Maybe he was sitting up there in the Sun Chariot, shaking his head at her. Did he know that she had prayed to Diana? Would he scold her?</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Niah was glad she had found a route that took them as far away from Las Vegas as possible. Now Niah just had to hope that they would actually make it all the way to Fargo. It was step one. Though she doubted it would happen. Especially with Mads joking the way she was. At least it wasn't Nancy saying it. That felt like it could be even more dangerous. Sort of a 'Bard's tongue' curse. That was not something Nancy needed. Or any demi-god if Niah was honest with herself. "I mean there is no way something won't happen. Thank you, for getting the tickets Mads. Was that all of our cash? Are we gonna starve now?" Niah asked half-joking. She was concerned they wouldn't have money for food, but if they could at least get to the Dakotas. From the Dakotas, they would need to figure where Mount Rushmore even was. A part of Niah hopped that it was in the Dakotas because she wondered if it was. She had thought it was on the East coast, but the Dakotas were in the middle of the country. "This country is huge. How long is this train trip going to take?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked towards Nancy for a moment and nodded they could still simply run into a monster at any point while on the train ride from California to their final destination as well. And then mentioning her mother she gave a slight shrug, she had only met her once when she came to Camp Jupiter shortly after her visiting Lupa. "I only met her once, but yeah probably people have gone mad after seeing her. I haven't gone mad though, so that is something." She answered as Madalyne gave both Niah and Nancy their tickets. "Yeah that's all of our money sadly. We could act like hoodlums and steal from people though which would be fun." She said jokingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, they wouldn't have any kind of money for food which would really suck. "I'd imagine it would take maybe a day or two at most, maybe shorter if there aren't any delays on the tracks." Madalyne said to Niah, she hadn't ridden any US trains before, but she did when she was younger before moving to the US. There was a bell sound going off, and she could see the train now coming over in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: Strategy --- --- Maybe it would have been a good idea to get a child of Mercury to go with them on the quest - they were good at stealing. Of course, Nancy was rather skilled at sleight of hand. It was a skill she had unfortunately picked up on the Vegas Strip. "I can steal, don't worry," she informed her friends. Niah was probably too much of a rule following goody two shoes to steal anyways. Madalyne she doubted would have any issues with it, especially given her mother. From what she knew, Trivia tended to have a fast and loose moral code in comparison to the goddess of the Styx. It was only a day or two, according to Madalyne, so they wouldn't even need to steal that much. Nancy could probably even earn them food by singing - prophecy wasn't the only thing she had inherited from Apollo. "Oh, wotcher," she said, calling the others attention. She had been keeping an eye out at the station for any monsters, especially with how thick the Mist was in San Fransisco. A chill then ran down her spine. Look for trouble and ye shall find. A chimera, a monstrous creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a snake. Practically every part of it was deadly. The snake's venom could kill with ease. The head was able to breathe fire. "Odds that it hasn't noticed us are... well, awful." She pulled her twin imperial gold daggers. Hopefully this fight wouldn't make them miss the train. They didn't have money for more tickets.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Days. Why did this country have to be so big? Everything was so spread out. It was ridiculous. She sighed. There was nothing to be done about it. Maybe they should have rented a car. She thought one of them had to know how to drive. She didn't, she had been too young when she had come to camp. Niah resisted the urge to glare at Nancy when she suggested that Nancy would steal. Niah would have nothing to do with that. "I'll have no part in any sort of thievery." She would rather go hungry. She looked up at Nancy when she called for her attention. There was a chimera coming their way. Three demi-gods, a train, and a chimera. Of course. There was no way that they hadn't been noticed. Niah drew her sword, it would become visible to the demi-gods, but the mist kept it from being visible to the people at the station. "What time does the train leave? Don't want to miss it because some monster decided to be annoying." She didn't dare say the creature's name. If there was any sort of luck in the world and it hadn't noticed them saying it's name would make it aware of the trio.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy wasn't too surprised that Niah was adamantly opposed to stealing. She had a very black-and-white moral sense from what Nancy could tell - not that there was anything wrong with that. It made sense to her, after thinking on it for a little bit. Niah's mother was the goddess who held everyone to their oath. It made sense that her children would be rule sticklers, just like it made sense that the children of Apollo would be inherently fabulous and skilled at many things (Nancy was, of course, incredibly humble). She respected the boundary though. Niah hadn't questioned her hang ups about Las Vegas, so she wasn't going to tease Niah about her aversion to thievery. The wind brushed up against her and Nancy shivered, watching as the chimera turned and ran off in the opposite direction. She couldn't help but be a little bit in awe of Madalyne. "That was so rad!" she praised her friend. She offered up a high five. Amtrak Trains didn't really wait around for people to get boarded too long after the posted ticket time, so Nancy shook her head, not wanting to bother hunting down the chimera. Some other demigod would take care of it. She popped onto the train and walked until she found some empty seats with a clear line of sight to the exit, just in case. She took a window seat and sat, waiting for Madalyne and Niah to join her. Hopefully there weren't any monsters on the train.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station -> Onto the train Skills: N/A --- Niah had been ready for a fight. She wasn't looking for one. Definitely didn't want to chase down the chimera by herself. Heck, she was thankful she didn't have to fight it at all. Niah had been particularly worried about all the people at the train station. Yes, the mist would have done what it does best and protected them from not even noticing really what was going on. But that didn't stop collateral damage. Mortals could easily get hurt if a demi-god fight broke out in the middle of them. "That was very cool." Niah agreed. Following Nancy onto the train, after she sheathed her sword. "I just get the ability to make people mad like I'm some knock-off Ares kid. Or you know the whole Oath thing." She took a seat across the table from Nancy. She was impressed with her traveling partners' gifts and more than anything thankful for them, but she didn't say that. It felt inappropriate. Niah knew how much Nancy hated her prophecy gift and didn't want to make her think about it too much.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne smiled and gave Nancy a high five once they were on the train and Niah sitting across from them, a few seconds later the train started to move from its station. She leaned back a little bit and started to relax seeing the scenery starting to move and looked towards Nancy and Niah. "I could try and teach you guys how to use it if you'd like." Madalyne offered, it came natural to her but she knew that others could learn it though it was pretty difficult to learn from others what she knew as well. Madalyne turned to look at Niah mentioning Ares, but that was greek and she was also a legacy of Ares as well. "Don't you mean Mars?" Madalyne decided to tease her a little bit, the three of them were still capable fighters and they could easily kick any kind of monster ass that did come their way. "But you are still an awesome fighter to Niah." Madalyne said to her giving Niah a friendly smile.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Skills: Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy tilted her head slightly, hearing Niah refer to Ares, the Greek war god. She knew that Madalyne was a legacy of Ares, not Mars - and from what she knew, the difference between the aspects was that Ares was bloodthirsty and didn't care if people died, whereas Mars was into more clean and strategic warfare. "That'd be pretty rad, I'd be down to learn how to use the Mist," she told Mads. Truthfully, it would have been a nice way to get out of having her bunk in the barracks properly cleaned. If she used the Mist, then she could ace inspection each time without having to do a bit of work. And of course, there was the more ethical use of manipulating the Mist in order to send monsters away rather than fighting them. "Y'know, making people mad is pretty useful - get inside their heads, keep 'em from thinking, it's easier to beat them," Nancy mused. She had met a lot of demigods that didn't think their gifts were particularly useful. It was all about finding a way to apply them. Sure, it was a bit hypocritical given how much Nancy hated her prophetic abilities, yet she had inherited something else from her father. Apollo was also the god of music. "At first, I thought I could just sing well, y'know? But then I discovered I could do this..." Her eyes darted around as a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. She spotted one of the passengers nearby with one of those glass cups, the sort that would be filled with water or some iced beverage from Starbucks. Nancy started to whistle, just a simple steady note, and she concentrated. The vibrations of the noise filled her ears and she felt a rush, as the pitch of her whistle changed to match the resonant frequency of the glass. The cup burst, spilling the unsuspecting passenger's drink everywhere. "Ta-da."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: On the train Skills: N/A --- "I am decent at fighting I suppose, even if I can't keep names straight. Thanks, Madalyne." But hubris was not Niah's flaw so she didn't seem very convinced by that. She did stick her tongue out a little at their ribbing but didn't seem particularly upset by it. She could tell it was in good humor. "That's usually what I use it for. Or to demoralize, and make people want to not even bother fighting. That's handy." She said agreeing with Nancy. She did give a small evil grin at the idea, but because it was Niah there was no true malice behind her grin. "I'd love it if you could teach me how to manipulate the mist." Niah's eyes lit up at the offer. She had been curious about magic beyond her own, but it had seemed so obtuse. "Whoa." She gasped in surprise at Nancy's gift. "That's got to be useful." She could think of a few ways it could be used. "Can you hit the note that would bust ear drums? So if a monster could only hear would lose it's hearing? Like-" She cut herself off not wanting to say a monster's name. Even this far from where it would likely be. And maybe that was a little dark. Especially if used against a non-monster, but it could be useful. She hopped the person whose glass broke didn't blame them.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, beaming with pride as Niah asked her just what else she could do with her gift. "I haven't tried bursting someone's brain like that before, but yeah, I think I'd be able to find the note - just might take some trial and error." It essentially came to trying out pitches at random, sometimes she had the approximate pitch she needed memorized (like for glass) yet she hadn't tried to make someone's head into a bomb before. That would be a fun way to kill monsters though - to just sing or whistle and have them explode. She snickered as the unsuspecting mortal walked on by, looking like he had pissed his pants. Had she not already been claimed by Apollo, she could have easily passed for a child of Mercury. "Hey Niah... Are you immune to getting wet?" Nancy asked, thinking. Niah's mother was a river goddess - sure, the Styx wasn't the average river but it was a river all the same. "Maybe you've got some Neptune like powers waiting to be unlocked. Rome could finally have a fighting chance when it comes to water battles." She shifted how she was sitting in her seat, propping one foot up against the bottom of her seat, letting her lean forward on her elevated knee. It was nice to think about the War Games and to just talk about the ways they were strong, powerful, badass women.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: On the train Skills: Odikinesis --- "I look forward to the lessons Professor Crane." Niah grinned at Mads. The grin Nancy gave her for her idea was worrisome. Maybe the idea was too dark if Nancy was enjoying the possibilities. "Warn me if you decide to do that in a room crowded with angry people with swords." Niah couldn't decide if she would watch or leave. Watching would be entertaining, but she did not want to have to deal with the fallout. As she thought that though Niah considered that Nancy was a friend and she would have her back if Nancy was in trouble. This, however, would be a trouble of her own making. Trouble she could easily avoid if she just didn't blow up cups around angry people with swords. "Tragically I didn't get that gift." Niah sighed a little wistfully. She would have loved to have the ability to manipulate water. It was nice discussing what use their gifts could have outside what they had already used it for so far. She paused as she watched the now soaked guy storm off. Niah snickered but shook her head and reached out calming him. It would hopefully at least keep the guy from yelling at some poor train staff member.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco -> Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- It took a few hours, and there weren't any monsters that had gotten onto any of the stops on their way Madalyne ended up taking alittle bit of a nap just to pass the time her head resting against the table that they were sitting on. Until she heard the announcement that they were going to be making a small stop in Medford to stretch out and for those who needed it to have a smoke break as well. She stretched out slightly letting out a little bit of a yawn and looked towards the others. "I'm going to get some air real quick." Madalyne said as she climbed off of the train seeing some people were there as well, some were just getting off as well. Either it was their train stop or they were also boarding. Madalyne looked around seeing what looked to be a bunch of biker guys just getting up from where they were sitting, she started to feel a little bit suspicious of them. But they were talking amongst themselves, as Madalyne remained calm for the most part digging into her pockets, and occasionally looked at the group seeing about ten of them in all as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak Skills: Sleight of Hand --- --- "I'm gonna get us some food," she told Niah and Madalyne, before getting up as well. She didn't mention how she was going to do it. She figured Niah would rather not know. She had her pack on her, just in case she somehow ended up not being able to make it back on the train and was stranded in Oregon for a few days. On her way off, she "bumped" into someone heading on, stealthily grabbing their wallet. Once she was off the train, she grabbed the cash and discretely threw the wallet back onto the train, figuring the owner would want it back. She had scored them $26. There was a Jack in the Box nearby, so she figured she'd buy as much food for them as she could and bring it back to the train. It was such a quick trip, she figured she could handle herself. Nancy put the money into her pockets and started walking in that direction, whistling slightly as she went. A sickening feeling formed in her stomach, like someone was watching her, stalking her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw about ten bikers. The feeling in her stomach worsened. Her hands shook slightly. Her palms grew sweaty. She wanted to chalk it up to imagination but... life was never that kind for demigods.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: On the train -> Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) Skills: --- Niah had pulled out the spare shirt from her bag and used it as a makeshift pillow taking a nap. It took hours to get to Medford. She enjoyed the conversation and company of Nancy and Madalyne and was happy she had chosen to have them join her. And even happier that the Senate had allowed it. When the train stopped in Medford Niah sat up and stretched. She was sore from how she had been curled up in the seat, but at least it seemed like she had gotten a bit of sleep. When Nancy said she was gonna get food, Niah frowned, but then nodded and stayed on the train for a little longer. She didn't know what Nancy had planned, but she didn't want to watch it happen. If she could pretend it wasn't happening then it didn't feel like she was complicit in it. That only worked so well. After a little bit of time Niah stood, she wanted to get some fresh air too badly to wait any longer. She stuffed her shirt back in her bag and got off the train. As she gazed around, looking for Nancy and Mads specifically her attention was attracted to a group of bikers. There was something about them that set her teeth on edge. Not her Oath sense, but something else and sinister about them. She considered that maybe it was her Odikinesis. Maybe the group was very angry? The problem though was they seemed to be eyeing Nancy. She suddenly doubted they were just a group of bikers, but instead monsters. An easy solution, if they were people, would be to join Nancy, that normally discouraged people. Witnesses. However, if they were monsters, that'd only attract their attention more. Niah tried to catch Mads eye and gesture to the guys. In the meantime she drew her invisible sword.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak -> Jack in the Box Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy relaxed ever so slightly as her friends rejoined her. She wasn't going to admit that the prospect of fighting off a group of monsters disguised as burly monsters had terrified her slightly. "Any idea which kind?" she asked her friends softly. Her stomach growled. She really wanted to just get some food and head back onto the train. At least her worst fear was far less likely to happen with Niah and Mads around. "I got $26, I'll order us three combo meals," she told them. Maybe they'd be lucky and the bikers would ignore them. They had made it into the Jack in the Box without getting hurt. She walked up to the counter, placing an order. "Three large 10 piece chicken nugget combos, please," she said. She handed over the money, tapping her foot nervously. The cashier gave her back her change and three soda fountain cups. She took out a cup, handing one to Niah and one to Madalyne. "Hopefully our order is out soon..." Nancy murmured, moving off to the side. She kept one eye on the bikers, ready for them to jump into action, as she went over and filled up her cup with Dr. Pepper, Coke, and Root Beer - a Nancy special.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) -> Jack-in-the-box Skills: Roman Mythology & Odikinesis --- "Thanks for getting food." Niah said after Nancy ordered. There was a lot more in the thanks than just the appreciation for Nancy ordering the food. It was clear Niah was thanking her for all the unsaid things. That led to getting the food too. Anger rolled off the bikers and Niah had a pretty good idea of what they might be. "You wouldn't happen to have a silvered weapon on you by chance?" She glanced at Nancy, it was mostly her answer for what the monsters were without saying their name. Her stomach growled. Niah was hungry. Waiting for the food would probably take too long. Niah took a cup and filled it with just Dr. Pepper. She turned to face the werewolves and tried to focus on them and make them as calm as possible. Maybe there was something about her hunger that made it flip on her. She could feel the anger in the bikers rise. "Oh, oops. I'm sorry." She glanced at her friends, her hand tightening around her sword hilt. Things were about to get interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station -> Jack in the Box Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked at Niah for a moment when she mentioned something about silver weapons made her gulp slightly, werewolves were pretty special since neither celestial bronze or imperial gold weapons killed werewolves. "That's going to make things a little bit interesting.." Madalyne said softly back to the two of them, she wants sure if she could conjure up any kind of silver weapons for them either. She hadn't tried anything like that at all. Madalyne went over to grab herself a coke from the fountain machine, and then a little bit of sprite added in as well. Seeing their gaze on them they looked really pissed off right now, though one of them looked to be their leader who still looked mad but also calm or something as well. "Just grab our food and leave." Madalyne told her friends, when their order was called up Madalyne quickly grabbed their food, and started to make her way towards the door, and just barely got out of the building when the five stopped her. Madalyne quickly drew out her sword, and swung it at the closest one, while the other grabbed onto her and Madalyne started to struggle to break free. "Hold still girlie, we just want a little snack." One of them said as Madalyne kicked one of them between the legs causing the one holding her to let go.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Jack in the Box Skills: Strategy, Singing, Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy grimaced, shaking her head. "Standard issue imperial gold," she said reluctantly. Maybe this was a sign from the universe that she ought to start carrying silver weapons, especially if she was going to be praying to Diana on the regular. She made a mental note to check the armory when they got back. As Niah apologized, Nancy's face paled. Earlier on the train, they had been talking about their powers. Niah had mentioned the entire Oath thing... and also being able to mess with people's emotions. Her eyes darted over towards the werewolves. Sweet Niah had just royally pissed them off. "Pedit," Nancy cursed in Latin. She quickly followed Madalyne outside of the Jack in the Box, a not too small part of her very relieved to see that they had gotten their food. She didn't want to have to wait until after the next Amtrak stop to eat. Focus! she scolded herself. The werewolves were a lot more threatening than whether or not they'd get their daily recommended 2000 Calories. Her heart clenched as the werewolves grabbed Madalyne. Her imperial gold wasn't going to do the trick. She didn't know if Mads would be able to pull off the same Mist trick, but there wasn't time to spare. Her best friend was in peril and Nancy did the only thing she could think of - she made a scene. On the train, they had talked about her maybe being able to use sound to kill. It was time to test that. She sipped a bit of her drink, before clearing her throat. She whispered a silent prayer to Apollo to bless this deadly performance. In her mind, the song began to play, and she began her musical onslaught on the werewolves, aiming to kill them with music - 🎶Can't stay at home, can't stay at school. Old folks say 'You poor little fool'. Down the streets I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting for. Hello, daddy. Hello, mom. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! POP! POP! POP! Hello world! I'm your wild girl. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!🎶 POP! POP! The five werewolves were no more as Nancy finished her last note, covered in monster dust. Her voice felt incredibly hoarse after such a performance. "Thanks, Dad," she whispered, figuring he must have answered her prayers - that or Joan Jett was actually an immortal goddess.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Jack-in-the-box -> Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) Skills: --- With their food in hand, the trio tried to make a quick exit. The werewolves turned bikers didn't give them a chance though. Niah felt awful for flipping the switch the wrong way. Why did her power sometimes just not work? She sent a silent prayer to her mother apologizing if she had done anything wrong. Maybe she hadn't appreciated Niah calming the wet stranger on the train down. Or she had been just too close to the dishonest action that got them dinner? Niah hoped it was the former, that at least she could change her behavior for. The other led to starvation. Nancy had it under control though. She gave the idea Niah had given her a spin, Niah just plugged her ears hoping it would keep her head from exploding. Just in case. Then there five headless monsters that turned to dust. She gapped. "Damn. That was impressive." Niah looked at where the werewolves had been and saw a collection of teeth left over. Taking a word from Nancy Niah said "Grody." She picked it all up quickly though, "Let's go, get back on the train and you can keep all these nice teeth." She shuddered.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Jack in the Box -> Amtrak Station Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne closed her eyes half expecting the werewolves to either tear her apart or bite her to turn her into a werewolf or something along those lines. When she heard Nancy singing loudly, her ears started to ring slightly but heard some gruesome popping sounds and opened her eyes again, seeing the last werewolf head bursting into dust and shortly after that along with their body. She looked at Nancy and quickly gave her friend a hug. "That was so rad thank you! I really didn't want to become werewolf food or become one that would really suck to." She said, and thought about buying something later for her she looked down at the floor seeing a bunch of werewolf teeth and looked at the two of them. "That would make some cool jewelry, we really should go now though." Madalyne pointed out they probably wasted enough time now at this point. They were just about to get onto the trains platform seeing that the train was starting to move now and the doors were closing now as well, the train was about to leave them behind which would be really bad. She quickly held out her hand forming an invisible barrier preventing the train from moving further using her magic to hold the train back. "Hurry up and get onto the train." She said, as one of the doors opened up and a confused conductor was stepping off of the train now.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Outside Jack in the Box -> Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy's throat felt hoarse, like she had been gargling lava outside in the dead of winter. She hoped that drinking some fluids would help, as it wasn't quite severe enough an injury to make her want to dip into her flask of nectar. It looked a bit too much like day drinking anyways for her to want to try it in a public mortal space - with their luck, she'd be arrested for alcohol abuse. Nancy returned Madalyne's hug, coughing a little bit. "I did it for the food," she told them, her voice strained and weak. Niah had picked up the werewolf teeth and as Madalyne suggested making them into jewelry, Nancy decided something. Of course, the train was a bit more pressing. She could tell the other two once they were safely making their way towards Mount Rushmore again. She took off at a run towards the train, noticing how it seemed to stop all of the sudden. Nancy gave the poor, confused mortal conductor a high five as she galloped onboard, her hair blowing behind her as she giggled. Figuring that Madalyne and Niah had to be right behind her, she did her job and secured them some seats again, flopping down into a window seat. "You two good?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit better but not much. "Feast time?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) -> On the train Skills: --- Niah positively giggled. She ran after Nancy onto the train. Giving the conductor a little curtsy. She didn't say anything though just climbed up the stairs to find Nancy. "I'm good. That was amazing. I've never seen anything like it." It was easily the coolest thing she had ever seen. She took a bag from Mads and a nice long drink from her soda. "I am sorry for making them angrier." Then under her breath at Mads she asked, "Is that Mist control that you used to stop the train?" The adrenaline was a wild ride, nothing like what it was for the war games. She started eating her food.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne quickly followed shortly behind Nancy and Niah and bound onto the train again, dropping the little shield that she had created she gave the conductor a slight smile and wave as she got on finding themselves a seat again and sat down. "You did great with the food thanks, once we get back to Camp Jupiter i'll treat you to some more coffee." Madalyne said, even though she did pay for their coffee earlier in the day before they went out on this quest. She quickly started to dig into her lunch and took a sip from her drink, leaning back slightly as the train finally started to move again. Madalyne looked towards Niah and shook her head. "Nope, it was magic or if you want to get all technical you can call it Mystiokinesis as well." She said, another one of the abilities that she inherited from her mother, which did always come in handy whenever they started any kind of War Games back at camp.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy shook her head at Niah's apologies. "Don't sweat it, hun." Demigods messed up all the time. Abilities were weird and unpredictable at times, even with years of practice. Nancy gave Niah a smile, before unceremoniously shoving french fries into her face. "And don't worry about paying me back," she said to Madalyne. She had stolen the money anyways. It wasn't like she was being put out because of it. The food tasted amazing, better than the relatively healthy meals they had to eat at Camp Jupiter. Of course, the coffee shop in New Rome was always a good stop for a sugar rush. "Mystiokinesis? That sounds like a drug. Ask your doctor if mystiokinesis is right for you. Side effects include spontaneous combustion, yodeling, and frolicking in the midnight." The commercials hadn't really changed over the years. Even in the Lotus Hotel and Casino, where they had been constantly entertained, the occasional advertisement would come on the televisions. Of course, even details about the casino were a little bit fuzzy. Her time there was a blur, feeling more like a couple of weeks or months she had spent there - not over thirty years.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah felt a sense of relief when Nancy said not to sweat it. She seemed to genuinely not care. It was a nice feeling. Not having the weight of every action being judged. There would come a day when she could retire from the Legion and move on with her life. Sure, it was likely she'd stay in New Rome, but Niah really wanted to leave and study the real world. Being out and about in it made it feel like that was even more possible. The normalcy of people on the train was a nice breather. She smiled and happily shoved food into her mouth. Laughing at Nancy's joke about Mystiokinesis. "Is that teachable? I know a lot of gifts aren't. Like I wouldn't even know how to teach what I feel with the Oath thing, I might be able to teach Odikinesis. There are a few of the Mars kids who can do it." She used the proper name this time, sticking with Roman. Really though she knew the Romans had stolen most of it from the Greeks anyway. She put the pile of teeth on a napkin on the table. "What what your idea?" She asked Nancy, pushing the teeth her direction before taking a long drink from her soda. One thing Niah wasn't was squeamish.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- "Sounds good to me then we can make our bracelets at the Temple to Minerva once we get back home." Madalyne said looking at Nancy for a moment she didn't know how to really use one of the fancy new looking phones nowadays either. "You can play games on them to or something right? I remember we had arcades a lot back in the day." Madalyne said, she didn't really care if people stared at her wondering what they were talking about. Madalyne finished eating her food stuffing them into the same bag as well, to make things a little bit easier as well. Madalyne looked out the window as the scenery changed and the sun was starting to set as well, she stretched out slightly she ended up taking a little power nap as well. When she heard an announcement over the intercom that they were going to be stopping at the Centennial station. Madalyne stretched out again letting out a slight yawn as she watched the conductor getting changed out with a woman, and another woman was coming down with a tray of refreshments as well. Madalyne instantly was on alert and reaching for her sword which was in her pack gesturing towards the two new people on the train. "The refreshment lady and the new conductor are monsters." Madalyne said, getting a slight glimpse of a snake in the refreshment lady's hair.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had been biding her time, keeping an eye out for someone with a decent phone to swipe. She figured it would be easiest to handle once they got to their next destination, as people would be getting up off the train, they'd be pushing and shoving, and it'd be easy to just grab a phone out of someone's hands by knocking into them. They made their next real stop in Washington State, in its capital - Olympia. "Y'know, I still can't believe that Seattle isn't the capital here," Nancy mentioned to her companions. She hadn't heard of Olympia really before that day. However, she sat upright, noticing the two monsters that had come onto the train. The blood drained from her face, seeing that they were two gorgons. Of all the monsters in mythology, they had to be some of the most fearsome. You couldn't look at them in the eye and their heads - with snakes - always gave her the creeps. She shuddered. "Gorgons," she whispered. "You can't look at them or they'll kill you... And I don't think you can be un-killed from being turned into stone, so it's a fast pass to Hades."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- The train trip was long. Niah was bored. She had pulled out her reading book and was nearing the end when they finally reached Olympia. "Does it have something to do with when the town was founded? Like California it is Sacramento, and Nevada is Cason City. That last one doesn't make any sense. It should be Reno or Las Vegas." Then Madalyne said that there were monsters on the train. Niah started to turn to see the new conductor and refreshment lady, but then Nancy said they were Gorgons so she avoided eye contact and looked down to the ground. She shivered. Then looked at Nancy. "Great, just great. No quest ever goes easily does it?" She sighed. She felt like she had asked for this. "Game plan?" She looked at her friends.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: Mystiokinesis, Mist Control --- --- Madalyne kept avoiding eyecontact with the two gorgons who were slowly walking down the aisle of the train car, they weren't at their part yet which was good that would give them time. Madalyne waved her hands quickly as three pairs of reflective sunglasses appeared on the table, she was glad that they weren't those hand held mirrors that people usually use when applying makeup. "The reflective mirrors on the glasses might work no guarantees though." Madalyn whispered to her two friends. She went and focused on the mist now, but the mist didn't want to work with her this time letting out a slight groan looking at Nancy and Niah and shrugged slightly. "Tried the chimera trick earlier it isn't working." Madalyne said, reaching for the hilt of her sword just in case. "We could get off the train, but it'll make traveling longer."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: Audiokinesis, Daggers --- --- Nancy flinched slightly when Niah mentioned Las Vegas. If she could go her entire mortal life without seeing the borders of Nevada, it would still feel too close. She shut her eyes, wary of accidentally being turned to stone by a gorgon. She had this horrifying feeling that her stone body would be brought back to New Rome and made into a garden statue somewhere. Or even worse, maybe her stone form would be put in the augury as a decoration for Alexandra. She shuddered at the thought. "We can't get off the train - no way am I going to be stuck in grody fake Seattle," Nancy grumbled. "If the mortals wonder what our damage is, well, good thing we've got a bonafide Sabrina Spellman here to make them think nothing weird happened." She drew her twin imperial gold daggers, concentrating on the sounds around her. She amplified them in her head, though mostly all she could hear was the conversations of the passengers on the train. None of them realized what sort of mortal peril they were in, with gorgons on the loose. Nancy didn't even recall the names of these monsters, just knowing the most famous one was Medusa. Yet from the noise, she was finally able to pinpoint where one of the gorgons was. She stabbed with her daggers, hitting the gorgon in the back. She pulled out her blade, yet the monster didn't crumple to dust, still alive.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: Short sword --- "We are not getting off this train if we can help it." They had spent way too much money getting on it. Niah wasn't going to risk having to steal a bunch of money to travel for what they had already paid for. She couldn't close her eyes like Nancy and hope to hit the Gorgons, but she could use the sunglasses. She grabbed a pair of them and put them on. Then squinted as much as she dared without losing sight of the monsters, she made sure to look at their feet. That at least would give her the ability to keep track of where they were. She drew her invisible sword and following Nancy's movements stabbed the Gorgon that she had suck with a dagger. It still didn't dust. She used the backswing to hit the Gorgon again. The Gorgon swiped at her, she saw the hand reaching for her, but it dusted. Niah let out a sigh of relief. She hoped that the Mist was keeping them from getting noticed, and thanked her lucky stars her sword was invisible. There was still one more Gorgon to deal with though.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: Sword Fighting, Mist Control --- --- Madalyne quickly stood up, seeing both of her friends springing into action and went to attack the first gorgon, she smiled seeing the two of them double teaming the snake head woman Madalyne quickly put the glasses over her face. There was only the one wearing the conductor's uniform, she quickly charged after her and swung her sword. Only for the gorgon to block it with her arm, Madalyne then turned around using her sword and swung her sword again which instantly made the second gorgon to burst into dust. Madalyne tried to get the dust off of her while looking over at her friends, they actually went down pretty easily. The people on the train now started to freak out seeing the girls carrying weapons in their hands, Madalyne started to close her eyes and tried to control the mist around the people within the train car. But none of it was working she quickly slipped her sword back looking at Nancy and Niah. Before trying a third time with the mist, and everyone seemed to calm down now at this point letting out a slight sigh. "Crisis averted." Madalyne said while looking at her two friends and smiled a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- She heard the gorgon she had attacked rush into dust. Nancy hadn't stabbed at her a second time, so she deduced that either Niah or Madalyne must have taken care of it. Then, a moment later, Madalyne gave the all clear - the crisis had been dealt with. Nancy opened her eyes and sheathed her imperial gold daggers, placing them away. She didn't know what Madalyne had convinced the mortals they had seen - maybe they thought Nancy was armed with two bananas - but it didn't matter that much in the long run. She took her seat again. "Take that, universe - going to take a whole lot more to get us off the train," Nancy tried to joke. She regretted it almost as soon as she said it. The Fates probably were going to make their lives a lot harder because of that. But then again, they had tricked a chimera, killed werewolves with Cherry Bomb, and just turned some gorgons into confetti. They were on an upswing in the quest and as long as they didn't leave the train, they'd be able to make it to Mount Rushmore in no time.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah sighed relieved with the all-clear from Madalyne. She relaxed and re-sheathed her sword, then sat down pulling the glasses off. Then Nancy tempted the Fates. Niah winced. "If only knocking on wood actually helped." She sighed. "Though now we have a new and interesting problem, there is no conductor?" Niah kept her voice pitched low so hopefully, none of the normal people on the train heard her. She sort of asked, her voice rising at the end. Partially in concern and partially wondering if they gorgons had just been there to be annoying not truly run the train. Did Gorgons have jobs? There had only been two...weren't there three? She put the glasses back on real quick and looked around trying to see if someone seemed off. She sighed relieved when there didn't seem to be any other monsters. She did notice that there were a couple of actual snakeheads on the ground. "Ew." She said and grabbed a couple of napkins to pick the heads up. "Any idea what good these might be for?" Niah looked at the heads, "They do have teeth, maybe we can add them to the bracelet." She laughed slightly. "I don't know what type of snakes these are though, so might want to be careful about that." She let the others examine the snakes and then carefully wrapped them in the napkins before putting them in her bag. Niah leaned back in her seat. "Admittedly, we do make a badass team." Niah grinned at her friends.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: --- --- Madalyne went back and sat down with Niah and Nancy giving her two friends a smile as she put her sword back into her pack, and leaned back watching Niah pulling out the snake heads and shuddered slightly seeing them. "Just don't prick yourself on those fangs they could be venomous or something." Madalyne said towards Niah as she went to put them away, as she shrugged slightly. "Could use to make poison or something. Or we can take the fangs out and use them for our little bracelet project to." She said, she didn't really mind either way it would also look pretty cool if they added it on somehow. A few seconds later the real conductor came onto the train, and then the train started to move again a few seconds later, she started to relax watching the train station starting to move away now. They did actually make a really good team and worked really well with the monster encounters as well. "We do make an awesome team."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Washington State Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had a brief image of them taking the fangs and making them into rings - she had heard of rings before that concealed little poison spikes. Those sounded pretty rad. Of course, she also liked the idea of adding a collection of items to these hypothetical (and increasingly dangerous) friendship bracelets. She liked Madalyne's idea too of just making a poison out of the fangs - she pictured Madalyne with a cauldron with bubbling fumes, dropping them in one at a time while chanting in Latin or some other dead language. "'Course we're a badass team. I'm here," Nancy joked, sticking her tongue out slightly. The train was moving once again, meaning they were safe from monsters until the next stop most likely. Of course, monsters weren't the only things demigods encountered on quests - gods tended to come and poke their noses into things too. "But since we're such an awesome team, I think it's time we ask revealing questions of each other. Super serious stuff. So, Niah... What's your favorite flavor of ice cream? And why isn't it rocky road?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "We can decide later what to do with them." She said, being extra careful now as she put them away. Niah laughed at Nancy's joke and grinned, "Yeah, and I mean who else sings Cherry Bomb so badly it explodes heads?" Her stomach tightened as she made the joke, fear that Nancy would take it the wrong way and be mad at her pulsed and she hoped that she didn't judge wrong and Nancy would laugh. "As for ice cream, my favorite is Moose tracks." She paused to think, then said "Rocky road is good too, but I'm not a huge fan of chocolate base ice cream. I also don't like things that are too crunchy in my ice cream so the nuts aren't my favorite. Why don't you like Moose Tracks? And what about you Madalyne what is your favorite ice cream?"</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again Skills: --- --- "I think im the more badass of the group though, like tricking that chimera earlier and then fighting that second gorgon all by myself while you two went for the other." Madalyne said jokingly as she leaned back a little bit and watched the scenery moving along slowly which was also really relaxing before turning her attention back over towards Nancy and Niah and smiled as they brought up their favorite types of ice cream. "I personally prefer mint chocolate chip, that's actually my favorite." Madalyne said smiling a little bit as she remembered when she was younger she'd go get some ice-cream with her father, and he'd always buy her that. And she'd always pick out the little bits of chocolate chips and eat them before eating the ice-cream itself. "Also rocky road totally sucks." Madalyne said jokingly, she had never heard of Niah's before really.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Washington State Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy narrowed her eyes at Niah for a moment, after her fellow demigod insulted her rendition of Cherry Bomb. "You dare insult the singing of a child of the God of Music?" Nancy asked, her voice sounding raspy - a combination of Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort. She held the gaze for a moment before she started to snicker, her facial expression changing to one of glee. "Just messing with you," she explained, giggling a little bit. She did enjoy singing, but she also wasn't going to be offended by Niah's joke. She liked Niah and she trusted her. Had someone else said it, well, then there might have been issues. Nancy's temper was... strong. "What's Moose Tracks?" Nancy asked Niah. "Also, Rocky Road is the best ice cream flavor for a key reason - the nuts and marshmallows. The nuts are crunchy and give a good bite to it, while the marshmallows are like fluffy little pillows for your teeth. And then the chocolate base? It's heavenly. It's also consistent no matter where you get it from, you know that they'll have it and that it'll taste the way you expect. And as demigods, it's symbolic - our life is a godsdamn rocky road."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah tensed up when Nancy spoke about being the daughter of music, but when Nancy cracked a smile Niah laughed. Niah was relieved. They had reached actual friend status. "Oh my gods, you've never heard of Moose tracks." Niah sat up straight up. "Okay, so you have a vanilla ice cream base, peanut butter cups, and strips of fudge. Just the right amount of flavor. There are even mint flavored ones. But I prefer the classic vanilla one." Niah liked mint chocolate chip ice cream, and if a place didn't have moose tracks that was usually her go-to. They would have to figure out how to get some. There were a bunch of different flavors out in the world, they just needed to get to like a Safeway or something. "You are right though, the demigod life is definitely a rocky road." She looked at Madalyne, "You did do a great job. Without you, we definitely would have had to fight the Chimera." She shivered not wanting to have to deal with its poison tail.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again -> Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- It was another day before the train made a couple of other stops and for the most part things were uneventful for the train ride there wasn't any other monster encounters yet which was actually a good thing as well. Madalyne spent some time reading one of her books that she had brought with her. She was still on alert when the train made its next stop, she was starting to get really bored being in the train again, and it would be really nice to stretch out and move a bit. The weather was starting to turn bad though as there were a few thunder clouds rolling in now as well. Madalyne stretched out slightly as she stood up looking over at Nancy and Niah. "So should we go out and stretch out a little bit?" Madalyne asked, as she decided to go and get some fresh air as well. Making her way over onto the train platform, there she noticed a map and went over to look at it. They weren't to far from Fargo which was a good thing, though they would have to travel over on foot or find some kind of transportation from there.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: Sleight of Hand --- --- Nancy's legs felt stiff. She had chewed her way through almost her entire pack of bubblegum. She had even looked through the drawings on all of her tarot cards out of sheer boredom. The train didn't have any sort of instant entertainment. All she had to do was to talk with Niah and Madalyne (which was rather fun, but she couldn't fill all of the time constantly talking with them) or staring out the window at the scenery that blurred on by. She had spent decades in a place where time stood still and now, on a train speeding towards their destination, Nancy was beginning to chaff at the inactivity. When they were just a few stops from their destination and the train came to a rest stop, Nancy instantly leapt up out of her seat, thrilled to be able to stretch her legs. They could probably buy some more food with the rest of the cash she had "borrowed" earlier - but first things first, Niah needed a phone. A smart phone. She still didn't get how those small buttons were usable, but that wasn't her problem. She went into the aisle and was about to bump into a businessman, when he turned and saw her going for his pocket. "What the hell are you doing?" he said, clearly annoyed. Nancy thought on her feet. She could have been a child of Mercury. "Argh, I'm... I'm so sorry... Is it... is it hot in here?" she mumbled weakly, stumbling forward as she pulled off a near perfect performance, acting as if she had been caught by a dizzying fainting spell and was not trying to pickpocket the passenger. Her plan was to get enough people asking what they could do to help, ask to borrow a phone to contact her parents so they could bring her some medicine when they picked her up at her stop in Fargo, and then pass along the phone to her sister, Niah, to contact them. "H-help..." she gasped, about to hit the floor.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah had finished her book. So that left her with not much to do when the conversation died. She also drew in her sketchbook. A quick sketch of both Mads and Nancy. She put the date at the top of the page. Niah had struggled a bit with the sketch but was able to turn it around to something decent. She wasn't certain she would share it with anyone though. Only Nancy and Mads if they asked to see it. When the train came to a stop and they had some time to stretch Niah was happy to take advantage of it. Her leg was cramped from being curled under her other leg. "Gods yes." Niah said shoving her stuff into her bag and then leaving the train with the pair of them. Niah was surprised when Nancy feigned fainting, and for a moment she was caught up in the lie that she caught Nancy trying to make sure she was okay. "Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?" Those who knew Niah would know that until Nancy was asking for the phone to call their parents Niah looked like she believed something was wrong with Nancy, but then her face contorted slightly and she coughed. She didn't add to the lie.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- The buinsess guy looked at Nancy a little bit confused at what the girl was actually doing, though there was a small crowd that started to form. "What do you need hun?" One of the passengers asked as she knelt down it was a woman who looked like she was in her late forties, and another passenger had some water and gave it to Nancey. Madalyne turned her attention towards her friends to see what they were doing, she instantly picked up on her friend, knowing that she was acting and quickly made her way back over towards them. "Sis, are you okay?" Madalyne asked and looked towards the older woman. "Do you happen to have a cellphone on you? Ours have died suddenly." She said softly as the woman nodded and dug into her purse before pulling out her phone and handed it over towards her, and Madalyne gave it to her Niah.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy started to have a coughing fit, before abruptly remembering that she was supposed to be having a fainting spell, not the onset of the next deadly plague. Her brief slip in performance though wasn't noticed, as everyone continued to more or less buy her act. She fluttered her eyelashes convincingly, trying to embody a weak little girl as best as she could. "Water," Nancy croaked. "I'd kill for some gods damned water." Madalyne had picked up on the con she was pulling and a phone was handed to Niah. Nancy roughly shifted herself until she was sitting back down in one of the seats, letting Niah have her hands free. "Thank you for giving my sister the phone to use..." Nancy said softly, trying her best to seem sympathetic to the woman she borrowed the phone from. She had no idea how long it would take Niah to look up the information she needed, but she hoped it was quick. Though Nancy also didn't know how long it usually took for someone to use a phone to call or text someone - cell phones made no sense at all to her and at New Rome, she hadn't really had a chance to learn. "Our parents are going to be so worried when they find out... My dad's got a fiery temper..."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: google --- Niah took the phone, nodded at the lady her thanks. Then stepped away from the small crowd gathering around her "sister". She pulled up google real quick and found two possible routes. One they would have to rent a car, and it would take eight hours. Or catch a flight. She frowned, pulled out her sketchbook, and wrote down the two routes real quick. Then deleted the search from the phone's memory cache. Niah then dialed 767-2676. She could only hope that their current area code this number worked in this area. There was a pickup tone and then an informative voice told her the time. Niah spoke quietly about her sister not feeling well and could one of their parents hurry up and pick them up. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time she hung up and turned back to the group. "Thank you." She didn't dare try actually lie. The fake phone call had been hopefully enough for her part in the ruse. And hopefully, if the lady looked at the number she wouldn't realize the kid who had borrowed her phone had called popcorn.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- One of the passengers nodded and headed over to grab a nearby water bottle from his pack and handed it over towards Nancy. "Here you go." He said to her as soon as Nancy took a drink from the water Madalyne handed back the water bottle to the guy who had given it to Nancy. "Thank you." Madalyne said giving him a smile, as she helped Nancy back up to her feet while looking at her two friends, by then the crowd started to dissipate and went off to do their thing. "Are you alright sis?" Madalyne asked, still keeping up the ruse until they were off the train, and Madalyne made sure that they were clear she let Nancy go and smiled. "So, what did you find Niah?" Madalyne asked looking over at her, since she knew how to use the cellphone better than the two of them they really should find the time to find out how to work a phone as well. This was another small rest stop and they had sometime before the train had to be boarded again as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy took a swig of water, looking grateful as she pretended to let Madalyne help her up to her feet. People were starting to leave finally, the crowd thinning, and the man she had tried to pickpocket clearly wasn't saying anything at all. The ruse had been a success and Nancy relaxed, loosening up. "I think I might've just gotten a bit heat sick or something," Nancy said, just in case anyone was still watching her or listening to what she was saying. She let Madalyne help her off of the train, only completely ending her act once they were off the train and out onto the station platform. "Thank gods mortals are so thick," she said with a sigh of relief. "Hope that didn't bother ya too much, Niah - the entire fibbing thing." They had been spending a lot of time in close quarters lately and she had more or less learned that the Oath Binder couldn't lie. She wasn't sure if it was Niah being incapable of it or if Niah just wasn't comfortable with it, but she didn't want to push Niah to do something she wasn't willing to do. "And yes, spill the beans."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "It is okay. I avoided it mostly. I've probably told like two direct lies ever." She shivered slightly at the memory. "Right, so good news. There are routes to Mount Rushmore. Two of them. Bad news. One of them is a flight we can take. The other requires a car and an eight-hour drive." Niah didn't know how to drive. And had no clue how they would get tickets on a flight. Niah pulled her notebook open and showed them the notes she had jotted down. With the airport, they would need to leave from, and the turns they would need to get from Fargo to Mount Rushmore. It was a long trip. The flight would be the fastest, but identification and money would be required with a lot of security between them and the flight. The car might be easier to con from someone, which Niah didn't particularly like the idea of, but it might be necessary. "If we can get to a Western Union I can call my dad and see if he'll wire me money. That could at least take care of that part of it, but uh, I didn't exactly come to America via the usual routes." She had taken a flight, but her paperwork had all been temporary two years ago. She had been too young for any proper identification. No one had questioned her then, but now things weren't guaranteed to be so easy.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy grimaced slightly as Madalyne pointed out their lack of funds. They had some money left over from earlier, but that was barely enough to buy a meal, not nearly what they would need for plane tickets. She didn't know how to drive. Madalyne mentioned that she didn't either and Nancy was guessing that Niah similarly didn't. She really wished that they had gotten more money from the Legion before they left, but hindsight was twenty twenty. She paced back and forth for a moment, before she came up with an idea. "I can't drive... but how hard can it be?" Nancy asked. "However, I have an idea for the money issue... Everywhere demigods go, there's bound to be a monster, right? How about we poke around Fargo when we get there, find the biggest bad that we can, kill it, and then take all of its loot?" "Any monster worth its stuff should probably have enough for us to hire a cab or something - or even to buy a bus ticket to get there." She was vaguely aware that there was some sort of ride sharing thing on phones, but she didn't even want to consider how to use one of those things. She sensed that Niah wasn't comfortable with the plane option - that was another thing that had changed since her time in the hotel. Planes had so much more security now. "And if that doesn't work... We could pray to our godly parents, see if one of them is feeling nice."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah would be okay with busking or asking her mortal father for help. She did have a fairly decent relationship with him. "Mine might send a boat or a surprise river." Niah shrugged. Her experience with her mother was limited. "But willing to give it a try when we get to Fargo. Both plans even. We do make a formidable group. I can draw attention to myself with the anger thing. You two could flank it." She was like Hulk but could make other people Hulk out. "I miss payphones." Niah cast her gaze around them making sure there wasn't anything for them to be worried about. She was hungry and sore from the train. Yeah, their trip had been, so far, not awful. Heck none of them had even gotten hurt. Though it was possible their ruse to get the phone might backfire, which was part of the reason Niah hated lies. They were dangerous if they got out of control. Heck, how would they explain three teens around the same age calling each other sister? Adoption? Foster care? Probably one of those. "I can't drive either if that wasn't obvious. Maybe we should ask for driving lessons after this. Like with real cars." She sighed, and shoved her sketchbook away. "But a cab or bus might work. We'd have to figure out what the bus lines and changes would be though. Though, an eight hour cab ride is really expensive I bet." Niah chewed on her lip thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- Madalyne thought for a moment she wouldn't mind taking some pent up anger on some monsters, and see what they could manage to steal off of their dead body. She looked towards Niah when she suggested contacting her father to funnel some money to her, she wasn't sure if calling would be a good idea though they could possibly put him at risk to. "I mean its up to you if you want to call him Niah." Madalyne said, though it would probably be really nice for Niah to talk to her father, they weren't to far from Fargo now which was a good thing as well. "So, lure some monsters to us, kick their asses and then pawn off whatever they got sounds easy enough." Madalyne said giving them two a smile, though she wasn't sure what they could actually get or how much something would be worth, cyclops were pretty easy to come by and they did tend to have a lot of junk as well that they could try and sell off. "Though i'd be safer taking a bus or something rather then having any of us driving, but I would be down for driving lessons and getting a drivers license once we get back to Camp Jupiter."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: Prophecy, Latin --- --- Nancy snickered slightly at the idea of a surprise river. She just had this mental image of them standing in the streets of Fargo, Niah praying to her mother, and then SURPRISE! Where there had once been an office building was now a river with a little yellow inflatable raft that somehow went all the way to Mount Rushmore. For whatever reason in her imagination, the boat was manned by a beaver dressed up in a rain coat and galoshes as well. "Can I just say, I think we were really too quick to dismiss this surprise river plan? I think it's got real potential," Nancy said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "As for driving lessons - yes. I think we start small though with bumper cars. Highly educational." The daughter of Apollo then suddenly lost the mirth in her expression, as she sat down on the ground, her legs crossed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her deck of tarot cards. Nancy wasn't even really sure if she could trigger a vision - she hadn't tried before. She didn't like her power of prophecy at all, fearing that she would eventually end up some shriveled old Oracle - or even worse, a complete ditz like her half sister Alexandra. "hoc me odisse," she mumbled in Latin, more or less translating to I hate this. With her eyes closed, she tried to trigger a vision of some rich monster in Fargo. Nothing happened at first. Her fingers then felt incredibly cold and chilly, as Nancy felt some magnetic force pull her. She pulled a single tarot card from the deck in the upright position - the Devil. The card symbolized addiction, green, consumerism, materialism. Her vision flashed for a moment, seeing the den of a cyclops in the junk yard in Fargo, before it all cleared. Nancy's head was pounding like she had pulled an all nighter before an exam fueled by only skittles and red bull. "Urgh... When we get to Fargo, we need to head to the junk yard. There's a cyclops den there."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "Could do a combination of them." Niah suggested. She could get a couple hundred from her dad, which would be food, and then whatever they got from the monster they took out would give them the transportation fees. She did grin at the idea of a surprise river. Her own imagination about it was a bit grimmer than Nancy's. Since Styx was so tied with imagery of death Niah did not want to be involved in a surprise death river popping up in the middle of a major city. Assuming Fargo was a major city. With Nancy's vision, she nodded. "Alright we will take care of the junkyard, any extra cash we need to make it to Mount Rushmore, and eat, I'll ask my dad for." That seemed like a good way to handle it. She didn't want her dad to worry about her, but he did love her a lot and wanted her to be safe and happy. Talking with him was always an exercise in not saying too much. Even if he had had relations a goddess it didn't mean he totally understood his daughter's world. "And I get a new book." She held up her finished reading book.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Fargo, North Dakota, Junkyard Skills: N/A --- --- "Would you like the string tied around your ankle or wrist Niah?" Madalyne asked Niah jokingly as she watched Nancy starting to look for something, and managed to find an inflatable raft still in it's box. She started to look around for something and instantly found an electric air pump and smiled a little bit as she pulled it out of some junk looking over at Nancy. The plan was a little bit crazy and weird in her opinion but it also did sound pretty fun as well. "I like the weird and crazy Up idea actually." Madalyne said as she looked around for some rope, sadly she didn't find any at all. She was able to find a power outlet as well and plugged the air pump, then took the inflatable raft from Nancy and turned it on as well as hooking up the raft as it started to fill up with air. "So, I cant find any rope though we can do a flight test or something before we leave if you guys want."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy didn't want to have to go to a pawn shop if they didn't have to. She had a stubborn belief that everything they'd need to make Up happen could be found here in the Junk Yard - and that was almost entirely out of laziness. She didn't want to have to go across town, buy all of the rope in sight, and then come on back here to finish constructing the craft. The sooner they got the rope, the sooner they could get onto the next phase of the adventure - the fun stuff like slaying monsters, not the boring stuff of trying to engineer a ride. "I can find some rope, my dad's probably the God of Finding Things too - he really needs to pick something and stick with it." She started scavenging through all of the junk, briefly wondering if one day some demigod might be picking through her stuff and looking for something. Nancy hoped she didn't end up as an old lady. She didn't really like the idea of growing old - she wanted to go out heroically in combat - the more people who cried at her funeral, the better. She wanted to have the tragic death of a hero. "Found some rope!"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: --- Niah shook her head grinning at the idea of a string being attached to either her wrist or ankle. She didn't think it sounded like a good idea either way, maybe her waist if it came down to it. She didn't want a limb ripped off. While the raft was being blown up Niah put on part of the armor, just the armbands, and set to see if she could control the whole set of armor. At first, nothing happened. Not even her arms felt like they were going to lift off. Niah frowned. She wasn't certain if she just was failing at the task or if it was an impossible one. She cleared her mind and let herself focus on just getting lift-off. This time she got an unstable upward movement. At least she wasn't shooting up into the sky, practicing this inside was a good idea. That meant there was at least an upper limit to how high she could end up. Her third try was much more successful. She was able to get altitude and control. That meant it was viable for her to attach most of the armor to the raft and not have herself be in the armor. That was a relief. When she had finished that she started messing with the rope and the now blown up raft. Since it had to seat all three of them she wanted to make sure it would be stable and wouldn't just dump them if someone shifted wrong. That seemed easier to her than trying to get the armor to fly. In the end, Niah felt confident about the raft and armor set up. "I'm amazed. This might actually work. I think we should tie the armor to the edges of the raft rather than bundle it all together. That'll keep it flat, instead of pulling up to one spot. I hope. I don't know if anyone has done anything like this before so I can't say for certain if this will even work."</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Fargo, North Dakota, Junkyard Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched as Niah started to make a mini little flight test of the armor and smiled slightly that this weird little plan could actually really work. "I cant believe this weird little idea will actually work." Madalyne said giving a smile as she started to look around and managed to find a manual pump as well, the electric one would have been nice to bring around but that one needed to be plugged into a power source of some kind. She also managed to find several rolls of tape just in case that there was some kind of hole that would destroy their raft. "Just in case there is any kind of holes or leaks that could happen." She said as she made her way over and took the bits of armor and started to tie it around the raft so that way they could have something stable to sit on. Her tying job wasn't the best at all but Madalyne figured that it was going to be good enough. "I'm not sure if my knot tying is the best, but if you guys want to check and be sure that it's nice and secured to would be nice." Madalyne then started to slowly drag their weird little armor raft air balloon outside.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy took a bow as Niah exclaimed that the idea could actually work. "I'm a genius, a champion of Minerva in the making," she bragged. "All the gods look at me and go how very!" She wasn't exactly a humble person - nor a subtle one. She was incredibly excited that her idea was a viable one. She helped Madalyne to move their Up!Mobile outside, hoping that the winds would be favorable. She wondered if they would attract any sort of flying monsters - and that was a bit thrilling, more exciting than terrifying. She loved fighting and killing monsters. It was a great outlet for aggression. Once outside, Nancy went about inspecting Madalyne's knots. She wasn't the best at knot work herself, but she gave the ropes an experimental tug and found that the knots were loose. Nancy untied them and then did her best to retie them tightly, giving them a good tug to make sure that they weren't about to come loose and send them all falling out from the sky. "There, should be good to go, if you wouldn't mind giving the knots a third check, Niah?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: Knot checking, Armor control??? --- Niah laughed at Nancy's antics. She knew Nancy wasn't humble, but her actions were just so over the top it could only be funny. Niah nodded and followed behind Nancy triple checking the knots. She felt like they were as sturdy as they were going to get them. "Okay, get in." She said and climbed into the boat herself. Niah sat down in the raft. Her heart was thumping. Once Nancy and Mads had both climbed into the boat and comfortable Niah took a deep breath. She focused on the armor and getting lift, for a moment it was wobbly. Niah winced. She slowed her breathing down a bit more and relaxed emptying her mind. The raft stabilized. "Okay, where to? Straight to Mount Rushmore? Or land on a Macdonalds or something?" She asked as the after lifted more into the air. "Also Mads, up to you to keep us unseen from mortal eyes."</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched for a moment seeing a bit of fire coming out of one of the president's noses, which had a little bit of dragon poop on it as well which caused another blaze of fire coming out. Madalyne looked over at Nancy and laughed slightly and shook her head slightly at the comment about them being blamed for being potential terrorists. "Yeah I don't think that would turn out to well for the three of us." Madalyne said with a slight laugh as soon as their makeshift hot air balloon landed Madalyne climbed out of it and offered her hand to help Niah back up to her feet. "I think theres a place to get food over there." Madalyne said gesturing over towards the café that wasn't to far, as far as she could tell there weren't any people around in the area at all either. "And by the looks of it the dragon has been having a little to much fun defacing the mountains, and people probably fled the area to maybe." Madalyne said as she started to make her way over towards the café, as she entered it she noticed that there was a lot of food that was just left there as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amphitheater - Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy applauded as Niah skillfully landed their flying raft. She once had heard that any landing you could walk away from was a good landing, but this one was masterful in her opinion. Not very many demigods could have boasted such a feat, controlling armor and using it to fly from Fargo to Mount Rushmore without incident. "That was so very!" Nancy praised. "If New Rome ever gets an air force, I definitely think you ought to be the one in charge of it. I wonder if you could fly to space with this thing... That'd be so rad. Can you imagine being the first girl on the moon?" Though, she had to imagine the title of first goddess had to have gone to Diana. She got out of the raft and did a quick stretch, having been sitting in the raft for a little while and she was feeling slightly stiff from it. The café Madalyne had pointed out wasn't too far away and tons of the food had been abandoned. Nancy was a little bit surprised more tourists fleeing the scene hadn't tried to bring their food along with them, but she wasn't complaining. She picked up an abandoned basket of food and popped a piece into her mouth, before holding it out to Niah and Madalyne. "It's free. Want some?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah took Mads offered a hand to get out of the makeshift flight-craft. With both her feet on solid ground again Niah felt better. She did a couple of toe touches and reached up stretching for the sky. "Next time is should be lawn chairs or something." She joked. Her stomach grumbled. Nancy's offer of the abandoned food was fine with Niah. She grabbed a forgotten basket of fries. She didn't dare try for the chicken, not certain how long it had been sitting unattended. "I wonder what the mortals are seeing the dragon as? The mist has got to be working overtime to keep them in the dark about it, but they still fled for safety." Her little bit of experimenting with the mist had taught her the basics, but she didn't know if there was a way to see what the mortals were seeing. Whatever it was it must have been terrifying. She considered the possibilities and all she could think of was some giant bird. Humans didn't have a lot of natural predators, not to mention flying ones. Maybe everyone thought pterodactyls had come back from extinction. Niah munched on her food and assessed what they would need to do. She'd probably have to put on the armor, or use it in another creative way to get them up into the air. She might stand an actual chance against a dragon as a small flying thing. Like an obnoxious fly. If Mads and Nancy created a distraction maybe she could just get the gem and they could get out of there without any fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked at all of the abandoned food that was there, she was surprised that there was a lot as well, some of the food was already half eaten while some of the others werent eaten at all. "I wouldnt mind getting a bite." Madalyne said as she snatched a fry out of the basket that Nancy had offered her. She started to look around for a moment finding a drink station and quickly started to fill it up with coke, halfway before adding the other half with sprite and drank it. "I'd probably assume a gas leak of some kind, I think thats the usual excuse that most people would say." Madalyne said giving a slight shrug as she found an uneaten burger and quickly started to eat it, closing her eyes and enjoyed it as she scanned Mount Rushmore in the distance. "We might need climbing gear or something maybe?" She asked looking at Niah and Nancy.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded in agreement, finishing the abandoned food she had found. Unlike her companions, she wasn't picky when it came to eating cold chicken. She didn't really care how long it had been abandoned for - as long as there weren't flies crawling around in it, it was all good in her book. Besides, they ate way too much healthy food at Camp Jupiter. The coffee shop in New Rome was her main outlet for her cravings. It wasn't often she got genuine tourist trap chicken strips and fries. It tasted practically like fresh ambrosia. "I'd suggest we could take the Niah Express again, but I'm gonna doubt you're up for that, doll," Nancy said. She tossed her trash in the waste can, before looking around at the abandoned equipment the mortals had left behind. Most of it was fairly run of the mill stuff - bags of purchases from a shop, the occasional stuffed animal, a pair of cheap sunglasses. In the back of the restaurant though, she hit the jackpot. Nancy smirked, producing three packs of climbing gear. She slung one over her shoulder, carrying the other two in her arms out. "Did I mention how awesome I am?" she asked her companions. She had the ego of the sun god.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah finished her food. It was good to have something in her belly. It had been much too long since they had gotten food. She didn't talk much while eating, but once she was finished. She got a fresh cup and filled it with water and chugged the water quickly. Then she spoke. "I'd be worried about being spotted if we fly up this way." She nudged the collection of armor that she supposed she should put on. While Nancy wandered off she did just that. Of course, part of her worried the armor was cursed still. It was probably just waiting for the right activation. Hopefully, that activation wasn't a dragon's waiting jaw. When Nancy returned with the climbing gear Niah wasn't certain if she was more excited about that then using the armor to fly. Well at least if she fell off the cliff face she could use the armor to catch herself. She shrugged hoping that she could get the climbing harness over the armor.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne finished up eating the fries on the table she looked over at Niah and Nancy. "So, why do you Americans call chips french fries anyway?" She asked Nancy, it was always something that had confused her and why Americans called football soccer as well and football in the US was something else completely different. She walked over towards the trashcan and dropped her empty container of food into it, wiping her hands clean with some unused napkins that she had found on a nearby table as well. Madalyne watched Nancy walking over towards the back of the restaurant as she looked at Niah. A few seconds later Nancy came out with a pack of climbing gear and smiled, though she had never done any kind of mountain climbing before it always did seem like it was a lot of fun. "Thats perfect." Madalyne said smiling as she looked at Niah for a moment and thought. "I think Niah should be the first to start the climb, we attach rope to each other, if one of us slips we wouldnt end up falling maybe?" She asked looking at her two friends.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "Only a shrug? No standing ovation? Tough crowd," Nancy commented, shaking her head slightly. Niah's non-reaction hadn't really been what she was looking for - at least Madalyne said what she found was perfect. She'd just have to up her game a little bit more, she thought with a smirk. Maybe she would see if she could cause the dragon to explode by her singing. That would definitely cause their jaws to drop. She cared a lot about her friends and keeping them safe, but Nancy was also very prideful. She liked people being impressed and in awe of her deeds. It was the type of attention she wanted - unlike the attention she had received back in Vegas on the strip. "I think that's a good plan though - Niah first, she can fly as needed, and if we slip we'll just dangle from her," Nancy mused. "It'll definitely beat scaling things in war games," she chuckled. She hoped that neither of them were afraid of heights. They didn't bother her really. She wasn't scared of going up high - she didn't feel a sense of panic at the thought of falling. She had her own fears to deal with.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Sorry just thinking of all the ways this can go wrong." Niah explained and put the armor on. It took a moment. Once that was finished she put the climbing gear over it. Together it was a little awkward of a fit, but at least she knew with the armor on if she fell she'd be less likely to end up as jam on the ground below. "Alright, let's get this over with." She said, and started toward Mount Rushmore. The cliff was huge. She tried to imagine what it had looked like before it had been defaced by the white people who stole this land. "I wish I could have seen it before it was this." She waved her hand at it. "Do you think the dragon has been here since before white people made this a road sideshow? Or did it move in after? Maybe they woke it up?" She realized she didn't know how long dragons lived or how long ago Mount Rushmore had been made. That would have to be looked up later. It didn't change what needed to be done now. Once the others were ready and hooked up to her she started to climb.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "Scaling the walls during the war games is soooooo much fun." Madalyne said with a slight laugh and shook her head slightly as she followed shortly behind Niah and Nancy as well, looking up at the defaced mountain. "You mean before the dragon defaced it, or before the mountain became mount rushmore?" Madalye asked as she continued to follow until they were at the base of the mountain, looking up at the defaced presidents faces. She was born in the UK, but knew enough about the US after living in the states for awhile now, Madalyne then took the pack of climbing gear and started to slowly put it back on. "So, you guys ever thought of ever having a normal life or anything like that?" Madalyne asked mostly out of curiosity, all of the people that she cared about were probably already old or dead by now. She hadnt really aged since being trapped in the Lotus Hotel & Casino, along with Nancy to as well, she looked up at the mountain once more getting ready for the long climb.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had no idea as to the answer to Niah's question. Her education hadn't exactly been stellar. Most of the things she knew she had learned from the Legion - which tended to be relevant trivia for fighting monsters and working with the gods, not the history of cultural attractions. "Beats me. I don't even know when this thing was carved," she admitted. Though, she guessed that it had to have been after America was founded, which didn't narrow it down too much. She guessed she also knew it had to have been made by the 80's, since she knew it had been a thing when she was a kid, so she had a period of a few hundred years to guess from. When they made it to the cliff, Nancy made sure that she had all of her climbing gear on and ready to go. She glanced over at Madalyne when she asked if they'd ever thought about having a normal life. "A normal life would be totally grody," she explained. "Y'know, I can never imagine myself growing old even. And when I think about dying and going to Pluto's domain, assuming I've been heroic enough and all, that never-ending party... bah, count me out. I'd rather be turned into a tree after dying in battle."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Before humans defaced it. I don't care about four old white dudes who had slaves." She shrugged. Looking up the cliff face her stomach did some flips. She had never thought she was afraid of heights but it was certainly seeming that way right now. Each time she had to rely on the armor she was about ready to throw up. Hopefully, she'd get used to that eventually. She started climbing after a quick test of the ropes connecting them. If they fell she'd hopefully be able to keep them safe. Keep them from falling. That was a lot of figurative weight. She breathed slow and low keeping concentration as she made the climb. Watching where she put her feet and hands. She had never climbed this high before. And she wouldn't have ever called climbing a skill. But being at camp made her more fit than the average teen at least.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Oath binding?, Odikinesis, Armor Control --- Dang harpies pulled Niah's hands from the rock wall and she started to fall. The first thing she did though wasn't trying to control the armor no it was stopping the Harpies from attacking. There was only one left. "I bind you by the River Styx to stop attacking us." She didn't feel the normal rise in power that she did when she bound someone by an oath, which made sense this wasn't an Oath. She went a different approach. She also had Odikinesis. A gift she never understood why she got. She was no child of Mars or to her knowledge a legacy of him. Sometimes using it had the opposite reaction the one Mars preferred. But she liked to use it to calm people down. To get them to lose their battle fury. And it worked. Now she could focus on the armor. But nothing happened. She was still falling. "Hold on tight!" She screamed. Of course, the fall was her fault. Of course, she was going to drag them down to their deaths because she couldn't control the damn armor well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne watched as Niah started to fall once the Harpies were dealt with and Niah was falling and if she did then they all were probably going to fall to their deaths. She closed her eyes using her free hand and held it out to where Niah was falling, she started to concentrate as best as she could as a net appeared right behind Niah preventing her from falling any further. Doing her best holding on and controlling her magic to prevent Niah from falling again her nose started to bleed slightly. "I suggest you start flying again, I can't grip and hold my magic at the same time." Madalyne called out to Niah doing her best to hold on her hand started to slip and loosing grip. There werent any monsters coming again which was good then they could get to the summit as quickly as possible.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Mercifully, the harpies were all dealt with. They still had the gravity problem though, as Nancy dug into the side of the mountain, doing her very best to avoid the laws of physics. They really hadn't thought this plan through. She wasn't afraid of heights - she was more afraid of what happened at the end of every fall. Thank the gods that Mads was there, as she managed to stop Niah's fall, helping to prevent the horrible laws of physics from killing them all. "Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love that you have magic, Mads?" Nancy called out. They weren't too far from the top now. Nancy gritted her teeth and continued her ascent, climbing as carefully and methodically as she could. Even though they were all connected, at least if she was up on the top, she didn't need to worry about hanging onto the side of the mountain while trying to get the others to safety. Her arms were aching by the time she managed to summit and her breath was heavy. She made a mental note to put in a request for more climbing obstacles in the next War Games.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- Niah decided she never would go skydiving or any of those other extreme air sports. The feeling of freefall made her stomach twist painfully. Thankfully Mads caught her with a magic net. "Thanks." She gave a sigh of relief. Then turned her attention to the armor hoping to get back up in the air and over the cliff face. Surely fighting a dragon would be easier than scaling a mountain. She mentally laughed. "Remind me to work on my upper body strength." Though she doubted working on chin-ups would help if a harpy attacked again. Niah was able to get control over the armor again and flew up to the top of the cliff. She landed, taking a deep breath. That was an experience she didn't care to repeat. But the armor was useful and hadn't actively tried to kill her yet, so maybe it wasn't cursed.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked up at Nancy and laughed slightly. "Glad that you keep me around then." She said jokingly as she started to get dizzy once Niah had left the net and started to fly up again she dropped the magic net. She was feeling like she was about to pass out but managed to climb up to the top. As soon as she was on the top Madalyne rolled onto her back and started to breathe heavily, whipping away the blood from her nose. It always did happen when she overused her magic way to much or was concentrating on more than one thing to hard, she then rolled onto her side looking at Nancy and Niah. "Do either of you guys have any water on you?" She asked, she felt like her mouth was leathery from all that climbing and fighting as well to.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, panting a bit herself. "Work on your upper body strength," she reminded Niah cheekily, even though she was fairly certain it was something they could all use a little more work on. She was definitely going to have to lobby for more climbing in the War Games. If they were this winded after scaling the mountain, she didn't want to imagine how the poor probatios would have done. While she was a centurion for the First Cohort, she really cared about making sure that everyone in the Legion was safe. The Legion had saved her from the Lotus Hotel and Casino - they were her family, it was the least she could do. Nancy searched through her pockets for a moment, before producing what more or less looked like a flask. "It's not water, but it's nectar," she offered. She figured for the purposes of getting Mads' throat to not feel like sandpaper, it would probably do the trick - they were both liquids, right? And plus, a little nectar couldn't hurt after what they'd all just gone through.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "No water sorry." She said. She considered taking a sip of the nectar, but she decided against it. She hadn't gotten actually hurt. The Harpy had gone for knocking her off the cliff rather than hurting her thankfully. It looked like it would do Mads some good though since she was bleeding from her nose. She wished she had something for Mads to clean her face with. Even if it had just been some napkins from the restaurant below. "Are you okay though Mads? You've got a bloody nose." She said, uncertain if she felt it. Niah started looking around to get a lay of the land and what they had to deal with still before getting to the dragon. She took a slow deep breath. Focusing on planning and what options they had.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy caught her flask, glad to see her friend hydrated and healed, and she put it away. She hated alcohol, so the flask may have appeared to be something uncharacteristic for her to own. It had been her mother's. It was the only thing that Nancy still had of hers. She had issues with her mother - loads of them, really - but as her mother was long dead there wasn't much that could be done about it. She kept the flask anyways. It was useful to have nectar on hand as a demigod. Whenever she thought about it too much, Nancy reassured herself it was purely out of practicality that she kept it. "Beyond taking back the gem?" Nancy teased Mads lightly. She then frowned, thinking it over. "I guess the first question is - are we going to kill the dragon or just steal from it? I feel like we'll inevitably have to kill it, so maybe we can engineer some traps. Like... cause a large chunk of Mount Rushmore to fall on top of it somehow?" Nancy suggested. "Or I can scream at it until it dies, but that might take a while."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "I can distract it while one of you goes for the gem. Once we have the gem we can either escape or kill it?" Niah would be perfectly happy dropping the whole of the mountain on the dragon if it came to that. She wasn't totally excited about the idea of playing distraction for the dragon, but she was decent enough with a sword, and out of the three of them could fly which gave her an advantage that the other two didn't have. As long as she was able to control the armor...and more importantly it didn't turn out to be cursed. A part of her still expected something to go wrong and the armor to try to kill her. "Mads...Do you think you could make yourself invisible? Long enough to get the gem and get out?" Niah wasn't certain if the ability was possible, or if Mads had the strength after climbing. She still looked exahusted. "Even better if you can do it to both of you and you guys get in and out without being seen. Hopefully, the dragon doesn't have any extra back up." She looked toward their goal. They could sit and watch for a bit and see if they saw other creatures.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- "Lets bring the mountain down on him as a last option or if we have to absolutely fight him." Madalyne suggested as she thought for a moment and looked over seeing a few Harpies flying into one of the president's noses as another entrance. "Great this is also a nest for harpies it looks like." Madalyne said with a sigh as she listened to Niah she was a bit tired but she still had enough strength to keep going right now as she thought of an idea. "I have a bit of an idea it might be a bit weird." Madalyne said as she sat down for a moment and started to concentrate the three of them would feel a breeze going around them, and then three misty figures appeared behind Madalyne and then eventually detail came through as she managed to recreate mist versions of them. She stood up and turned to look at them then over towards Nancy and Niah and smirked at her handy work a bit proud of herself. "Hopefully these will work as a nice distraction, meet your twins." Madalyne said proudly. "I am using all of my concentration on the three of them though so I can't really use magic to make us invisible, so we have will have to sneak in while our mist clones distract our flying lizard buddy."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy pouted slightly. It would've been so wicked cool to drop a mountain on a dragon - especially one, as Niah had pointed out, that was basically racist. She wasn't very surprised about the lair being next to a harpy nest, especially after they had just fought a bunch of harpies just to get up here - it made sense. They probably enjoyed stealing things from tourists or whatever when they were around and Nancy doubted people were free climbing enough to make them relocate. Although, she did wonder - did dragons eat harpies? Nancy whistled softly, appreciating the mist clones Mads had made. "Damn, we look good," Nancy quipped. They just needed to sneak in now, take the gem, and then be on their merry way - quest over and done with. "I think I have an idea on how to help, quiet's never been my thing but..." she concentrated, and it took her a few tries, but she managed to soften all of the noises the trio made. Their footsteps would be quieter, their heartbeats a little softer, their breath more muted. She held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for them to be quiet, and Nancy began to sneak her way into the cave. Inside, she saw an insane amount of gold, as well as a dragon sleeping - and the gem!</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "Oh fine, we won't destroy the national monument to old white guys." Niah said, though she was amused. She didn't want to take off the armor considering it both offered protection and the ability to fly if one of the harpies or the dragon decided to toss her off the mountain. At least it only appeared that the armor was difficult to start using. She'd have to practice that...a lot. She followed beside Nancy and Mads into the dragon's lair. There was so much gold. It was enough to make Scrooge McDuck feel poor. She wondered if they'd be able to take some back. With that kind of gold that could buy everyone in camp their own...anything. They could buy a school bus, or even just a dang truck so people wouldn't have to hitchhike or catch trains for their quests. Though that was part of the point of a quest so the truck would probably break down or end up possessed or something equally impeding. She assessed the situation. Getting to the Gem would be impossible to do without making noise...on foot. She could fly over to it. Niah concentrated and felt the armor respond to her desires. She flew over to the Gem and picked it up. Touching it sort of set her teeth on edge. Like something was wrong with it. She looked at the Dragon hoping it was still sleeping. No such luck it was waking up. Niah threw the Gem at Mads, seeing that her friend was watching her. Mads caught the Gem and Niah flew in a complicated pattern trying to keep the Dragon's attention before flying over and joining the illusions of the group. "Run!" She shouted. It seemed like the Dragon was falling for the ruse. It at least didn't seem like it knew which group was which.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- The dragon stared at the two pairs of puny demigods in it's lair and started to stand up on it's four legs it's massive wings started to spread they almost were able to touch ceiling of the massive cavern. It started to roar rather loudly as it started to breathe fire, their only exit being sealed by a wall of fire. Madalyne caught the gem looking at it for a moment, feeling a really strange and dark presence coming from it hearing a whisper saying only she would be able to hear it. 'Release me now mortal and i'll give you all the power in the world.' Madalyne was about to run towards the only exit only to be blocked by the wall of fire, turning around to face the dragon, as it fired again, managing to easily destroy her mist clones of her friends. Madalyne turned to Nancy, it was a really risky thing they were inside of the massive mountain after all as well to. "Hey Nancy? You wanna try bringing the ceiling down?" Madalyne suggested it really was risky since they were inside otherwise they would have to fight the massive fire breathing lizard.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Audiokinesis, Daggers --- --- Nancy mouthed the word NICE as Niah flew on over quietly and snatched the gem. If they had some way to whistle and get a friendly godly ride, their quest would pretty much be done now. Unfortunately, the dragon was waking up - they weren't going to be able to skip the boss fight. Nancy sighed slightly, even though she was secretly pretty excited. Fighting a dragon was probably the most totally radical thing they'd ever get to do in their lives. She didn't know anyone at Camp Jupiter who had even seen a dragon before. Like a game of hot potato, Niah tossed the gem at Mads and luckily, Mads caught it. Nancy didn't want to know if the gem was breakable. The dragon started to rise to its full height, its massive wings barely small enough to even fit inside of the cavern. Nancy flicked her daggers into her hands and started off at a run, only to skid to a halt as their way was blocked by a column of fire. Nancy glanced up at the ceiling of the cavern at Mads question, shrugging slightly. It was super dangerous and could easily end in getting them all killed, but at least they'd take the dragon out with them. "Yeah, I think I can bring the roof down," Nancy said, sounding a bit nonchalant to hide her panic. She took a breath and whistled, focusing on the vibrations traveling up to the roof. A few cracks formed. Nancy curled her toes. She whistled again, knowing that they only had seconds before the dragon killed them, and this time a stalactite fell, pinning the dragon. It wasn't dead. Nancy then charged forward with her daggers, and stabbed her daggers into the dragon's eyes. "Die die die die!!!" Nancy shouted, her most fearsome of battle cries. Maybe the gods thought it was actually a pretty good one, as the dragon died by Nancy's hand.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "Damn, Nancy that was badass. Make sure you get the trophy." Niah said. She was laughing a bit as the adrenaline that had hit her system caused endorphins and all sorts of fun chemicals that no longer had any use coursed through her. She flew over to her friends. Her body shaking a bit. She felt like she might throw up at the same time she wanted to just run a mile. "Let's get out of here." She started for the exit. Mads had the gem. The dragon was dead. She paused. "We could bring back some of the treasure." They'd only need a little. Gold was worth a lot of money. "Also, do we think I'm going to be playing pilot all the way back? Or can we take a train again?" The return from a quest wasn't always as dangerous, and usually there was a quick way home since the return trip wasn't part of the quest usually.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- "Well remind me to not get on your really bad side Nanc." Madalyne said with a slight laugh as she water the dragon dying at her friend's hands and started to walk over towards the body, and inspected it for a moment. Getting a bit of an idea she took out her sword seeing three large fangs still sticking out of it's mouth. She ended up removing the three teeth, handing the largest one towards Nancy and smiled towards her friend. "Here you go." Madalyne said as she handed one over towards Niah as well to. Madalyne stared at all of the treasure that was there, it kind of reminded her of the movie National Treasure the Legion could use the gold as well. "I wouldn't be opposed to taking some back." Madalyne said as she looked down at the gem, seeing a slight evil purple glow from it and a pair of eyes staring back at her sensing an evil presence coming from it she quickly stuffed it back into her pocket. "We should also suggest some expeditions senate so that the rest of the Legion can take the rest of this gold back as well."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy was moving lightly on her feet even after the dragon's death, her blood pumping thunderously throughout her body. She felt like she had just downed seventeen coffees all at once, the caffeine going straight to her heart and sending it into overdrive. "Thanks, it felt pretty badass, not gonna lie," Nancy told Niah with a wide grin. She felt so incredibly alive. It was like the world around her was clearer, sharper, more in focus. She felt everything more intently, like her senses had been kicked up to an entirely new level. But mostly, she was living completely in the moment, her mind focused on where she was, the when and the now of it all. This was what Nancy did best - she was a hunter at heart. She chuckled a bit as Mads handed her a gigantic dragon fang - it was easily the size of her arm. "Neato," she commented, feeling the weight of it. "Yeah, taking some of this back would be rad, as long as we avoid anything that's cursed. Isn't that a thing with dragons and their gold?" Nancy asked. She vaguely recalled hearing some things about how it was bad luck or that misfortune would come, but if a little gold meant they didn't need to worry about Niah dropping them to their deaths on the return trip, Nancy didn't care about a minor curse.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "It was badass and if I were good at storytelling I'd make it the best epic of our age." Niah said seriously. She grabbed a couple of handfuls of gold coins and put them into her bag. Niah shrugged at Nancy's question. She wasn't certain about dragons and curses, but it sounded plausible. Heck, she was still ready for her armor to turn out to be cursed. You could never really be sure. "We can go back to town and sell this at a pawn shop. Then we'll have the cash to get home." They could easily take the reverse trip back home. This time with less theft since they knew the route. She looked at one of the coins to see if she knew where and when it was from, which was doubtful unless they were Roman coins. Does Niah recognize any of the coins?</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "You were really awesome there, like seriously." Madalyne said looking at Nancy as she smiled towards her best friend as she looked around the room seeing the various gold coins, bars and other various things that were made of gold. "Maybe the dragon was friends with Midas?" Madalyne said jokingly as she knelt down and picked up a few golden coins. To Niah the coins were made of gold, but it looked like they were from various cultures, some even looked Mayan in origin. "I can see if any of it is cursed or not." Madalyne said as she held out her hands and chanted a small spell and looked to Niah and Nancy. "The coins arent cursed or anything, though i'd be more cautious on the larger stuff here." Madalyne told them as she filled some more of her backpack with the gold coins. "Lets head on out of here." Madalyne said as she took a moment and stared at the gem in her hand before heading out stuffing it into her pocket. She looked down at the ground below as she thought a little bit, she wasnt really looking forward to climbing down. "Maybe if you are up for it Niah you take us down one at a time?" She suggested to her.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy snorted slightly - she found it very funny how Niah shrugged about the potential curse, and then suggested they pawn the potentially cursed items off to some unsuspecting mortals. She had a tendency in her mind to see Niah as this pure sweetheart of a person, but every now and then she was reminded of how human - and even somewhat apathetic - her friend could be. "Love that, the mortals could use a good curse, call it an early recession or whatever," Nancy quipped. She pouted slightly when Mads declared that the coins weren't cursed - but that some of the larger items might've been. "Aww, rats. That's too bad." But hearing that it was all good, Nancy filled up on golden coins as well. They'd have plenty of money for a trip back to New Rome - hell, they could definitely afford airfare as long as they weren't ripped off. Nancy positively swooned at the idea of maybe even getting to go in First Class - the hot towels, the drinks, the little snacks, the leg room - it sounded absolutely divine. And calm. She'd never been on a plane before, having only really seen them in movies, but they seemed so peaceful and quiet. "I'll give you a nice tip," Nancy joked, holding up a gold coin to 'entice' Niah to carry them down - as if Niah wasn't also rich with gold at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah laughed. It was good to laugh. She was smiling as she headed toward the mouth of the cave. In a way, she felt invincible. Some of the coins she had grabbed looked familiar and were from all over the world and at different times. This dragon had done a lot of hoarding. "Feels bad to leave so much behind. Maybe we can convince the Senate to send a group here just to gather it. Obviously, leave anything cursed behind." She didn't take the coin from Nancy, there was no reason. She had no idea how much gold she had shoved into her bag, but she was not concerned about money at the moment. Maybe she could send some to her dad. He only had her baby brother, since her sister had disappeared and she had been sent to America. Maybe she could hire a private detective to find her sister? She let the pipe dreams play across her mind and then let most of them die. At the mouth of the cave, she tried to get the armor to lift her up again. Nothing happened. Stupid probably cursed armor. "Grab onto me." She told her friends. Yes, friends. There was no way around that now. Once they had a hold of her she focused on the armor again getting it to lift her and then out into the nothingness, before decending them back to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne filled up most of her pack with a lot of the golden coins as well as the strange purple gem into her pack as well to, before pulling it up. Her pack was pretty heavy with the amount of gold coins that she had taken, and quickly followed both Niah and Nancy out to the mouth of the cave. She smiled at the thought of getting a flight back to San Fransisco and getting a ride back to New Rome in style would be really nice. "I'm fine with seeing if we can get a flight if you guys want to do that, we just need to get to the closest airport." Madalyne said as she held onto Niah tightly. It didn't take to long for them to get back down to the ground again sighing slightly she really did hate heights as she looked towards her two friends and hugged them tightly. She snapped her fingers getting a bit of an idea to and looked at her two friends as she thought about a nice place they could rest in and some food. "Ya know we have some cash to spend now we could go to one of those really fancy and expensive restaurants and maybe a really nice hotel to my treat?" She suggested she wanted to treat her closest friends.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy thought for a moment, wondering just how much trouble the Legion would get into if they all went up to Mount Rushmore and raided the den of a dead dragon for gold. What would the mortals perceive through the Mist? She chuckled slightly at the idea. Whatever it was, it would have to be absolutely insane - which made Nancy want to see what happened, preferably with a cold slushie to sip on as she observed from a distance. "Aww, we can't ride Air Niah the entire way?" Nancy joked, holding onto her friend as Niah brought them safely down the mountain. When they reached the bottom, Mads told them her plan - a fancy restaurant and a nice hotel. Nancy hesitated for a moment. She had lived inside of a fancy hotel before - and it had been incredibly traumatic for her. She hadn't set foot in any sort of hotel since. The thought of sleeping inside of one made her stomach churn. She'd rather a shitty motel, if she were being honest - or maybe an RV or a trailer or a tent. Any of those sounded like good options to her. "Um, maybe not a swanky hotel... But a fancy restaurant could be fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Well, Air Niah will be open for business again after some food and a nice comfy bed. I don't care where the bed is, as long as it is soft and has pillows and a blanket. Also, preferably doesn't have bed bugs." She really didn't care. As long as it was something resembling safe. She realized now that the fight was over she was bone tired. Though a part of her was nervous about trusting the armor for that long of a distance. It didn't seem to be cursed. She had been able to remove it and still sort of control it. So maybe it would be fine. But she also didn't want to become too dependent on it.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- An hour's walk to a nice shower and some food. Niah smiled. "Best get walking then." She considered taking off her armor but decided against it. She would have to carry it no matter what. Though she laughed when she imagined tying a rope through all the pieces and then having them fly over her like some metal balloon. "I vote a steakhouse." She had heard that the midwest didn't have good ethnic food. She guessed they could pull of a steak well enough though. "Unless we find a Chinese restaurant. We might have to find a pawn shop and exchange some of our gold for cash before we go to the motel or anything." She didn't think most hotels would take payment in gold coins. They were not in a D&D game.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne thought for a moment as she looked through the maps app. "Well there are quiet a few steak places here it seems." Madalyne said as she looked towards Nancy asking how it worked and shrugged slightly. She was kind of amazed how the touch screen actually worked in the first place as well to. "I'm not sure how it works, but it's definitely a lot better than the phones that we grew up that were huge and attached to the walls." Madalyne said with a slight smile. "We'll figure something out and get to a pawn shop." Madalyne said looking down at the app, the closest town was Rapid City which was an eight hour walk away. "It's like an eight hour walk away from here to the closest town unless you two want to walk there. Or we can try and hitchhike our way over there." She suggested Madalyne didn't really like the idea of having to walk the entire way the hotel was probably the closest thing at the moment. She continued to walk down along the side of the road towards the closest motel.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy wrinkled her nose at Niah's suggestion of getting Chinese food - not that she had anything against Chinese food, she just somehow doubted there would be anything resembling edible and/or good Chinese food in South Dakota. "I second steakhouse. I don't want to get food poisoning by whatever Linda Smith has decided paces for a good stir fry," Nancy argued. However, they soon had bigger concerns as it turned out the nearest pawn shop was eight hours away, and the hotel was an hour away. The hotel was definitely not going to accept their gold. "Urgghhhh.... Why is this somehow harder than fighting a dragon?" Nancy complained. "I know no one hitch hikes anymore these days, but I'm voting in favor of that. Even if it's a monster driving the car, we can kill it and take it. And if it's a human monster, we tie them up and leave them on the side of the road," Nancy voiced. She was not looking forward to the idea of an eight hour walk before they'd have a place to shower and get changed, and most importantly, eat.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "We could set up Niah-air again." They'd have to go back and get the boat, but it was better than walking for eight hours. Landing in town might be weird. At least here at the park there hadn't been anyone around. Niah didn't think it'd be a good idea to steal a car. And they'd have to actually run into someone driving to be able to hitchhike. Other than the park she had no idea why anyone would be here. It was the middle of nowhere. "Problem with stealing a car. I don't know about you two, but I don't know how to drive. I don't have a license." She admitted. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know either. Or if they did have driver's licenses they were out of date. Something else the camp maybe should work on teaching. At least the older members of camp. Part of their training should be some survival skills.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne walked she started to think of a good way to try and get back home, she didn't want to have Niah pretty much fly them over to where they need to go that would be really hard on her. She also didn't like the idea of potentially falling to their deaths if Niah did get a little bit to tired after awhile. "Steakhouse works for me then." Madalyne said she didn't really mind of care she was pretty hungry anyway as well to. When something caught her eye as she heard a car driving up the road, when she noticed the symbol of Camp Jupiter decaled onto the door of a truck. Madalyne knew that Camp Jupiter had quiet a few veterans, and knew that they could help them out if they asked and quickly started to wave to get their attention. "Looks like we got a ride actually." Madalyne said as she smiled making her way over towards the truck, there was a slightly older looking man on his arm was also a tattoo marking his service to the Legion. "What can I help you all with?" He asked looking at the three girls.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "How hard could it be?" Nancy joked, as Niah pointed out she didn't know how to drive and didn't know if either of them knew how. Nancy's mother had never bothered to take the time to teach her how to drive, not that she had been old enough to do so before she ended up frozen in time anyways. But Nancy wasn't going to think about that place right now - nope, she wasn't going to let it ruin her good mood. And luckily, the universe seemed to agree. Nancy didn't have huge qualms about hitchhiking, mostly because it had been a fairly common thing to do when she had been growing up - people weren't as scared about it back then. And given that the truck had the decal for Camp Jupiter on it, Nancy didn't let a thought cross her mind that they maybe shouldn't have trusted this random person. "Gnarly. Love this for us," Nancy said, as they walked up to the truck. "We're on a quest for the Legion and could use a lift to the nearest town. Or if you're willing, the nearest train station - we can trade you some gold for tickets."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Well, that was serendipitous. Niah smiled at the guy hoping he would take pity on them. She wondered what he was doing out here in what was nearly the middle of nowhere except for some defaced rocks. Maybe he had seen the dragon. She pulled out one of the gold coins from her pocket and held it out to him. It wasn't camp money and he'd know that. But he could exchange it for cash at any of those cash-for-gold places. If it was a special coin it might even be more than its weight in gold too.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "We could set up Niah-air again." They'd have to go back and get the boat, but it was better than walking for eight hours. Landing in town might be weird. At least here at the park there hadn't been anyone around. Niah didn't think it'd be a good idea to steal a car. And they'd have to actually run into someone driving to be able to hitchhike. Other than the park she had no idea why anyone would be here. It was the middle of nowhere. "Problem with stealing a car. I don't know about you two, but I don't know how to drive. I don't have a license." She admitted. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know either. Or if they did have driver's licenses they were out of date. Something else the camp maybe should work on teaching. At least the older members of camp. Part of their training should be some survival skills.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne walked she started to think of a good way to try and get back home, she didn't want to have Niah pretty much fly them over to where they need to go that would be really hard on her. She also didn't like the idea of potentially falling to their deaths if Niah did get a little bit to tired after awhile. "Steakhouse works for me then." Madalyne said she didn't really mind of care she was pretty hungry anyway as well to. When something caught her eye as she heard a car driving up the road, when she noticed the symbol of Camp Jupiter decaled onto the door of a truck. Madalyne knew that Camp Jupiter had quiet a few veterans, and knew that they could help them out if they asked and quickly started to wave to get their attention. "Looks like we got a ride actually." Madalyne said as she smiled making her way over towards the truck, there was a slightly older looking man on his arm was also a tattoo marking his service to the Legion. "What can I help you all with?" He asked looking at the three girls.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "How hard could it be?" Nancy joked, as Niah pointed out she didn't know how to drive and didn't know if either of them knew how. Nancy's mother had never bothered to take the time to teach her how to drive, not that she had been old enough to do so before she ended up frozen in time anyways. But Nancy wasn't going to think about that place right now - nope, she wasn't going to let it ruin her good mood. And luckily, the universe seemed to agree. Nancy didn't have huge qualms about hitchhiking, mostly because it had been a fairly common thing to do when she had been growing up - people weren't as scared about it back then. And given that the truck had the decal for Camp Jupiter on it, Nancy didn't let a thought cross her mind that they maybe shouldn't have trusted this random person. "Gnarly. Love this for us," Nancy said, as they walked up to the truck. "We're on a quest for the Legion and could use a lift to the nearest town. Or if you're willing, the nearest train station - we can trade you some gold for tickets."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Well, that was serendipitous. Niah smiled at the guy hoping he would take pity on them. She wondered what he was doing out here in what was nearly the middle of nowhere except for some defaced rocks. Maybe he had seen the dragon. She pulled out one of the gold coins from her pocket and held it out to him. It wasn't camp money and he'd know that. But he could exchange it for cash at any of those cash-for-gold places. If it was a special coin it might even be more than its weight in gold too.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "We could use a ride wherever you can take us." Madalyne said to the veteran giving him a smile as the guy smiled at his fellow legionaires, and went to unlock the doors. "You might want to move the tools around and stuff though." He said as Madalyne nodded luckily the truck did have a row of back seats as she went to put the tool box in the front seat and her pack into the back of the truck bed. The veteran looked at Niah offering her some gold and shook his head. "Keep it, set your gear in the truck bed." He said once Nancy and Niah got in he started up the car again and started to drive. "Was gonna get some food, and then I can take you to the regional airport forty minutes away if you want that." He offered as Madalyne nodded she had taken the window seat. "Some food would be nice." She said as he started to head off to the closest restaurant. "So you ladies finishing on a quest or starting one?" He asked them. "Just finishing and trying to make our way back." Madalyne answered.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy got into the truck without much hesitation, putting her pack into the bed just as Mads had. She took one of the outer seats, as the middle seat made her feel confined and cornered - a small vestige of her trauma that "blessed" her with its appearance. But she could manage it. It was relatively small as her triggers went. The man seemed pretty friendly, and he was part of the Legion, so Nancy wasn't concerned about him. Plus, he was driving them for free - she had noted how he had passed up on the gold Mads had offered. "Yeah, we killed a dragon. No big deal," Nancy humble bragged. "If you're taking us to the airport and don't mind trading gold for cash, so we can buy tickets, that'd be rad." Otherwise they'd need to make another stop before getting there. She somehow doubted whatever restaurant they were at would trade cash for gold. "What cohort were you in - and what's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah returned the gold to her pocket with a shrug. If he didn't want some of the gold they had, that was his choice. It wasn't all Roman coins, but if that had been the issue, she probably could have found some in the bags heavy with the gold they had gathered. Niah didn't mind the middle seat. She took it without complaint. Just happy to be in a relatively safe position. A part of her brain screamed it was a trap. But if the guy answered Nancy's questions, she would feel better about it. Her bag was clunky, but she kept it on her lap. She felt like the questions they were asking were the ones she wanted to know, so she didn't have anything to add. But because of the small part of her that was freaking out, watched him carefully. She wore a smile, so it didn't seem creepy.</s>
<\|description\|>Sarah Wayne Appearance: Stands at 5.28 ft (161 cm); she has several scars on her body from different animals Age: 18 Gender: Female Mount: Ceratosaurus (Onca) Occupation: Dinosaur veterinarian Specialized Skills: Knowledgeable in the areas of saurian veterinary and behavioral (though only dinosaurs); good enough with a rifle to hit anything in the 6-10 ton range in a vital area Items: - Owns a .700 Nitro Express mammoth gun (it's only thanks to a lot of practice that she doesn't knock herself on her ass every time she uses it), which was formerly owned by her father - A .22 caliber pepperbox for self-defense - Ammo for both weapons - A locket with pictures of her parents - Several kits of medical and veterinary tools - Various clothes Personality: Despite usually being a quiet and polite young lady, Sarah has something of a stubborn streak. Her parents raised her to be kind but firm, but she's not above fighting if she needs to. Despite her outward civility, she distrusts most people, and prefers working by herself or, better yet, with dinosaurs. When on her downtime, she likes to read, observe wildlife around her, and write notes about them. History: Born and raised in the Midwestern prairie region, Sarah comes from a line of ranchers and farmers, though her mother was the town's only doctor. After school she would help her father tend to the livestock (Pachycephalosaurs and Psittacosaurus, to be precise). However, as the years passed, illness and predators thinned the herds to the point that Sarah's parents were forced to sell the remaining animals and their home, and move eastward. To help with money, she took a job as a veterinarian's assistant. After saving spare change for a long time, Sarah bought herself an egg, which hatched into a tiny (and very hungry) Ceratosaurus. Three years ago, both of Sarah's parents contracted Typhoid fever, and eventually passed away. After that, she moved around, finding work wherever people needed help with their dinosaurs. About six months ago, she received a letter from one Michael J. Horner, and she decided to prepare to head west. Other: - A fairly good rider when it comes to theropods and bipedal herbivores - Likes animals more than humans, and it often shows - She is very affectionate towards her mount Onca, to the point that one might think she was talking about a puppy when she talks about him - She knows she's short for her age, and if you point it out, she becomes very annoyed - A good way to get on her bad side is mistreating animals Name: Onca Species: Ceratosaurus dentisulcatus Appearance: Length- 15 ft (4.57 meters); Height- 5.5 ft at the hip (1.68 meters); Weight- 600 lbs (272.16 kg) Age: Seven years old Gender: Male Role: Mount, Guard Stats: * Size: ▣▣ * Strength: ▣▣▣ * Speed: ▣▣▣ * Intelligence: ▣▣▣ Special Abilities: Osteoderms on the back and neck provide a small amount of protection from some attacks; able to swim better than most theropods (though not as well as species like Spinosaurids) Other: Although not as bright as other predators, he is extremely loyal.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan S. Whittaker Morgan was up and awake this morning earlier than any other morning he could remember. Hell, he was awake when the farm's dodo crowed to alert them that it was the crack of dawn. For someone who was about to live-out their lifelong dream, he had an awful lot of butterflies in his stomach. The farmboy paced across his room a number of times as he ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath and releasing it with an even quicker exhale. "C'mon Morgan, yer a big boy. Bein a yellah belly sittin in tha dark an doin nothin ain't yer style...no ifs or buts." The large man tells himself as he shakes his whole body in an attempt to remove the feeling of fear, doubt, and anxiety. He felt a little braver now but his heart still hammered in his chest. With a determined look on his face, he grabs his favorite hat and scarf from the wooden end table beside his tidied bed and dons them. Now he felt a lot better now he had them on his person. Taking his pack, the redheaded farmer headed down the second floor of the farmhouse. Much to his surprise, his family was already up and about. His mother and sister-in-law were finishing whipping up some breakfast. His older brother and father were setting the table. And his niece and baby sister were playing with Bobo the Microraptor, the family's house pet. All of them paused what they were doing when they saw Morgan. "What's everyone doin up so early?" His father was the one to speak up and answer his question. "Well, we can't say goodbye ta ya if we didn't, now can we?" Morgan was moved. Only a couple of nights ago they were arguing and yelling at each other regarding the letter but now they were acting as if nothing happened. He could feel his eyes water a little as he kept going down the flight of stairs before setting down his pack beside his usual spot at the table and taking a seat. His family followed in suit. They had prepared his favorite foods for his farewell breakfast as this may as well be the very last time he would be sharing a meal with him for a very long time. They would share stories, memories, and laughter that would soon devolve into barely held back sobs and whimpers as they finished their meals. With a heavy heart, Morgan grabbed his pack and stood up from the table. His mother was wailing into his father's shoulder as he tried his best to console her through his own tears. His brother was keeping a convincing brave face but he could see a tear or two running down ol' Henry's face. His niece and baby sister, however, were bawling their eyes out and clinging onto Morgan for what seemed for dear life. They would be the straw that would break the proverbial camel's back as Morgan broke down into a blubbering mess as he hugged them both tightly and promising that he'd send letters as much as he can while traveling Westward. The rest of the Whittaker clan failed to resist giving the youngest son and brother one last hug and followed in suit to join the messy noisy goodbye. So much for him steeling himself to make things a clean and quiet exit...he was almost sure they'd wake up the dead with all the racket they caused. The initial plan of leaving before his family knew he was gone crashed and burned magnificently in a mess of tears, wailing, good food, and near incoherent goodbyes, well wishes, and words of affection. The farmer may have left a little later and a lot more disheveled than he would like to admit, but he also left feeling more confident than ever and even more driven to succeed in his endeavor to the West. He felt like he could take on the world and actually win.</s> <\|message\|>Ransom Heath Burke The night that the letters were sent out, Ransom Burke remained in the cell that had been set aside for him following his testimony. Two weeks ago, he'd been arrested at his favorite local pub. Only now were the last remnants of his facial bruises beginning to fade. A week ago, he'd sold out the man he'd once considered to be something alone the lines of of best friend -- or, perhaps, brother. The plea deal was meant to give him his freedom, but this was nothing like freedom. With no semblance of witness protection in the city, he wouldn't last very long outside of these walls. Even outside of the city, he was certain he'd be tracked down and shot or slain or worse. Even this cell was becoming less safe with each day -- it was a matter of time before his other former associates took care of him to prevent him from ratting on them. And so the letter was something of a saving grace. Mail was typically delivered to inmates with no emphasis on timeliness, but the odd timing of the letter, coupled with the mailroom operator's own curiosity, eventually brought the letter to Ransom's cell some time after midnight. A knock on the bars startled him and broke him from his silent reflection. "Mail for you, Mr. Burke," the guard muttered, slipping the envelope through the bars and onto the floor of the cell. "Seems something important." "Thank you," Ransom rasped, his voice weighed down by disuse. He gave a quick cough to clear his throat as he opened the letter and lifted it to read. The guard hadn't made it far down the block before Ransom was up the against the bars of the cell. "You now! Go on, get that warden of yours!" Through a bit of shouting and waving the letter in the warden's face, Ransom found himself standing outside of the jail in the early morning as a guard was sent to fetch Pandora from the jail's stables. As the Gallimimus caught sight of Ransom, she cried out and pulled against her reins towards him. She squawked as the guard holding her tugged against her, and she quickly whipped around to snap at his fingers. In fright, the guard dropped her reins, and she darted forward, nearly knocking Ransom back as he secured his arms around her neck. Pandora plucked at his newly-washed hair as though to groom him as he stepped back and inspected her feathers in an equally affectionate manner. They'd done a piss-poor job taking care of her feathers, he noted, and he figured the first time they made camp, he would take care to groom her. Another guard had returned then with the belongings Ransom would take with him. A collection of guns and clothes and other personal effects had been gathered from the Burke household where his mother had held on to them after his arrest. Knowing she would convince him to stay, Ransom had sent a letter with the guard giving his best wishes to his mother and three sisters while detailing his plans to head out West. An empty promise at the end detailed how he would send for them when the time was right. In the mean time, Ransom situated his belongings and mounted up. He had a bit of a ride ahead of him to reach Talonwood for his departure. "Let's go, girl," he grumbled, pressing his heels against her flanks. The sun had begun to rise over the horizon now, and with it to their back, man and beast set off for the edge of civilization.</s>	<\|message\|>Sarah Wayne The young lady looked down into the stable stall, smiling as a mother Pectinodon cleaned her hatchlings up after breaking out of their eggs. Once dried off, they would each be a tiny, chirping fluffball wandering around the nest. Fluffballs with sharp teeth and claws, but adorable nonetheless. Their mother shot a nasty look at Sarah before baring her teeth. "Oh, you know me Cara," she said. She kept her tone low and soothing. "Been checking on you every other day since you laid that clutch. I'm not gonna hurt your babies." Sarah glanced at the nest. Out of twelve eggs, seven had hatched. The other five were either unfertilized, or the offspring within had died. It was sad, but it happened. She hopped down from the stool and headed out, where she was greeted by the dinosaur's owner, a man a little older than Sarah named William. Ran a hardware store in town. "How's she doin'?" "Well she laid that clutch a month ago, so right now, she's fine," Sarah said. "You have seven chicks out of twelve eggs, so I'd say if you want to sell them when they're the right age, you've got some work ahead of you to make sure they're trained properly. Mama's a bit protective right now, but I think she'll be more tolerant of you than me. Just make sure they're all getting the food and water they need. Remember: troodontids are omnivorous, so they need some leaves or fruit in their diet as well." William nodded. "How much do I owe you?" "Just send a Dryosaurus haunch my way," Sarah said. She waved over her shoulder as a large carnivore rose from where he was sitting, eyes glowing a golden yellow. She patted the dinosaur's snout. "Onca will appreciate it." She got up in the saddle, and headed back towards her home on the edge of town. It was a small property near a stream, with a small, single-room house, an outhouse, a storage shed, and a stable for Onca; however, the dinosaur didn't seem to like the stable, and preferred sleeping underneath the old oak tree unless it was time for acorns to drop. Sarah directed Onca towards the stable, where she took his saddle and reins off. She quietly sighed, stopping by her mailbox to see if there was anything. To Sarah's great surprise, there actually was. She blinked, surprised. It wasn't from the bank, or one of her clients. She'd have to read it in the morning. But for now, it was time for some rest.</s>
<\|description\|>Candice Rose Zahard Age: 82 Status: Regular Stats: Physique - Very High Endurance - High Shinsoo Resistance - Medium Shinsoo Aptitude - Low Position: Fisherman Special position: N/A Reason for climbing the tower: Freedom from obligation</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s>	<\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s>
<\|description\|>Nikola Age:122 Physical Age:18 Appearance: Height: 6'9" (206cm) Weight: 232 lbs. (105kg) Build: Toned Skin Color: Fair Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Facial Hair: Clean-shaven Manual Laterality: Left-handed Markings: Numerous combat scars around his body. Revealed Through Story Nikola is a prideful young man and a battle maniac like his grandfather, being obsessed with finding strong opponents. He frequently challenges people to fights in order to further his goal of being recognized by Baylord Doom among the canines. He can be extremely ruthless and violent during combat, due to him mainly relying on his baser instincts to fight rather than an actual combat style. Having been raised in an environment that encouraged strength and power, he developed a large belief in "might makes right." Driving him to hate people who are weak and inept, viewing them as trash. But likewise, he grows excited to meet many new people he deems worthy of fighting or anyone with the potential to be a strong fighter. Despite this, he can be very caring and sensitive, as he frequently follows his mother's tips and advice, in how he should treat his friends and allies. Making sure that he doesn't direct his more ruthless side towards them. Likes: Meat, Cute Things, Color Green, Tea, Friends Dislikes: Chocolate, Weakness, Color Yellow, Snow Quirks: Constantly paces around while thinking. Yells when fired up. Enjoys getting his ear scratched. Growling when disliking someone or threatened. Amplification Skill: Howl- A technique that uses a wave to maximize the effect on shinsoo. It sacrifices precision, but it significantly amplifies the amount of power of an attack. Regular or Irregular: Regular Physique: Medium Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: High Position: Wave Controller Special Position: ??? Reason for climbing the tower: To be recognized by Baylord Doom.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz woke up in a large dark room and stood up 'hmmm must be the first floor' he thought looking around. The silver dwarf only stood at four foot seven but while he could see crossroads as all of his kind he also had a anima talent which led him to get chosen by the tower. Looking around he finally saw Headon the floor guardian. Walking up to the dubbed "God" of the first floor Kaz planted his feet as Headon did his signature smirk. " Ready for your test? " the guardian asked Kaz. Kaz nodded and Headon smiled as a Barnacle Goblin appeared in a small box made of Shinsoo. " I sense some anima talent please control this shineuheh. " Kaz nodded and began to walk to the box. Walking to the box Kaz saw three paths he could take, one he could walk in the box and try to touch the Goblin and control it but that would fail. Two he could stand from outside the box and try using his anima talent but he saw that could fail too from the Shinsoo it's self. Nodding to himself as he went with the third path he stepped in the box of Shinsoo and punched the Goblin to knock it out. Once he did he placed a hand on it and closed his eyes suddenly the Goblin stood up as it awakened. " Walk around " he told the Goblin and it did. Headon smiled as Kaz walked out of the box of Shinsoo and nodded. " You passed the test welcome to the tower. ". Headon said as Kaz blacked out then woke up in a golden field. --- Aleck woke up to being surrounded by darkness . Everywhere he looked darkness " hmm" he hummed out. " I need some light" he whispered to himself and had his pocket turn to visible mode. He then stood up as he heard clapping and looked to see the floor administrator walking up to him with a shark like grin on his face and one eye looking out at him from the side of his head. " Impressive but sadly that is not your test" Headon said with clear amusement as he walked up to Aleck. " oh no no you need a test fit for a Khun" the rabbit said mockingly. A determined look came into Alecks eyes when he heard the way Headon said prince " Then give me one rabbit" Aleck said quietly but firmly as he looked at Headon. " gladly" Headon said as he spun his baton like staff. After a few quick hand motions a target appeared a ways away that was made entirely of thick ice. " you are a child of Khun let me see you throw a spear through that ice you have ten minutes starting now " Headon said smirking. " Ok rabbit I'll try" Aleck said frowning . That ice was thick he would have to have a large concentration of heat in a small space. Thinking about what he could do Aleck suddenly remembered how some of his family members could make a spear out of lighting too bad he couldn't do that but he did have a blue spear. "Well I should just be able to throw it through. be whispered to himself before walking a bit further away from the target. " Ok let's do this" he told himself and brought up his arms inventory and grabbed his spear , it was of medium length for throwing and up close combat Aleck then ran a few feet away from the ice block . Drawing his arm back Aleck took a few running steps then threw the spear with all his might . Soaring through the air the spear went through the middle of the ice with a crack the spear wobbled as it was stuck in the ice but had caused cracks and fractures around the middle. Smirking in surprise headon slowly clapped " Good job little Khun welcome to the tower" the floor administrator said as Aleck blacked out.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard Candice opened her eyes to darkness. An empty expanse stretched out above her to a high ceiling she couldn't see as she slowly came to her senses; a cold, stone floor beneath her back, dry and motionless air passing her lips with each breath, which was also the only sound she could hear. "The first floor." It was a statement, rather than a question. A reminder, as the last thing she saw before blackness overtook her vision came back to her; a white rabbit holding a golden staff with orbs at each end, appearing in the air above her home in order to take her away, to make her a chosen Regular. "Indeed it is. Welcome, Princess, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of meeting one of Zahard's chosen children." Turning her head, Candice could see the Guardian standing there, off to the side. He was partially hidden by the shadows, darkness falling over half of his figure to give him a mysterious and even sinister appearance. She pushed herself up to her feet and began to approach him, the closest thing Regular's like her had to a God, and stood before him. He was surprisingly short, as discounting the ears the top of his head barely came up to her chin, and bore no expression on his featureless face. "Can we skip the formalities? Just give me whatever test you have so I can get going." The slit at the side of Headon's head opened slightly, the gleaming pupil of one eye staring out at her in a way that made a chill run up her spine; it was not a gaze that held any amount of kindness. "So impatient? I get so many visitors, but so few of them are willing to stay and talk with me. I suppose there is nothing to be done." Headon walked passed her, Candice twisting away to avoid bumping shoulders with the Guardian and he paced to a random spot in the room, staff held behind his back, before he stopped and turned back to her. "Hmm. What kind of test should I give the Princess I wonder? A test of strength, of intelligence, of will? You surely hold all of these in abundance already, or else you wouldn't be here, would you?" I feel like he's mocking me. He probably is; what does a title like Princess mean to a "God" like him? "Give me what test you want; I'll pass, whatever it is." Again, that slit spread open, this time revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth in an approximation of a grin; albeit the kind if grin a predator gave a mouse before gobbling it up. "Very well." Headon pulled an arm out from behind his back and pointed his golden staff at empty air, a large, black ball appearing from nothing at the tip. "Break this ball and you pass." Candice eyed the thing suspiciously. "That's it?" She took a step forward when she received no answer. "Just pop this thing and I'm done?" Another few steps forward and she was standing directly in front of it. It was black, darker than any black she'd seen before, so dark she couldn't even see her reflection in it. "No time limits or other requirements? Just smash the damn thing?" The Guardian remained silent, saying and doing nothing as it waited to see what she would do. "Tsk, fine." Candice took a step back and raised her leg up, swinging her foot to the side in a semi-circle until it was above her head, before bringing it down like a hammer on top of the ball with all of the strength she could muster. The ball, in response, popped like a soap bubble as soon as she made contact with it, offering no resistance at all and leaving her feeling unbalanced as her heel slammed into the ground. The resulting crash was deafening in the empty expanse, continuing to echo for long, awkward seconds as Candice stood there, though there was not so much as a scratch on the floor itself. Once the sounds had all died down the Guardian finally moved, raising an empty hand and holding it palm up. "Congratulations, you passed!" Candice turned to the Guardian, anger and indignation warring with her better judgement as she directed her rage at the being of ultimate power before her. "Is this some kind of joke? Are you giving me an easy time because I'm a Princess?" "Of course not Princess." Headon spread his hands wide, holding his staff out to one side and an open hand with splayed fingers on the other, arms out as to encompass everything in the room. "When a Regular appears before me, whether they are the lowest of the low, an heir of the Ten Great Families or even a Princess, I just prepare a test that is equivalent to the value of their wish. That is the fate of the Tower Administrator." "Tsk." Damn Rabbit. So you're saying my dream is only worth this much? It's only worth as much as a soap bubble? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's just my selfish little wish after all. One more selfish wish to go with all the other selfish wishes in the world. "Whatever. I passed so send me up. I'm done here." Headon gave no other reaction after that, but Candice felt like he was smirking at her nonetheless as he sent her up.</s>	<\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s>
<\|description\|>Nikola Age:122 Physical Age:18 Appearance: Height: 6'9" (206cm) Weight: 232 lbs. (105kg) Build: Toned Skin Color: Fair Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Facial Hair: Clean-shaven Manual Laterality: Left-handed Markings: Numerous combat scars around his body. Revealed Through Story Nikola is a prideful young man and a battle maniac like his grandfather, being obsessed with finding strong opponents. He frequently challenges people to fights in order to further his goal of being recognized by Baylord Doom among the canines. He can be extremely ruthless and violent during combat, due to him mainly relying on his baser instincts to fight rather than an actual combat style. Having been raised in an environment that encouraged strength and power, he developed a large belief in "might makes right." Driving him to hate people who are weak and inept, viewing them as trash. But likewise, he grows excited to meet many new people he deems worthy of fighting or anyone with the potential to be a strong fighter. Despite this, he can be very caring and sensitive, as he frequently follows his mother's tips and advice, in how he should treat his friends and allies. Making sure that he doesn't direct his more ruthless side towards them. Likes: Meat, Cute Things, Color Green, Tea, Friends Dislikes: Chocolate, Weakness, Color Yellow, Snow Quirks: Constantly paces around while thinking. Yells when fired up. Enjoys getting his ear scratched. Growling when disliking someone or threatened. Amplification Skill: Howl- A technique that uses a wave to maximize the effect on shinsoo. It sacrifices precision, but it significantly amplifies the amount of power of an attack. Regular or Irregular: Regular Physique: Medium Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: High Position: Wave Controller Special Position: ??? Reason for climbing the tower: To be recognized by Baylord Doom.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s>	<\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Age: 20 Regular Position: Spear Bearer Special Position: Dansulsa Physique: Very High Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: Low Reason for climbing the tower: Individual fame NOTE: The broadsword shown is her weapon of choice, but she usually carries a spear.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard Candice opened her eyes to darkness. An empty expanse stretched out above her to a high ceiling she couldn't see as she slowly came to her senses; a cold, stone floor beneath her back, dry and motionless air passing her lips with each breath, which was also the only sound she could hear. "The first floor." It was a statement, rather than a question. A reminder, as the last thing she saw before blackness overtook her vision came back to her; a white rabbit holding a golden staff with orbs at each end, appearing in the air above her home in order to take her away, to make her a chosen Regular. "Indeed it is. Welcome, Princess, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of meeting one of Zahard's chosen children." Turning her head, Candice could see the Guardian standing there, off to the side. He was partially hidden by the shadows, darkness falling over half of his figure to give him a mysterious and even sinister appearance. She pushed herself up to her feet and began to approach him, the closest thing Regular's like her had to a God, and stood before him. He was surprisingly short, as discounting the ears the top of his head barely came up to her chin, and bore no expression on his featureless face. "Can we skip the formalities? Just give me whatever test you have so I can get going." The slit at the side of Headon's head opened slightly, the gleaming pupil of one eye staring out at her in a way that made a chill run up her spine; it was not a gaze that held any amount of kindness. "So impatient? I get so many visitors, but so few of them are willing to stay and talk with me. I suppose there is nothing to be done." Headon walked passed her, Candice twisting away to avoid bumping shoulders with the Guardian and he paced to a random spot in the room, staff held behind his back, before he stopped and turned back to her. "Hmm. What kind of test should I give the Princess I wonder? A test of strength, of intelligence, of will? You surely hold all of these in abundance already, or else you wouldn't be here, would you?" I feel like he's mocking me. He probably is; what does a title like Princess mean to a "God" like him? "Give me what test you want; I'll pass, whatever it is." Again, that slit spread open, this time revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth in an approximation of a grin; albeit the kind if grin a predator gave a mouse before gobbling it up. "Very well." Headon pulled an arm out from behind his back and pointed his golden staff at empty air, a large, black ball appearing from nothing at the tip. "Break this ball and you pass." Candice eyed the thing suspiciously. "That's it?" She took a step forward when she received no answer. "Just pop this thing and I'm done?" Another few steps forward and she was standing directly in front of it. It was black, darker than any black she'd seen before, so dark she couldn't even see her reflection in it. "No time limits or other requirements? Just smash the damn thing?" The Guardian remained silent, saying and doing nothing as it waited to see what she would do. "Tsk, fine." Candice took a step back and raised her leg up, swinging her foot to the side in a semi-circle until it was above her head, before bringing it down like a hammer on top of the ball with all of the strength she could muster. The ball, in response, popped like a soap bubble as soon as she made contact with it, offering no resistance at all and leaving her feeling unbalanced as her heel slammed into the ground. The resulting crash was deafening in the empty expanse, continuing to echo for long, awkward seconds as Candice stood there, though there was not so much as a scratch on the floor itself. Once the sounds had all died down the Guardian finally moved, raising an empty hand and holding it palm up. "Congratulations, you passed!" Candice turned to the Guardian, anger and indignation warring with her better judgement as she directed her rage at the being of ultimate power before her. "Is this some kind of joke? Are you giving me an easy time because I'm a Princess?" "Of course not Princess." Headon spread his hands wide, holding his staff out to one side and an open hand with splayed fingers on the other, arms out as to encompass everything in the room. "When a Regular appears before me, whether they are the lowest of the low, an heir of the Ten Great Families or even a Princess, I just prepare a test that is equivalent to the value of their wish. That is the fate of the Tower Administrator." "Tsk." Damn Rabbit. So you're saying my dream is only worth this much? It's only worth as much as a soap bubble? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's just my selfish little wish after all. One more selfish wish to go with all the other selfish wishes in the world. "Whatever. I passed so send me up. I'm done here." Headon gave no other reaction after that, but Candice felt like he was smirking at her nonetheless as he sent her up.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi RACHELI Rachel woke up to find herself sprawled on a cold surface which appearance was slightly odd, she stood up for a moment she was blinded by a golden light. Then the ight ceased and faded revealing a touch lit room, before her stood a tall guardian who seemingly looked nice but have off creepy vibes. Rachel bowed before the guardian politely, and looked directly towards the guardian. The guardian took a small bow, and looked down at rachel. "Welcome, you shall take a test dear."He said in a soft tone. " What test will I take? "Rachel asked. " Blow out the touches using your weapon, it must be one stroke. "He told her. " I'll complete this task sir. "Rachel relpied. " I wish you the best of luck dear. "He said smiling. Rachel took her weapon and slowly started to run in a circle slowly and began going fastef. As she ran faster she cut the touch tips with fire down to size as the flames flickered. Finally all the flames blew out and complete darkness surrounded her and she has an eerie feeling. " Well done! You have completed your test! "The guardians voice echoed. Light returned to the room and she could see the guardian now closely in front of her smiling. He held the hands of Rachel and placed her in her hands standing up. " You have passed, I hope you earn what your looking for dear please come back when you can. "The guardian smiled knowing that isn't possible. Rachel hugged his thumb and was sent up to the next level, first she waved goodbye to the guardian and looked up.</s>	<\|message\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Jae opens her eyes to find herself staring into an endless black chasm of a ceiling. Her ears twitch, reaching for any semblance of a sound as she finds herself instinctually taking in every detail of her surroundings. She stands from the cool, smooth surface, her spear twirling between her fingers. "The first floor. Where did he-?" Her voice is soft, almost a whisper as if she didn't want to break the silence that had enveloped the space. That is until her ears twitch in warning, and she spins and crouches into a battle-ready stance, to come face to face with the rabbit-like Guardian. "Ah, hello. It's been quite a while since I've seen a canine lord such as yourself, Gyeong-Hui Kang." The slit on Headon's face (if you could even call it that) spreads into a menacing grin, similar to that of a predator gauging how much fun it could have while torturing its prey. Jae might have shuddered, had she not been accustomed to his type. "My name is Jae. What's my test?" Jae relaxes, but only slightly, not trusting the Guardian. She shifts her weight to her back leg, casually holding her spear. "Quite the impatient one, aren't you?" Jae makes a soft growling sound. He better not be making fun of me. Headon's slit of teeth widens. "Alright, alright. Well, all you have to do is hit this target." A target of condensed Shinsoo forms and Jae squints slightly, considering what her plan of action could be. There's no way that a cube was her only test; there had to be a catch. And there is. As soon as Jae steps forward, the cube moves away from her. After making a small irritated noise in the back of her throat, Jae closes her eyes and listens to the Shinsoo move. After anticipating its movements, she throws her spear into its center, and the cube explodes. She huffs in annoyance. "That's all?" Headon shrugs, and the slit that was his mouth now stares at her. "You passed. Goodbye!" "Do you mean to tell me-?" Jae's slight indignation was cut off as she was sent up.</s>
<\|description\|>Runa Fulmen Age: 23 Appearance: Regular or irregular: Irregular Position: Scout Special position: Jeonsula Reason for climbing the tower: To learn the Secrets of the Tower, and bring them home. Physique: High Endurance: Medium Resistance: Very High Aptitude: Medium NOTE: She looks like a Red Witch, but she specifically is not one.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi RACHELI Rachel woke up to find herself sprawled on a cold surface which appearance was slightly odd, she stood up for a moment she was blinded by a golden light. Then the ight ceased and faded revealing a touch lit room, before her stood a tall guardian who seemingly looked nice but have off creepy vibes. Rachel bowed before the guardian politely, and looked directly towards the guardian. The guardian took a small bow, and looked down at rachel. "Welcome, you shall take a test dear."He said in a soft tone. " What test will I take? "Rachel asked. " Blow out the touches using your weapon, it must be one stroke. "He told her. " I'll complete this task sir. "Rachel relpied. " I wish you the best of luck dear. "He said smiling. Rachel took her weapon and slowly started to run in a circle slowly and began going fastef. As she ran faster she cut the touch tips with fire down to size as the flames flickered. Finally all the flames blew out and complete darkness surrounded her and she has an eerie feeling. " Well done! You have completed your test! "The guardians voice echoed. Light returned to the room and she could see the guardian now closely in front of her smiling. He held the hands of Rachel and placed her in her hands standing up. " You have passed, I hope you earn what your looking for dear please come back when you can. "The guardian smiled knowing that isn't possible. Rachel hugged his thumb and was sent up to the next level, first she waved goodbye to the guardian and looked up.</s> <\|message\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Jae opens her eyes to find herself staring into an endless black chasm of a ceiling. Her ears twitch, reaching for any semblance of a sound as she finds herself instinctually taking in every detail of her surroundings. She stands from the cool, smooth surface, her spear twirling between her fingers. "The first floor. Where did he-?" Her voice is soft, almost a whisper as if she didn't want to break the silence that had enveloped the space. That is until her ears twitch in warning, and she spins and crouches into a battle-ready stance, to come face to face with the rabbit-like Guardian. "Ah, hello. It's been quite a while since I've seen a canine lord such as yourself, Gyeong-Hui Kang." The slit on Headon's face (if you could even call it that) spreads into a menacing grin, similar to that of a predator gauging how much fun it could have while torturing its prey. Jae might have shuddered, had she not been accustomed to his type. "My name is Jae. What's my test?" Jae relaxes, but only slightly, not trusting the Guardian. She shifts her weight to her back leg, casually holding her spear. "Quite the impatient one, aren't you?" Jae makes a soft growling sound. He better not be making fun of me. Headon's slit of teeth widens. "Alright, alright. Well, all you have to do is hit this target." A target of condensed Shinsoo forms and Jae squints slightly, considering what her plan of action could be. There's no way that a cube was her only test; there had to be a catch. And there is. As soon as Jae steps forward, the cube moves away from her. After making a small irritated noise in the back of her throat, Jae closes her eyes and listens to the Shinsoo move. After anticipating its movements, she throws her spear into its center, and the cube explodes. She huffs in annoyance. "That's all?" Headon shrugs, and the slit that was his mouth now stares at her. "You passed. Goodbye!" "Do you mean to tell me-?" Jae's slight indignation was cut off as she was sent up.</s>	<\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Runa20 Years Earlier, Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements Outer Boundary "Mommy, what's that giant tower on the horizon?" A younger Runa asked, turning to her mother and pointing at the Tower, a look of childish curiosity on her face. Turning to look at her young child, Runas mother got a distant look in her eyes. "That is a place nobody returns from, young one. A cursed place, full of blood and death. Do not think of it again, there is nothing good there." After this brief exchange, Runa and her mother continued along a dirt path towards a shaded village and Runa, ever a curious child, swore to herself that she would visit the mysterious tower one day, although the village elders hoped she would forget her dreams as she grew. --- 1 Week Before Present Day Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements "Yes mother, I'm sure I'm going. I have to find out what is truly within that tower! You said it yourself, nobody in the village has even been near the thing in ages!!!" Runa said, almost shouting with frustration at her mother's worried attitude as she packed a bag with all she thought she would need, throwing it together in a chaotic mess of food, clothes and other supplies. "Runa, the ancient stories tell of only death coming from that tower. If you go inside, you might never come back!" Runas mother replied, almost whining and shaking with worry as she paced around her daughters' room. After a few minutes of this, and other similar exchanges, and ancient old man knocks briefly at Runas door before sticking his head inside. "Ah, so the rumor is true, my young student. You are leaving soon, as you so often mentioned when you were younger. It is a shame to see my most talented student go, but if that is the path your heart is set upon, let the blessings of the 5 elements follow you wherever your travels might lead. And do not forget to nurture the lightning within you, and never let your spark die." "Master! I'm sorry, I was going to come and say goodbye before I left... Thank you for all of your knowledge and assistance all these years! I hope to return here after discovering all there is to know about the tower. I have to know what secrets it holds, and why the ancient stories tell of nothing but death and flight for our people there. I need to know how true the ancient ballads and stories actually are." Runa snaps to a still, standing position for the first time since she started packing, and gives a formal, polite bow to the elderly man, before resuming her halted task. "Perhaps, though, you could share one last meal with the village before you leave, to give all of us something to remember you by, and to give you something to remember all of us by. The blood of the five elements should not go alone, even if it is only company in spirit." the elder said, with a respectful nod towards Runa and her mother in turn. "Yes... that would be lovely, and it would give your father and I another joyous memory with you, seeing you off like that." Runas mother left it unsaid, but all three knew that the village did not expect Runa to return. That night, the village had a massive feast, with almost everyone in attendance, that went on throughout the night. In the morning, seen off by her family and a few close friends, Runa left her family and village behind, possibly forever. --- Present Day Tower Doors, 1st Floor After a fairly uneventful week of travel, Runa arrived at a large, ornately carved set of wood double doors, the end of this leg of her journey. She resettled her pack and walked up to the doors. She reached up and pushed hard on both doors, expecting them to be locked, or at least heavy, and stumbled forwards across the threshold and falling onto her face. The doors turned out to not only be unlocked, but extraordinarily light given their size. As she was picking herself up off the floor, she froze, seeing a strange creature with an oddly pointed face staring at her as it sat, one leg over the other at a tea table, a delicate porcelain cup raised halfway to its mouth, and what could only be described as a look of perturbation and surprise on its strange face. Both parties kept still, frozen in that tableau for a few seconds before the creature set its cup down with great ire and stood, offering Runa a hand up and introducing itself. "Welcome to the Tower. I am Headon, the Administrator of the First Floor. If you wish to climb the tower, you must first pass a test equivalent to the value of your wish. Tell me, why do you seek to climb the tower, irregular?" "Wait... This is the tower? I just... got in? And you, Headon, what do you mean about wishes and tests? All I want is knowledge. I need to know about this tower and its history." "Then your wish is knowledge, of course, and to gain that knowledge, you must pass the test on each floor, until you get to the top, where any wish can come true. Now, to come up with a suitable test... Ah, I know! If you can shatter this cube within five minutes, you will pass my test, and can move on to the next floor." Headon gestures with his staff, causing a cube of solid, translucent blue material, half a meter to a side, to materialize nearby, hovering at about chest height for an average human. With a very If I have too shrug and roll of her eyes, Runa takes off her backpack, and surveys the cube. As she starts walking around, however, she quickly recognizes the feeling of the lightning pulsing in her veins, but it seems to be coming from her skin, and the stuff around it, the energy pouring into her body like it never had before. Filing this information away for later examination, Runa took her stance in front of the cube, centered her breathing, and struck. As her fist struck the cube, a blaze of electric power blasted out from her fist, shattering the cube and filling the room with the echoes of a thunderclap. Runa stared at her fist afterwards, momentarily stunned, muttering "I... I can do that?" "Ah, just as I suspected. Congratulations, irregular Runa, you passed the test. Good luck climbing the Tower." Headon said with a foreboding chuckle, as he waved his hand, transporting Runa, and her backpack, up to the second floor.</s>
<\|description\|>Runa Fulmen Age: 23 Appearance: Regular or irregular: Irregular Position: Scout Special position: Jeonsula Reason for climbing the tower: To learn the Secrets of the Tower, and bring them home. Physique: High Endurance: Medium Resistance: Very High Aptitude: Medium NOTE: She looks like a Red Witch, but she specifically is not one.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang Ha-nul jogged through the fields, back bent forwards a bit, so he blended more easily within the wheat. He had seen some people killed from afar, and though he'd already checked the possible snipers' positions, he didn't want to get careless. Just as well that he did not; he heard a swoosh and saw death coming at him in a horizontal direction. Rang ducked, concentrated on the Shinsoo within him, and manipulated it in the familiar Body Reinforcement technique. He felt a zing in his head, and a responding hum from his muscles. Ha-nul could now process information quicker, more efficiently, and also react more promptly. His opponent, a hulking male in leather armour was already rising his weapon – a spear with a long thin blade at its tip; an odd choice that he hadn't thrown it – but Ha-nul was already closing in. The ruffian redirected his attack course with ease, Rang jumped over…his opponent grinned toothily, attacking from below, but the slim youth was already aiming with the hook– And the black curved weapon was plunged into the muscle-head, ripping through the neck. Ha-nul sailed past the enemy, his jump losing power, and descended into a forward roll. There was a loud thud behind him, and Rang turned to watch the unknown Regular as he gurgled to death. He released the hold on his Shinsoo control, and panted, a minor headache forming. His body trembled very lightly, but he clenching his weapon to stop it. He had killed before, and would have to do so again. This was the simple nature of survival. He couldn't deny the sheer rush of adrenaline at the action was pleasant, either, though he didn't take joy in the killing part itself. However, Ha-nul knew very well that hesitation would just doom him, and he couldn't afford that. So, without another look back, Rang proceeded. He took a look at the Pocket, and was surprised how swiftly the numbers of Regulars had plummeted. I did a good job surviving this far. Less and less should be targeting me, now. Still, Ha-nul remained on the lookout as he traversed the terrain. Not long after, he came upon a grisly scene – a group of people slaughtered. A group? Why were they working together? And why? Were they against someone who'd teamed up too? A careful inspection of the scene denied that possibility. The wounds on the corpses were all physical, and not too disparate. More importantly, there was only one set of bloody footprints leaving the scene. "Whew," he whistled, half-admiring, half-horrified. There weren't many individuals who were capable of such a thing. But these folks had made a mistake whenever they had targeted whoever they had; even numbers hadn't helped them. He kind of wanted to see who they had been so eager – or desperate – to kill. Oh, Ha-nul, no, no, no, don't let the curiosity get to you, you know what happens when you do… Even as his internal monologue warned him against such an action, Rang moved to follow the trail slowly. He froze after advancing only three or so meters, a sudden thought striking him. Wait, shit, what if whoever it is thinks I'm trying to ambush them? I gotta make them know I mean no harm somehow… Ha-nul pondered on a solution for a moment, then decided to announce his presence. It was a risky act, but he thought it has less chance of backfiring than just sneakily following the mysterious powerhouse. "Hey, competent slayer person?" he shouted the question as he let the tracks lead him once again. His gaze flicked left and right. Being loud like this was bound to attract any nearby others, which would be decidedly bad. "Want to team up?" he shouted. There, this would give anyone at least a moment's pause, right? "If you're looking for apprentices, I'd like to be yours!" he proclaimed. Though his black hook was sheathed at his side, Ha-nul kept one hand on it. No matter who he was facing, he wouldn't just roll over and die for them. Though he did hope he didn't have to fight…that…person. Ha-nul halted as he finally caught sight of the likely perpetrator. They were ominously familiar. Of course, it's a Princess. Fuck my life. Don't they just kill any commoners in sight willy-nilly. Dammit, Ha-nul, why'd you have to follow… The tense Rang peered at the redhead, unconsciously taking a step backwards as he kept his eyes on her. He knew instinctively that he shouldn't turn his back on someone so dangerous, nor let them out of his field of vision.</s>	<\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Why can I see the open sky if I'm inside the Tower? Runa stood where she had appeared, her backpack hanging off one shoulder as she thought about this conundrum, when a small device appeared and gave a brief announcement that could be clearly heard throughout the arena. "All contestants, welcome to the second floor Evankhells hell! The first test will begin right now. There are four hundred people on this floor, thin it to two hundred." Thin it to two hundred? Do they want us to kill each other until there're only two hundred people left? A moment later, she heard rustling in the grasses, as two people, twins by the look of them, came into view about five meters away. One wielded a wand, the other a long needle, of the type commonly seen in the tower. Master always said that the one who strikes first is the one who laughs last. With that thought, Runa charged the pair of fighters. The wand-wielding twin shot a bolt of shinsu at her as she charged, which hit her in the chest, leaving nothing but a handful of red sparks. These sparks crackled down Runas arm and surrounded her fist as she zipped past the swordsman and slammed it into the wand-wielders face, blasting him back as the built up sparks explode outwards from Runas fist. The man lay limply where he fell, his face smoking slightly. As she rounded on the swordsman, who had turned to face her, she saw, then felt, a massive wave of shinsoo break over her as she raised her arms to protect her face and chest, red sparks gathering on her arms and throughout her hair and crackling in her eyes, the hum of energy filling her ears as she looked around and saw bodies all around her, and a very tall man shouting and... waving at her? Runa wanted to get a closer look at the man, and jogged towards him, the lightning increasing her speed somewhat. Once she reached the man she gave him an annoyed look, hands on her hips as she looked up at the very tall man. "What do you mean taking out the trash? They may not have been very good at fighting, but they're still people."</s>
<\|description\|>Ha-nul Rang Age: 137 (appears to be in his early 20s) Appearance: Regular or irregular: Regular --- --- Stats Physique: High Endurance: Medium Shinsoo resistance: High Shinsoo aptitude: Low --- --- Position: Scout Special position: Dansula Reason for climbing the tower: Become officially adopted by the Hendo Lok family, which was offered to Ha-nul in exchange for him completing certain tests, challenges, and becoming a Ranker. Weapon of choice: A black hook. It would be about 2 meters long if it were unfolded, but its actual reach is cca. 1.30 meters.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Runa20 Years Earlier, Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements Outer Boundary "Mommy, what's that giant tower on the horizon?" A younger Runa asked, turning to her mother and pointing at the Tower, a look of childish curiosity on her face. Turning to look at her young child, Runas mother got a distant look in her eyes. "That is a place nobody returns from, young one. A cursed place, full of blood and death. Do not think of it again, there is nothing good there." After this brief exchange, Runa and her mother continued along a dirt path towards a shaded village and Runa, ever a curious child, swore to herself that she would visit the mysterious tower one day, although the village elders hoped she would forget her dreams as she grew. --- 1 Week Before Present Day Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements "Yes mother, I'm sure I'm going. I have to find out what is truly within that tower! You said it yourself, nobody in the village has even been near the thing in ages!!!" Runa said, almost shouting with frustration at her mother's worried attitude as she packed a bag with all she thought she would need, throwing it together in a chaotic mess of food, clothes and other supplies. "Runa, the ancient stories tell of only death coming from that tower. If you go inside, you might never come back!" Runas mother replied, almost whining and shaking with worry as she paced around her daughters' room. After a few minutes of this, and other similar exchanges, and ancient old man knocks briefly at Runas door before sticking his head inside. "Ah, so the rumor is true, my young student. You are leaving soon, as you so often mentioned when you were younger. It is a shame to see my most talented student go, but if that is the path your heart is set upon, let the blessings of the 5 elements follow you wherever your travels might lead. And do not forget to nurture the lightning within you, and never let your spark die." "Master! I'm sorry, I was going to come and say goodbye before I left... Thank you for all of your knowledge and assistance all these years! I hope to return here after discovering all there is to know about the tower. I have to know what secrets it holds, and why the ancient stories tell of nothing but death and flight for our people there. I need to know how true the ancient ballads and stories actually are." Runa snaps to a still, standing position for the first time since she started packing, and gives a formal, polite bow to the elderly man, before resuming her halted task. "Perhaps, though, you could share one last meal with the village before you leave, to give all of us something to remember you by, and to give you something to remember all of us by. The blood of the five elements should not go alone, even if it is only company in spirit." the elder said, with a respectful nod towards Runa and her mother in turn. "Yes... that would be lovely, and it would give your father and I another joyous memory with you, seeing you off like that." Runas mother left it unsaid, but all three knew that the village did not expect Runa to return. That night, the village had a massive feast, with almost everyone in attendance, that went on throughout the night. In the morning, seen off by her family and a few close friends, Runa left her family and village behind, possibly forever. --- Present Day Tower Doors, 1st Floor After a fairly uneventful week of travel, Runa arrived at a large, ornately carved set of wood double doors, the end of this leg of her journey. She resettled her pack and walked up to the doors. She reached up and pushed hard on both doors, expecting them to be locked, or at least heavy, and stumbled forwards across the threshold and falling onto her face. The doors turned out to not only be unlocked, but extraordinarily light given their size. As she was picking herself up off the floor, she froze, seeing a strange creature with an oddly pointed face staring at her as it sat, one leg over the other at a tea table, a delicate porcelain cup raised halfway to its mouth, and what could only be described as a look of perturbation and surprise on its strange face. Both parties kept still, frozen in that tableau for a few seconds before the creature set its cup down with great ire and stood, offering Runa a hand up and introducing itself. "Welcome to the Tower. I am Headon, the Administrator of the First Floor. If you wish to climb the tower, you must first pass a test equivalent to the value of your wish. Tell me, why do you seek to climb the tower, irregular?" "Wait... This is the tower? I just... got in? And you, Headon, what do you mean about wishes and tests? All I want is knowledge. I need to know about this tower and its history." "Then your wish is knowledge, of course, and to gain that knowledge, you must pass the test on each floor, until you get to the top, where any wish can come true. Now, to come up with a suitable test... Ah, I know! If you can shatter this cube within five minutes, you will pass my test, and can move on to the next floor." Headon gestures with his staff, causing a cube of solid, translucent blue material, half a meter to a side, to materialize nearby, hovering at about chest height for an average human. With a very If I have too shrug and roll of her eyes, Runa takes off her backpack, and surveys the cube. As she starts walking around, however, she quickly recognizes the feeling of the lightning pulsing in her veins, but it seems to be coming from her skin, and the stuff around it, the energy pouring into her body like it never had before. Filing this information away for later examination, Runa took her stance in front of the cube, centered her breathing, and struck. As her fist struck the cube, a blaze of electric power blasted out from her fist, shattering the cube and filling the room with the echoes of a thunderclap. Runa stared at her fist afterwards, momentarily stunned, muttering "I... I can do that?" "Ah, just as I suspected. Congratulations, irregular Runa, you passed the test. Good luck climbing the Tower." Headon said with a foreboding chuckle, as he waved his hand, transporting Runa, and her backpack, up to the second floor.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s>	<\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s>
<\|description\|>Ha-nul Rang Age: 137 (appears to be in his early 20s) Appearance: Regular or irregular: Regular --- --- Stats Physique: High Endurance: Medium Shinsoo resistance: High Shinsoo aptitude: Low --- --- Position: Scout Special position: Dansula Reason for climbing the tower: Become officially adopted by the Hendo Lok family, which was offered to Ha-nul in exchange for him completing certain tests, challenges, and becoming a Ranker. Weapon of choice: A black hook. It would be about 2 meters long if it were unfolded, but its actual reach is cca. 1.30 meters.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s>	<\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang Ha-nul jogged through the fields, back bent forwards a bit, so he blended more easily within the wheat. He had seen some people killed from afar, and though he'd already checked the possible snipers' positions, he didn't want to get careless. Just as well that he did not; he heard a swoosh and saw death coming at him in a horizontal direction. Rang ducked, concentrated on the Shinsoo within him, and manipulated it in the familiar Body Reinforcement technique. He felt a zing in his head, and a responding hum from his muscles. Ha-nul could now process information quicker, more efficiently, and also react more promptly. His opponent, a hulking male in leather armour was already rising his weapon – a spear with a long thin blade at its tip; an odd choice that he hadn't thrown it – but Ha-nul was already closing in. The ruffian redirected his attack course with ease, Rang jumped over…his opponent grinned toothily, attacking from below, but the slim youth was already aiming with the hook– And the black curved weapon was plunged into the muscle-head, ripping through the neck. Ha-nul sailed past the enemy, his jump losing power, and descended into a forward roll. There was a loud thud behind him, and Rang turned to watch the unknown Regular as he gurgled to death. He released the hold on his Shinsoo control, and panted, a minor headache forming. His body trembled very lightly, but he clenching his weapon to stop it. He had killed before, and would have to do so again. This was the simple nature of survival. He couldn't deny the sheer rush of adrenaline at the action was pleasant, either, though he didn't take joy in the killing part itself. However, Ha-nul knew very well that hesitation would just doom him, and he couldn't afford that. So, without another look back, Rang proceeded. He took a look at the Pocket, and was surprised how swiftly the numbers of Regulars had plummeted. I did a good job surviving this far. Less and less should be targeting me, now. Still, Ha-nul remained on the lookout as he traversed the terrain. Not long after, he came upon a grisly scene – a group of people slaughtered. A group? Why were they working together? And why? Were they against someone who'd teamed up too? A careful inspection of the scene denied that possibility. The wounds on the corpses were all physical, and not too disparate. More importantly, there was only one set of bloody footprints leaving the scene. "Whew," he whistled, half-admiring, half-horrified. There weren't many individuals who were capable of such a thing. But these folks had made a mistake whenever they had targeted whoever they had; even numbers hadn't helped them. He kind of wanted to see who they had been so eager – or desperate – to kill. Oh, Ha-nul, no, no, no, don't let the curiosity get to you, you know what happens when you do… Even as his internal monologue warned him against such an action, Rang moved to follow the trail slowly. He froze after advancing only three or so meters, a sudden thought striking him. Wait, shit, what if whoever it is thinks I'm trying to ambush them? I gotta make them know I mean no harm somehow… Ha-nul pondered on a solution for a moment, then decided to announce his presence. It was a risky act, but he thought it has less chance of backfiring than just sneakily following the mysterious powerhouse. "Hey, competent slayer person?" he shouted the question as he let the tracks lead him once again. His gaze flicked left and right. Being loud like this was bound to attract any nearby others, which would be decidedly bad. "Want to team up?" he shouted. There, this would give anyone at least a moment's pause, right? "If you're looking for apprentices, I'd like to be yours!" he proclaimed. Though his black hook was sheathed at his side, Ha-nul kept one hand on it. No matter who he was facing, he wouldn't just roll over and die for them. Though he did hope he didn't have to fight…that…person. Ha-nul halted as he finally caught sight of the likely perpetrator. They were ominously familiar. Of course, it's a Princess. Fuck my life. Don't they just kill any commoners in sight willy-nilly. Dammit, Ha-nul, why'd you have to follow… The tense Rang peered at the redhead, unconsciously taking a step backwards as he kept his eyes on her. He knew instinctively that he shouldn't turn his back on someone so dangerous, nor let them out of his field of vision.</s>
<\|description\|>Tamers Digimon</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s> <\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) An earthquake. God King Gilgamesh closed his eyes. It had been a literal lifetime ago since the incident. Out here in the open plains of the Digital World, earthquakes were less dangerous since there was no risk of anything falling on you, and being a four-legged creature, Gil wasn't going to lose his footing and crack his head open no matter how intense the shaking. So unless the earth split open directly beneath him, he was relatively safe. But inside a building, where tremendous weight could collapse on you, that was where the real danger lay. Gil reminisced about the moment of his death. Gil had found himself in a building in a strange new world. He had been quietly exploring his new environs when he found a child sleeping. However, another, larger digimon had materialized outside and went on a rampage. The violence and destruction it wrought not only woke the child, but caused the building to lose structural integrity and collapse. Gil remembered bracing his armored back to the falling rubble and preventing the child from coming to harm, but they were buried, and keeping the rubble from crushing the child had prevented Gil from doing anything else. The child was understandably frightened, and with no other recourse, All Gil could do was reassure the child. Yes, that was when he chose his name, formed of a random, stray piece of data that happened to be part of Gil's digital essence. He had to exude strength and courage, even if he was lying, even if he was in pain. Gil had introduced himself as "God King Gilgamesh", omnipotent and invincible, conqueror of nations. For hours, Gil regaled the child with made up stories of his heroic and awe-inspiring deeds, but always reminding the child that the most noble of deeds was helping those in trouble. Gil wasn't sure how long his digital body would last, as his strength was slowly sapping away and he could feel his final hour approaching. But his worries had been washed away as the sound of digging and rays of light began seep through the rubble. The last thing Gil saw was the looked of overjoyed relief on the child's face as rescue workers pulled him from the remains of his collapsed home. Closing his eyes, Gil felt his body dissipate into bits of data and return to the Digital World to be reborn. Gil opened his eyes as the rumbling dissipated and the swirling, churning sensation of vertigo in his stomach had subsided. Since then, he had spent his time training, until he had achieved his Armadimon form again. But he needed to be stronger. Last time, all he could do was delay harm, he hadn't been strong enough to rescue the child by his own power. And with all the chaos happening in the Digital World, it was time to step up and do something about it. But as Gil opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different place entirely. Apparently the vertigo had been from teleportation and not merely from the earth shaking beneath his feet. Here he was surrounded by shelves of books and several digimon. Several beings appeared through a portal, confused and disoriented; humans. From the looks of things, the humans seemed to be 'reuniting' with the digimon, which was a relief since that at least meant that the humans had some comfort despite their strange situation. Deciding to take the lead, Gil called out, "Worry not! We find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. I do not know what is happening, but I'm sure if we work together, we'll find a solution." Gil put on a smug smile in the hopes that confidence, albeit false, will reassure everyone present.</s> <\|message\|>Ogata, Taji Its alright, its ok, its alright, its ok! A mantra of sorts. An often repeated line that played endlessly in Taijis mind when life became stressful, words became too loud, thoughts became too red, when things in life became just that much heavier. It was a perpetuated state of mind spoken in a voice far removed from his own that had stayed in their mind since childhood. The event itself was so far removed it had honestly ceased to make sense, the therapy had clouded everything but the relief of rescue even now, but that voice remained. Every time that voice spoke the words it reminded Taiji that it HAD happened. It was real. They were real and they were out there telling him it was going to be ok. It was because things had turned out ok that they had become the safety blanket to Taijis mind. So it was today, trapped in the detention room. Despite his isolation at the school grounds it never truly stopped a dedicated bully from giving him trouble when the need to use a washroom became required. The calm words had stopped hands from connecting but not words from being shouted. Short tempered, Taiji had blown up relatively quickly as the usual problem called him names in the hallway and had caused a scene to the classes in session. "This sucks.." Looking up from his notebook, something was different. Very different. The calm just before a storm to Taijis reckoning. Another panic attack? But why! His heart was racing a single instant before the earthquake hit and he was thrown from his desk to the floor, all but throwing themselves down while the very building was tossed and crumbling. Crumbling. CRUMBLING. THE WALLS WERE GOING TO CRUMBLE! Taijis greatest fear was this exact moment, to relive the helplessness of being crushed by concrete. When the walls began to shimmer and what looked like an escape had come, Taiji didn't hesitate in the decision to flee. Grabbing his bag and rushing through the portal, they were dumped on the other side face down on the ground.. right in front of Armadillomon. That voice.. Looking up, terrified, Taiji saw Gil for the first time.</s>	<\|message\|>Tamers Trajan Node - The Auxillary Library Quiet in the Library! --- The Trajan node, A important aspect of the digital worlds upkeep. It forms part of the critical 'Genesis System'. The data within the Library acting as the 'check' for data during processing. If checked data doesn't match the records in the library it is summarily deleted. Similarly the books within the library cannot usually be opened by digimon except those with the correct authority. Thus the vast data within remains inaccessible. The Library is managed by Wisemon, A Digimon capable of appearing anywhere within it acting as both the custodian of the library and in order to easily navigate its colossal size. The Digital shift had placed you within the "Temple" section of the Library, very close to the central chamber containing the seven scriptures. This section contains historical records of the digital world, much of it just information data. Like temperature graphs or water concentration through the ages. However what is most important about this section of the library is the 7 scriptures of the Olympos XII, Assembled in Hierarchy order. They act as a foundation for the Divine Miracles of the Digital world. There are 12 Scriptures in total. This particular Library only contains 7 of the 12. The rest are scattered through the digital world in varying conditions of damage. Taking the shape of large unwieldy grimoires. These books are capable of performing something that is miraculous if opened in the presence of another Digimon as the pure data within can allow the temporary ascension of a Digimon to the next level. They are also the most important books within the library as a result... --- Fury of the Wise Wisemon, A Digimon with motives shrouded in mystery. The custodian of the Trajan node. A keeper of knowledge that records, Analyses and experiments with anything it comes across to expand the information it possesses. It is an effective Custodian of information both in its fairness of how it treats visitors and in how it values exchanges of equivalence. For what then would cause such a calm Digimon to become lose its cool. Someone had taken one of the Grimoires. The holy scriptures. The spoken words of the gods themselves. The core tenants of the mightiest. The greatest books in the collection. It invalidated his entire purpose as a Custodian. For a creäture of such strict logic and pride. The idea of being tricked was never considered. The Thief must still be here? They must. Wisemon cocked its head. Did it hear voices just outside this room? Its eyes shone with righteous fury. It lamented to itself of its failures as it began to process the information and formulate a plan. Intruders. Thieves. Scan. Find. Others. Anomalous Data near other Digital Fauna. Virus? Infection? Mutation? Unknown. Interrogate. Contain. TERMINATE. As it finished its line of thought it would step upon its open book and in an instant it would teleport in front of the gate. Behind the distracted anomalies and the Digimon. Analysis. There was a gate behind it leading to the perilous unknown, a realm of taboo knowledge certainly. It would turn to study the humanoid anomalies, No recorded Digimon that it knew of. Data seemed complex. Organic coding with a central programming network of electric impulses. Comparison with humanoid digimon would conclude that the head was a critical point of weakness. It immediately concluded that none of them appeared to have the tome on their person. They must had transported it somewhere. Wisemon couldn't leave the library. It would have to take prisoners. But it would be effective to only take one prisoner. The Anomalies seemed infinitely more interesting than the Digital Fauna present. So it would rank the capture of them over the Digimon. This entire analysis took place within a second. "01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111" It said audibly sounding out the binary for a moment in a monotone voice, its voice shifted pitches and tone. Settling on a voice that sounded like a hybrid of text to speech devices. "Intruders-Guests-PREY are not welcome within my Library-Abode-LAIR." It stated first. Always putting emphasis on every third word with an aggressive tone that only an angry synthetic voice could produce. Vibrations of static included. "My terms-conditions-ORDERS to prevent the immediate ending of your freedom-playtime-LIFE is that what you return the stolen Grimoire-Holy Scripture-BOOK immediately." Its yelling was filled with the rage of a being that had its very purpose challenged. "The stolen item is one of the 7 sacred relics of the Olympos XII. Capable of allowing a Digimon to bypass its natural life-cycle and rapidly increase its power in a short amount of time via a great intake of information. Should it fall into the wrong hands, Since it cannot be opened by a standard Digimon I must consider the anomalies are at fault." For that brief reprieve of when the voices were calm enough to speak in harmony it would lecture them why it was so mad. So these inferior lifeforms could understand. The calm wouldn't last long though of course. "It could bring an Extinction Event-Calamity-GENOCIDE to the digital world." It would finally bring itself to its closing and most threatening words. "Failure to talk-tell-SPEAK of its whereabouts will result in immediate TERMINATION. Failure to comply peacefully will result in immediate ANNIHILATION. Taking longer than allotted time of 10 minutes will result in immediate DESTRUCTION. Failure to close the rift at the end of the interrogation will result in immediate MACERATION." Safe to say, Wisemon was pretty mad.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuroko Iwami Holographic wings and halo sold separately. --- Age: 16 Appearance: Kuroko stands at precisely 157.5 centimeters (or 5'2"), and is of average weight for her age. Fairly athletic thanks to her club activities. She has a few scars on her body, namely a semicircle of what appears to be bite marks on her forearm; to cover these up, she'll wear a long-sleeved shirt or a jacket when outside the house. Personality: Generally kind and cheerful, Kuroko is something of a tomboy. She loves video games and action movies, as well as the occasional horror flick (though she outright refuses to watch ones where the killer is a human). However, she has one hobby that surpasses them all: survival game club (airsoft, for the uninitiated). History: Born in a small town in the Hokkaido prefecture, Kuroko's family moved to Tokyo for her father's work when she was five years old. It took her some time to get used to living in a big city, and while she eventually did, she always missed little things like stargazing with her parents, or visiting her grandparents' farm. When she was six years old, what would soon come to be called the "Yokai Incident" occurred. While out shopping with her mother, Kuroko was separated from her when a giant monster attacked. She hid in an alleyway for what felt like hours. Then, something else appeared: another, smaller monster with black scales and bright green eyes. At first, Kuroko was afraid that the monster would hurt her like the other one did. But this one only wanted one thing: the candy bars that the girl had in her bag. After eating all of them, the little monster was more than happy to sit with the young girl, even so far as letting Kuroko pet it. That is, until, yet another monster appeared. This one, looking like a large wolf with bladed claws, attacked Kuroko. What happened next is foggy in Kuroko's mind, but the little reptile that had taken a liking to her grew and changed into something else before attacking the wolf, but not before the monster managed to land a vicious bite on her forearm. After that, Kuroko blacked out, and woke up in the hospital with her parents nearby. To this day, she can't remember what happened after the wolf monster bit her, but she is thankful to the monster who helped her when she was lost. After she recovered, Kuroko returned to normal, though she often has nightmares and flashbacks to the Yokai Event. She's done her best not to let these affect her, but there are some nights where the nightmares are too frequent for her to sleep. Partner Digimon: "Buck" (BlackAgumon X) Other: - Can't stand spicy food - On nights she can't sleep, Kuroko can often be found playing video games or tinkering with her airsoft guns; on rare occasions, she may browse the web for information on the Yokai Incident - Though friendly, she doesn't have too many people she would consider friends Name: Buck (BlackAgumon X) Level: Rookie Personality: While certainly not the brightest of 'mons, Buck is incredibly loyal and hardworking. However, he tends to think with his stomach, which has led him into some sticky situations in the past; in fact, he probably wouldn't have been swept up in the Yokai Event if he hadn't been looking for something to eat. When hungry, he has a habit of biting people (though not hard enough to hurt for very long). As a quirk of having the X-Antibody in his Digicore, Buck tends to get a bit carried away in combat, to the point that, if he's not careful, he may very well exhaust himself all the way back to his Fresh form. Fresh: Botamon\|Bubbles (spits a weak stream of bubbles) In Training: Pagumon\|Frothy Bubbles (spits slightly acidic bubbles); Poison Bubble (spits a bubble laced with weak poison) Rookie: BlackAgumon X\|Pepper Breath (spits a fireball); Claw Attack (jabs with claws); Claw Uppercut (uppercuts with claws); Dangerous Bite (crunches down on an enemy) Champion: DarkTyrannomon X\|Fire Blast (breathes a stream of flames); Flame Snatch (grabs the enemy with flaming left claw and burns it) Ultimate: MetalGreymon (Virus) X\|Pandemic Destroyer (fires a blast of viral energy from Alteros); Energy Blitz (slashes the enemy with Alteros) Mega: BlackWarGreymon X\|Dark Terra Force (gathers a sphere of dark energy and hurls it at the enemy); Hades Force (rapidly fires smaller, weaker versions of Dark terra Force); Afterburst (charges the enemy with its gauntlets, assisted by boosters on his back); Dramon Buster (attacks with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-ype enemies); Dramon Killer (attacks from the air with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-type enemies)</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi "So..." Aoi started, looking around at the library in curiosity before turning her attention back to the child-nun that had apparently been a small dog thing only a few weeks ago, "You grew pretty fast, uh...?" "Silvia, Miss Aoi!" was the enthusiastic reply, Silvia puffing her chest out with pride, "It's thanks to your example that I was able to become Sistermon (Blanc) so quickly!" It was definitely weird how you could hear the parentheses dropping into place, Aoi thought. Maybe something to ask about later--if she was Blanc, there had to be other varieties, right? And how did one get from a small dog thing to a nun? What were all these others around? ... oh well, this would all have to wait until later, someone was speaking to them. Someone pretty angry by the sound of it--nice distortion effect, and Silvia was moving into position to fight for the protection of the girl she owed-- A girl who was placing a hand on her shoulder, listening to the talking fox and Shion. Mmm, something about Ultimate and Champion. Okay, that was interesting, but not really a scale she could work with. "Hey, Silvia, this guy's weaker than that angel and the gunner, right?" "E-eh? Seraphimon and Beelzemon are Mega-level, yes, they're really strong!" So this guy was still weaker. That was nice to know; if this went wrong she wasn't likely to be shot full of holes or stabbed through with a glowing sword instantly. One deep breath to steady herself a little and Aoi walked forward (backwards?), closer to the floaty spooky librarian and the exit. "We just got here through... that," Aoi stated, helpfully pointing behind Wisemon at the rift thingy to their classroom, "It must have been someone else that took your book. Uh... but if you let us go we could help you look for it?"</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "Queen Estelle-" "Hmm, chessy?~" "Perhaps you could-mmf-release me-" "Ohoho, sorry, it's just been so long." Estelle giggled, not paying much attention to the others. She released Chessy from the hug, taking a quick look around the area. "Mhm...maybe I'm misremembering, but I thought there was more of you?" "Well," Chessy straightened himself, resting his spear on his shoulder as he replied. "Some of the others-fools as they are-broke their vows of loyalty to you and found another liege. Others...well, we Chessmon are not particularly strong on our own." "Oh...I...see..." Estelle frowned lightly. Well, that was annoying. And they all had such fun together when she was little! Well, she supposed she could understand. She herself had thought she'd never see the darling little things again. Hearing that some might have gotten killed, though, or injured, was a bit disheartening. Tsk, if only she could have been there...! "Well, my darling little Chessy, you have my promise as a Queen I shall never leave again." The reunion, however, was soon interrupted by quite a curious looking individual. Some sort of creature dressed in a robe and talking in quite the difficult manner. "Keh...!" Chessy readied its shield and spear, placing himself between Estelle and the other digimon. "Tch...looks like it wants a fight, my queen. Should I teach it a lesson?" "Hmm..." Estelle narrowed her eyes at the digimon. "Stay your spear for a moment Chessy." Estelle lightly patted the head of her digimon. "My companion here speaks the truth. Thievery is beneath me." "I don't think we can reason with it, my queen. Easiest solution is to crush it before it can harm us." "Now now, force should be a queens last method of solving problems." Estelle replied. "We find ourselves in a strange library thanks to some strange force. Perhaps whoever stole this book of yours used this same phenomena to steal the book, and leave us as scapegoats." Chessy made a few stabbing motions with his spear, before the spear suddenly slid forward in his hands, causing him to stumble forwards a few feet. He quickly righted himself and acted completely like nothing happened.</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon Wakana hadn't noticed all the others around her yet. "Oh, why is everyone else from the detention room here?" She looked around and... Well, there was the rich bitch... And most of the others were fairly the same... Well, except the one foreigner. Suni? Something like that. She never really took the time to get to know the others of her grade. Maybe she should have. "How odd though. This isn't... Never-Ever Land, right?" The girl asked as she looked around. It wasn't the pseudo-paradise she remembered. Tinkermon landed on top of Wakana's head and sat there for a bit. She felt like she didn't weigh much of anything. "It's not. I just showed up here in a BIG thud! Like bwam!" The little pixie exclaimed as she threw her arms out. "And then you were here! And then all these others were too!" Tinkermon seemed excited as she detailed her experiences until now. "I see..." Wakana responded despondently. Then, like everyone else in the room, the duo saw something interesting. A Digimon, Wakana inferred. "Is that... A Digimon? She questioned. She had a rough idea of what they were from her experience but she had never seen this. "UWaawawa..." Tinkermon stuttered over her own tongue. "I uhhh... That's... Wisemon, I think? If he is, he's strong! An Ultimate level! I don't mind a good fight but... If all of the Digimon in this room worked together it would be... Hard. Probably." The pixie was more than a bit worried, anyone could tell from looking at her. In fact, she looked around the room and noted that at least a few of the faces were... Well, not as frightened as she thought they should be. Wakana didn't fully follow... "So he's really strong and more than a match for you?" Tinkermon nodded rapidly, "And VERY mad!" The glasses girl crossed her arms and looked at Wisemon as she thought. This... Was just a big delusion right? She had convinced herself so long ago that Never-Ever Land was fake and that the Digimon were just a mass delusion after she learned about it... But... She'll play into this for now. Wisemon would just destroy them if they didn't give him a book back or something. Then the student that had a little nun girl with her spoke up. She... Seemed to make sense at least. So Wakana stepped closer to Aoi. "Ehh? Wakana?" Tinkermon questioned as she rushed in front of Wakana to stop her. "We're getting closer? Are you trying to kick his butt or something?" She questioned. "You said he was dangerous right? We try to talk him down. If not, well..." The glasses girl smirked. "I guess we try to kick his ass, right?" Tinkermon seemed astounded and dumbfounded as her face showed. Then her face relaxed as she smiled and shook her head some. "Boy, oh boy. What have I gotten myself into?" Then she gave a big toothy grin, "But, I guess when you put it like that I feel pretty confident about it!" Wakana gave a smile back back as they got closer to Aoi. "She's right. I don't think any of us have that book you're looking for. We've been here not long at all. Logically, we couldn't have taken a book and ran. We're still here, after all." The glasses girl argued as if Wisemon would listen to reason. She then took a look around though. No one would have ran but they might have taken it. "What does said book look like? We can only find it after we know it's description." She queried. She was worried this Digimon was going to go berserk all the while though.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY & IMPMON Currently caught up in Impmon's struggles to get Sunny to put him down, neither seemed to notice the larger Digimon until it was practically upon them. Impmon was first, freezing perfectly still under Sunny's arm and peering up at Wisemon with an uncertain expression - and then Sunny realised how still he'd gone and promptly followed his gaze. The two remained silent until Wisemon was done talking, and then Sunny adjusted their glasses with a free hand and cleared their throat. "That's a big librarian," they remarked, and then Sunny unceremoniously loosed their arm from around Impmon's body and dumped him to the floor. "You should probably put those books back on the shelf," they muttered out of the corner of their mouth. "...I don't think any of these are what it's looking for," Impmon hissed back. "Stand back. If it tries anything, it'll have to go through me." He jabbed a thumb to his chest. Sunny wasn't listening. They glanced around at their fellow human-and-partner combos, did a quick mental assessment, and decided the others had the right idea. Sunny chimed in with a smile usually reserved for whoever was about to tell them off for flicking erasers at the whiteboard. "See, the trouble is, we've already had our detention," they declared, mock-polite, "and we're innocent as lambs, anyway, the lot of us. But they're right - we can help you have a look." Impmon glared over his shoulder at Sunny. Sunny snapped their fingers at him and gestured urgently to the books on the floor. "And we'll tidy up his mess, while we're at it."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami The happy reunion was, unfortunately, short-lived. The being that appeared before the group looked human, but between the glowing eyes, the clawed hands, and the bizarre way it spoke, it was obviously another one of these monsters. Kuroko stood up, trying to speak to it. "These guys are right, we don't have your book," she said. "We just got here, and we're not itching for a fight." A puff of steam rose from Buck's nostrils. "Speak for yourself," he muttered. Kuroko frowned at the reptile. "You heard... uh..." She turned to Renamon. "Sorry, didn't catch your name." World</s>
<\|description\|>Kuroko Iwami Holographic wings and halo sold separately. --- Age: 16 Appearance: Kuroko stands at precisely 157.5 centimeters (or 5'2"), and is of average weight for her age. Fairly athletic thanks to her club activities. She has a few scars on her body, namely a semicircle of what appears to be bite marks on her forearm; to cover these up, she'll wear a long-sleeved shirt or a jacket when outside the house. Personality: Generally kind and cheerful, Kuroko is something of a tomboy. She loves video games and action movies, as well as the occasional horror flick (though she outright refuses to watch ones where the killer is a human). However, she has one hobby that surpasses them all: survival game club (airsoft, for the uninitiated). History: Born in a small town in the Hokkaido prefecture, Kuroko's family moved to Tokyo for her father's work when she was five years old. It took her some time to get used to living in a big city, and while she eventually did, she always missed little things like stargazing with her parents, or visiting her grandparents' farm. When she was six years old, what would soon come to be called the "Yokai Incident" occurred. While out shopping with her mother, Kuroko was separated from her when a giant monster attacked. She hid in an alleyway for what felt like hours. Then, something else appeared: another, smaller monster with black scales and bright green eyes. At first, Kuroko was afraid that the monster would hurt her like the other one did. But this one only wanted one thing: the candy bars that the girl had in her bag. After eating all of them, the little monster was more than happy to sit with the young girl, even so far as letting Kuroko pet it. That is, until, yet another monster appeared. This one, looking like a large wolf with bladed claws, attacked Kuroko. What happened next is foggy in Kuroko's mind, but the little reptile that had taken a liking to her grew and changed into something else before attacking the wolf, but not before the monster managed to land a vicious bite on her forearm. After that, Kuroko blacked out, and woke up in the hospital with her parents nearby. To this day, she can't remember what happened after the wolf monster bit her, but she is thankful to the monster who helped her when she was lost. After she recovered, Kuroko returned to normal, though she often has nightmares and flashbacks to the Yokai Event. She's done her best not to let these affect her, but there are some nights where the nightmares are too frequent for her to sleep. Partner Digimon: "Buck" (BlackAgumon X) Other: - Can't stand spicy food - On nights she can't sleep, Kuroko can often be found playing video games or tinkering with her airsoft guns; on rare occasions, she may browse the web for information on the Yokai Incident - Though friendly, she doesn't have too many people she would consider friends Name: Buck (BlackAgumon X) Level: Rookie Personality: While certainly not the brightest of 'mons, Buck is incredibly loyal and hardworking. However, he tends to think with his stomach, which has led him into some sticky situations in the past; in fact, he probably wouldn't have been swept up in the Yokai Event if he hadn't been looking for something to eat. When hungry, he has a habit of biting people (though not hard enough to hurt for very long). As a quirk of having the X-Antibody in his Digicore, Buck tends to get a bit carried away in combat, to the point that, if he's not careful, he may very well exhaust himself all the way back to his Fresh form. Fresh: Botamon\|Bubbles (spits a weak stream of bubbles) In Training: Pagumon\|Frothy Bubbles (spits slightly acidic bubbles); Poison Bubble (spits a bubble laced with weak poison) Rookie: BlackAgumon X\|Pepper Breath (spits a fireball); Claw Attack (jabs with claws); Claw Uppercut (uppercuts with claws); Dangerous Bite (crunches down on an enemy) Champion: DarkTyrannomon X\|Fire Blast (breathes a stream of flames); Flame Snatch (grabs the enemy with flaming left claw and burns it) Ultimate: MetalGreymon (Virus) X\|Pandemic Destroyer (fires a blast of viral energy from Alteros); Energy Blitz (slashes the enemy with Alteros) Mega: BlackWarGreymon X\|Dark Terra Force (gathers a sphere of dark energy and hurls it at the enemy); Hades Force (rapidly fires smaller, weaker versions of Dark terra Force); Afterburst (charges the enemy with its gauntlets, assisted by boosters on his back); Dramon Buster (attacks with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-ype enemies); Dramon Killer (attacks from the air with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-type enemies)</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY & IMPMON Well, this was admittedly kind of terrifying. Sunny was not well-versed in what one was supposed to do when threatened by a magic librarian, but god help the kid they were going to make the best of it. And despite their terrible grades, they were actually pretty good at paying attention to little details. Like how at least one of the others was panicking. Sunny glanced down at the scattering sound of the spilled pills, and gave their owner an uneasy once-over. What was that kid's name, again...? "Uh - aha, ha. Right you are, Librarian - er - Wisemon! No ma-ce-ra-tion necessary!" Hopefully someone would see the funny side. Sunny gave a cheerful thumbs-up motion at Wisemon to emphasise that they were cooperating, and then turned to face everyone else and pulled a pleading face. "I don't really know you guys that well, but if I end up with all my bones on the outside, someone better have the decency to call my da." Sunny gave Taiji a searching look, beckoned with one hand, and began marching towards the big door. Hopefully a little human guidance might snap him out of it... After a second's thought, Impmon began walking backwards after his partner - and pointed with both gloved hands at the rest of the group. "Impmon, by the way," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "If Wisemon doesn't recycle us, I'd like to get to know everyone. I'm sorry we met like this." With that, he turned to face the way he was going and ran to catch up with Sunny.</s> <\|message\|>Shion Hagane A Flower in Bloom (Part 3) --- When Wisemon finished, Shion was slightly taken aback, before she burst out laughing. "I didn't think of that! That's a creative way to use it, I'm actually kind of impressed now!" she managed to say in between her laughter. It was notable by her voice that the laughter was not mean-spirited, but rather good-natured in origin. "I like this guy, we should help him." Meanwhile, Renamon turned to Kuroko. "Renamon." Shion interrupted before anything further could be said, calling behind her as she walked into the room that Wisemon had pointed to. "That's such a mouthful. If you're Renamon, and this guy is Wisemon, that girl with the nun outfit mentioned three other 'mon' names... Do all of your species have that as part of their name? Would that just make you Rena-kun?" "Firstly, I'd rather you not address me as a boy. Secondly, if your purpose is to shorten the name, woudn't 'Rena-kun' defeat the purpose?" Renamon asked as she followed her partner. "Hmm. That's a good point. So... how about 'Re-chan,' then?" Renamon stifled a smile. "I haven't been called that since I was a Relemon. Alright, I don't mind." Renamon looked around. "Wisemon is right, there are only six important looking books here. If there are supposed to be seven, then one is certainly missing. But if it's not in the library at all, then I doubt we'll be able to find it... Unless you happened to see it before you came here?" She turned to Shion. Shion shrugged. "I haven't seen any other books this ornate since going to a Renaissance Fair back in America. Hey, Wisemon, can you tell us more about these books? I get that they're important and can 'lead to calamity' if in the wrong hands, but what's so special about them?" "Wisemon already said that they can bypass our life-cycles, which I have to assume means inducing evolution, or perhaps data corruption of some form... That certainly is dangerous, but I too am curious about their importance. Surely they don't take the form of books purely for cosmetic reasons, do they?" "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. They've got to at least have something written in them if they're gonna be books. Magical Mcguffins tend to have a form for a reason. Since they're books, we can assume they were created by something, which means they have a reason for being books, otherwise why not make them something less... Obvious, I guess. More plain looking, so they don't tempt potential thieves. Because I'd expect these things to be worth a lot on appearance alone." Shion walked from book to book. "What do these symbols mean, even? Any information we can get would help, I would think." "I'd also wonder if there's some sort of forensic data we could use. Though it may be contaminated now that we've been here..." "Ooh, we can be like those cop drama shows, we can dust for prints! Though if they only stole one book, there might not be any on the others... And considering we just learned that portals apparently exist, there's no guarantee that they didn't just teleport in through one, grab it, and leave through it again. But there's got to be some security system, right?" Shion reached a hand out towards a book with a black diamond on the front, but stopped before touching it. "Evidently not, or I doubt we'd have been accused; there must be no information to gather on the culprit. I'd also recommend that you not reach for these books when Wisemon is so upset at one being stolen. He could interpret that as trying to steal another." Shion retracted her hand and put it in her sweatshirt pocket. "Both good points. Sorry if that scared you, I just wanted to check for force-fields and such. The more we can learn about the thief the more likely they'll be to find, right? Being able to bypass some security system would imply that they're particularly strong or skilled, but without one they could be just anyone who was fast enough or had a quick exit." "That they didn't steal more than one is concerning. It could mean that they feared Wisemon, or that they knew we would arrive and be a scapegoat. A Mega level, for example, would have no reason not to simply defeat Wisemon and take all seven." Shion held her chin in her hand as she thought, but simply shrugged after a moment. "What I really want to know is what's in these books. Can we read them if we don't pick them up? This is like finding out the necronomicon is real, I have to know why it's forbidden." "Perhaps the thief felt the same way and simply took it to read it? Maybe it'll be returned someday." @1Charak2</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi That was nice; it seemed that this Wisemon--whoever it was--had worked out that the strange group of students and creatures had nothing to do with the theft of its books and wanted to show them off. That was great and all but... she didn't really care all that much about going and looking at a book; that sounded too much like the detention they'd just gotten out of. Finding out why the baker girl was calling herself a queen or what Mr. Panic's problem over there was... those seemed far more interesting. Though Aoi shrugged, continuing to look Wisemon up and down in an eerily similar manner to how the digimon had judged her in the first place. "So... what's it like being a magic librarian? Do you get a lot of visitors? I guess you don't do much lending, because I'd slap something to teleport books back whenever they're late rather than chase them... that's too much work," the white-haired schoolgirl said, trying to strike up a conversation with Wisemon. "M-Miss Aoi! Is this really the time...?" the Sistermon asked, looking between her and Wisemon with a worried expression. She wasn't afraid of having to fight the demonic librarian... well, she wasn't afraid of losing, the fight itself seemed simultaneously exciting but terrifying. Had she the information to make a comparison, Silvia would probably have been thinking of rollercoasters. And the girl she had looked up to so much... it was becoming obvious that she was quite the sinner, if the skimpy outfit and professed laziness were any indication. "Yeah? When else am I going to get to talk to this guy?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami Kuroko put a hand on Buck's shoulder. The Digimon's muscles were tensed up and ready for a fight. But at the very least this Wisemon seemed to be willing to listen... for now. Kuroko gave Buck a gentle bop on the head to get his attention. "Calm down," she said softly, kneeling down. "If you do, I'll get you some snacks as soon as I can." That got his attention. Buck's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?" "Really-really." "Okay, but for the record, if Wisemon decides to attack, I'm not going down without a fight." Kuroko frowned. She'd heard Buck say something like that before. When the two were sitting in an alleyway while people ran and hid from monsters, the little Digimon had made a promise to her. "Just like you swore before," she muttered. "Of course. But that Sangloupmon... he wasn't as strong as Wisemon. Even with modifications to our Digicores as Champion-levels, we still can't beat an Ultimate-level Digimon on our own." "So you'd have to work in a team?" "Absolutely, but..." Buck scratched under his chin. "Admittedly, I'm not much of a team player..." Kuroko glanced at the others. "If something like the Yokai Incident is happening right now, I think that's gonna have to change."</s>
<\|description\|>Honda Aoi * Age: 18 * Appearance: Aoi is an outlier amongst the Japanese for several reasons, the archetypal "huge schoolgirl", 176cm tall--or about 5'9. Given her propensity to be dressed for swimming, it's pretty hard to miss some pretty obvious things about her physique: for one, her body is pretty athletic, though her propensity for sweet snacks does mean she doesn't come across as lean as you might expect. The other is that the girl just doesn't seem to feel the cold, dressing pretty lightly even in the middle of winter. * Personality: Aoi simply seems to not give a shit, or at least finds the consequences of her actions not worth worrying about too much. If the only person who's going to be harmed by her choices is her, what does it matter? There's no point in giving up on what she wants to do or what feels like the right thing to do because it's going to be a nuisance down the line; just take it as it comes. In Aoi's particular case, this seems to regularly result in being in trouble for uniform violations, since even wearing uniform she tends to wind up dishevelled and not wearing half of it. Her main interests are swimming--both for fun and competitively--and sweets, particularly ice cream. Outside of those two activities, Aoi is a perennial slacker with a sarcastic streak, and it's really hard to tell if her flirtatious tendencies are genuine or not caring what her statements sound like. * History: During the Youkai Incident, Aoi was just a girl on a trip to the beach with her parents, temporarily separated to explore on her own--and due to the weather, it was pretty much deserted, but she still had an ice lolly on hand. Like many children, she was worried about how her poor grades would be seen and that meant that all her behaviour was unacceptable... and that was when the world, and the phone in her hand, stopped making sense. To go from a calm beach to the centre of a tense Mexican Standoff--the signs of a battle started around her but stopped before anything really happened--was a shock. On one side, angelic creatures, and on the other demonic. It was terrifying... and really, with that perspective her grades in school or general behaviour seemed so much less important. To either side there were things that could turn her into a nice glassy crater if they wanted, and she was worrying about schoolwork? On the angelic side, there was a fluffy little creature, and deciding that it was the one thing around here that seemed hospitable, Aoi went over to it on a whim, offering her ice lolly. The beast quite happily ate it up, sitting on Aoi's lap as a protective talisman... whilst the battle started up again, out of reach but entirely watchable. It really made her prior concerns feel a bit pointless. Ever since the incident, Aoi has been more impulsive but also far less fretful. Why not just accept the downsides that come with doing what she wants? They can't be that bad, and she's pretty confident in her moral ability to not do anything that bad. No matter how much the school authorities might disagree. She also got over her fear of water and really took to swimming. * Partner Digimon: Sistermon Blanc ---</s> <\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami It had been another long, sleepless night. More night terrors about the incident ten years ago; not only had they been occurring more frequently, they were getting worse. Kuroko had stayed up surfing the net and tinkering with her airsoft guns before finally falling asleep... about an hour before her alarm went off. She'd barely made it to class on time, and struggled to stay awake. Then, around lunchtime, she'd decided to head up to the roof. The warm sun and the light breeze had lulled her to sleep. When Kuroko woke up, it was almost time for school to end. Her teachers had had enough. She had confided in a few about her night terrors, but it seemed they didn't understand. So for the first time all year, Kuroko had been given detention. Luckily for her, it turned out to be a time to catch up on her sleep. Until the entire room began violently shaking. Kuroko had been leaning back in her chair with her feet on her desk, her head resting on the desk behind her. Everything began moving underneath her chair. Kuroko fell, cursing and grumbling under her breath. Just as suddenly as it had began, the earthquake stopped. She could hear the other students swearing and trying to figure out what had happened. Everyone seemed to be okay, except for Mr. Fujo. Concerned, she moved to check on him, even if she didn't particularly like the man. Still breathing, Kuroko thought. Pulse seems okay. Must've just hit his head. Kuroko was suddenly aware of something else: the back of the room was gone, replaced by what seemed like neverending, blank whiteness. "The hell is going on?" she murmured to herself. There was a familiar sensation in the air. It felt electrically charged, as if a thunderstorm was brewing. She shuddered. It feels like back then... Ones and zeroes seemed to flicker and dance through the air like sparks. There was something else: a bright light, like a shining glass window, had appeared where the back of the classroom had once been. The rational part of her brain told Kuroko to stay away from it. But something else was curious. If this was related to the Yokai Incident... She followed the others, grabbing her bag. Only one way to find out, Kuroko thought. She took a deep breath, and stepped through the portal. --- The little reptile Digimon had been searching for food again when the quake struck. The ground split open, cutting him off from the little hut where he and a few other Digimon lived. And then the ground opened up, and he was in freefall. He seemed to fall for hours before he landed face-first in a pile of books. "Owwwww..." he murmured. The little Digimon popped his head out of the book pile. He could hear voices. Was it someone that could hurt him? His nostrils twitched. There were a few Digimon nearby. But the others... Humans? But there was one scent that was familiar. It had been years since he'd encountered the human who had given him food, and here she was. The little Digimon leaped up, surging forward. "It's you! It's you! It's been so long!" He ran past the first few humans before leaping at one of them. --- Less than a minute after Kuroko stepped through the portal, a black, dinosaurian creature plowed past the others and jumped up high. The first thing that caught her eye were the large claws and sharp, pointed teeth. The caveman part of Kuroko's brain told her this was a predator. And yet, it looked so happy. And why was it speaking like a human? Before she could figure that out, the creature bowled her over, nuzzling at her happily. "I missed you! Did you bring more for me to eat?" Kuroko blinked. "Is... Is it really you, Buck?" "In the data!" The Digimon grinned, and Kuroko hugged his snout. "I never got to thank you for saving me," she said. "You can thank me with more candy bars." Kuroko couldn't help but laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY Since Sunny stepped through the classroom door, they had been having the most boring detention of the term. The other students might recognise Sunny as a detention regular - if by nothing else, then the way they had arrived five minutes early and made a beeline for a particular desk. They had been warned twice already by Mr. Fujo to stop fiddling with erasers and do some work, and since then Sunny had been methodically adding to a rather intricate series of blind etchings in the underside of the table with the pointy end of a pair of compasses. The steady scribbling noise was just about muffled enough to make it sound like Sunny was actually catching up with the practice test they'd brought in. Other than an occasional glare down at the sheet, they had no intention of making themselves look any more foolish. The test remained untouched. The unnatural warmth of an untouched yet overheating calculator under their hand caught their attention first. Then the jarring feeling of the shaking ground was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting, and Sunny's hands grasped fervently at the edges of the desk as they sat bolt upright and stared around, debating whether to dive for cover - and finally, following the cues of the other detentionees, Sunny peered over their shoulder. The inexplicable white light had a pull like nothing else. All thoughts of earthquake safety faded. Slowly, Sunny rose from their seat. "Anyone else see that? Wait - wait, are you guys really-!?" ...But Estelle was already forward-marching. Sunny spared a bewildered stare around the room, noted the unconscious form of Mr. Fujo, and then all of a sudden their mouth dropped slightly open and seemed to chew thoughtfully on the words before anything came out. "Is... Is he okay?" They watched the other student go to check, and when Kuroko looked relieved, Sunny decided that was that. "...Nobody tell him, right?" As they watched the students begin to wander into the light at the back of the room, Sunny figured there definitely wasn't a precedent in the school rules about this. And if there was no precedent, maybe there was no rule against it. The others sure seemed confident. Sunny kicked their chair back, swung their bag onto their shoulder, and took off jogging into the light. "Wait! Wait, wait! This is crazy, wait for me-!" --- ☀️IMPMON Somewhere in the library, a Digimon anxiously pulled book after book off the shelves. Most were tossed over the shoulder, dropped in disgust, or shoved more or less back into place. Nothing here was what the Digimon was looking for. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he ought to be hunting, but he'd know it when he saw it, surely! He had a plan, even if that plan right now was just to research. That was at least something. Better than wandering lost in a library he didn't recognise. He'd had quite enough of that. Impmon pulled a particularly hefty tome from the shelf. A flash of orange hair passed behind the empty space behind it, and the Digimon froze. It took another few seconds or so of peering at the human between the shelves and listening to the others chatter before Impmon dared to speak up. "Hey!" he hissed. "Psst! You!" The ginger human turned. Stared at the creature peering at them from halfway behind a shelf corner. Raised an eyebrow and gave a very, very familiar, very confused, lopsided grin. They glanced around, blinking, and then managed to match the voice to the creature. The grin widened. "I'm dreaming, right?" For a split second, Impmon almost looked disappointed. He folded his arms haughtily. "Probably not. Are you looking for a picture book or something?" He paused, and tilted his head. "You, uh, look different. Did you Digivolve?" "Haha, what? Picture book?" There was a long pause. Sunny's grin melted off their face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. "You're him. You're the kitty orb." Impmon opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short as the human bolted the distance between them and roughly scooped him up, spinning on their heel and beaming like a maniac. "Holy shit! It's been ten years! I almost thought I was wrong!" "Wha-? Gah!" They tucked him under one arm like a sack and used the other arm to wave excitedly at the others. The heavy book Impmon had been clutching was shaken loose and fell noisily to the floor as he began struggling to extricate himself. "Guys! Look! I know this little guy!"</s>	<\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s>
<\|description\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) (Paired with Zelosse) Level: Rookie Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall. * Fresh: Name: Tsubumon Signature Attacks: + Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads. * In Training: Name: Upamon Signature Attacks: + Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch. * Rookie: Name: Armadimon Signature Attacks: + Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe. + Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws. + Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball. * Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY Since Sunny stepped through the classroom door, they had been having the most boring detention of the term. The other students might recognise Sunny as a detention regular - if by nothing else, then the way they had arrived five minutes early and made a beeline for a particular desk. They had been warned twice already by Mr. Fujo to stop fiddling with erasers and do some work, and since then Sunny had been methodically adding to a rather intricate series of blind etchings in the underside of the table with the pointy end of a pair of compasses. The steady scribbling noise was just about muffled enough to make it sound like Sunny was actually catching up with the practice test they'd brought in. Other than an occasional glare down at the sheet, they had no intention of making themselves look any more foolish. The test remained untouched. The unnatural warmth of an untouched yet overheating calculator under their hand caught their attention first. Then the jarring feeling of the shaking ground was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting, and Sunny's hands grasped fervently at the edges of the desk as they sat bolt upright and stared around, debating whether to dive for cover - and finally, following the cues of the other detentionees, Sunny peered over their shoulder. The inexplicable white light had a pull like nothing else. All thoughts of earthquake safety faded. Slowly, Sunny rose from their seat. "Anyone else see that? Wait - wait, are you guys really-!?" ...But Estelle was already forward-marching. Sunny spared a bewildered stare around the room, noted the unconscious form of Mr. Fujo, and then all of a sudden their mouth dropped slightly open and seemed to chew thoughtfully on the words before anything came out. "Is... Is he okay?" They watched the other student go to check, and when Kuroko looked relieved, Sunny decided that was that. "...Nobody tell him, right?" As they watched the students begin to wander into the light at the back of the room, Sunny figured there definitely wasn't a precedent in the school rules about this. And if there was no precedent, maybe there was no rule against it. The others sure seemed confident. Sunny kicked their chair back, swung their bag onto their shoulder, and took off jogging into the light. "Wait! Wait, wait! This is crazy, wait for me-!" --- ☀️IMPMON Somewhere in the library, a Digimon anxiously pulled book after book off the shelves. Most were tossed over the shoulder, dropped in disgust, or shoved more or less back into place. Nothing here was what the Digimon was looking for. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he ought to be hunting, but he'd know it when he saw it, surely! He had a plan, even if that plan right now was just to research. That was at least something. Better than wandering lost in a library he didn't recognise. He'd had quite enough of that. Impmon pulled a particularly hefty tome from the shelf. A flash of orange hair passed behind the empty space behind it, and the Digimon froze. It took another few seconds or so of peering at the human between the shelves and listening to the others chatter before Impmon dared to speak up. "Hey!" he hissed. "Psst! You!" The ginger human turned. Stared at the creature peering at them from halfway behind a shelf corner. Raised an eyebrow and gave a very, very familiar, very confused, lopsided grin. They glanced around, blinking, and then managed to match the voice to the creature. The grin widened. "I'm dreaming, right?" For a split second, Impmon almost looked disappointed. He folded his arms haughtily. "Probably not. Are you looking for a picture book or something?" He paused, and tilted his head. "You, uh, look different. Did you Digivolve?" "Haha, what? Picture book?" There was a long pause. Sunny's grin melted off their face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. "You're him. You're the kitty orb." Impmon opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short as the human bolted the distance between them and roughly scooped him up, spinning on their heel and beaming like a maniac. "Holy shit! It's been ten years! I almost thought I was wrong!" "Wha-? Gah!" They tucked him under one arm like a sack and used the other arm to wave excitedly at the others. The heavy book Impmon had been clutching was shaken loose and fell noisily to the floor as he began struggling to extricate himself. "Guys! Look! I know this little guy!"</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s>	<\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) An earthquake. God King Gilgamesh closed his eyes. It had been a literal lifetime ago since the incident. Out here in the open plains of the Digital World, earthquakes were less dangerous since there was no risk of anything falling on you, and being a four-legged creature, Gil wasn't going to lose his footing and crack his head open no matter how intense the shaking. So unless the earth split open directly beneath him, he was relatively safe. But inside a building, where tremendous weight could collapse on you, that was where the real danger lay. Gil reminisced about the moment of his death. Gil had found himself in a building in a strange new world. He had been quietly exploring his new environs when he found a child sleeping. However, another, larger digimon had materialized outside and went on a rampage. The violence and destruction it wrought not only woke the child, but caused the building to lose structural integrity and collapse. Gil remembered bracing his armored back to the falling rubble and preventing the child from coming to harm, but they were buried, and keeping the rubble from crushing the child had prevented Gil from doing anything else. The child was understandably frightened, and with no other recourse, All Gil could do was reassure the child. Yes, that was when he chose his name, formed of a random, stray piece of data that happened to be part of Gil's digital essence. He had to exude strength and courage, even if he was lying, even if he was in pain. Gil had introduced himself as "God King Gilgamesh", omnipotent and invincible, conqueror of nations. For hours, Gil regaled the child with made up stories of his heroic and awe-inspiring deeds, but always reminding the child that the most noble of deeds was helping those in trouble. Gil wasn't sure how long his digital body would last, as his strength was slowly sapping away and he could feel his final hour approaching. But his worries had been washed away as the sound of digging and rays of light began seep through the rubble. The last thing Gil saw was the looked of overjoyed relief on the child's face as rescue workers pulled him from the remains of his collapsed home. Closing his eyes, Gil felt his body dissipate into bits of data and return to the Digital World to be reborn. Gil opened his eyes as the rumbling dissipated and the swirling, churning sensation of vertigo in his stomach had subsided. Since then, he had spent his time training, until he had achieved his Armadimon form again. But he needed to be stronger. Last time, all he could do was delay harm, he hadn't been strong enough to rescue the child by his own power. And with all the chaos happening in the Digital World, it was time to step up and do something about it. But as Gil opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different place entirely. Apparently the vertigo had been from teleportation and not merely from the earth shaking beneath his feet. Here he was surrounded by shelves of books and several digimon. Several beings appeared through a portal, confused and disoriented; humans. From the looks of things, the humans seemed to be 'reuniting' with the digimon, which was a relief since that at least meant that the humans had some comfort despite their strange situation. Deciding to take the lead, Gil called out, "Worry not! We find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. I do not know what is happening, but I'm sure if we work together, we'll find a solution." Gil put on a smug smile in the hopes that confidence, albeit false, will reassure everyone present.</s>
<\|description\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) (Paired with Zelosse) Level: Rookie Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall. * Fresh: Name: Tsubumon Signature Attacks: + Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads. * In Training: Name: Upamon Signature Attacks: + Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch. * Rookie: Name: Armadimon Signature Attacks: + Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe. + Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws. + Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball. * Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi That was nice; it seemed that this Wisemon--whoever it was--had worked out that the strange group of students and creatures had nothing to do with the theft of its books and wanted to show them off. That was great and all but... she didn't really care all that much about going and looking at a book; that sounded too much like the detention they'd just gotten out of. Finding out why the baker girl was calling herself a queen or what Mr. Panic's problem over there was... those seemed far more interesting. Though Aoi shrugged, continuing to look Wisemon up and down in an eerily similar manner to how the digimon had judged her in the first place. "So... what's it like being a magic librarian? Do you get a lot of visitors? I guess you don't do much lending, because I'd slap something to teleport books back whenever they're late rather than chase them... that's too much work," the white-haired schoolgirl said, trying to strike up a conversation with Wisemon. "M-Miss Aoi! Is this really the time...?" the Sistermon asked, looking between her and Wisemon with a worried expression. She wasn't afraid of having to fight the demonic librarian... well, she wasn't afraid of losing, the fight itself seemed simultaneously exciting but terrifying. Had she the information to make a comparison, Silvia would probably have been thinking of rollercoasters. And the girl she had looked up to so much... it was becoming obvious that she was quite the sinner, if the skimpy outfit and professed laziness were any indication. "Yeah? When else am I going to get to talk to this guy?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami Kuroko put a hand on Buck's shoulder. The Digimon's muscles were tensed up and ready for a fight. But at the very least this Wisemon seemed to be willing to listen... for now. Kuroko gave Buck a gentle bop on the head to get his attention. "Calm down," she said softly, kneeling down. "If you do, I'll get you some snacks as soon as I can." That got his attention. Buck's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?" "Really-really." "Okay, but for the record, if Wisemon decides to attack, I'm not going down without a fight." Kuroko frowned. She'd heard Buck say something like that before. When the two were sitting in an alleyway while people ran and hid from monsters, the little Digimon had made a promise to her. "Just like you swore before," she muttered. "Of course. But that Sangloupmon... he wasn't as strong as Wisemon. Even with modifications to our Digicores as Champion-levels, we still can't beat an Ultimate-level Digimon on our own." "So you'd have to work in a team?" "Absolutely, but..." Buck scratched under his chin. "Admittedly, I'm not much of a team player..." Kuroko glanced at the others. "If something like the Yokai Incident is happening right now, I think that's gonna have to change."</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "Y-you dare insult my queen!?" Chessy seethed. "Ohoho, aren't you the rude little thing," Estelle smiled, curls swaying lightly from a tilt of her head. "Well, I'll have you know, I'm no tyrant. I love all of my little chessmon and they love me." She patted Chessy on the head. Regardless, this was rather boring, wasn't it? Nothing interesting in this dusty old library at all. "Tch, very well...but know that any further insult will be remembered and returned ten fold, cretin!" Chessy beat the front of his shield with his spear, a loud bang of metal and metal filling the area before returning to an at the ready position next to Estelle. "Hmm...Wisemon was it? You don't supposed I could take a look around the other areas of the library?" Truth be told, she had no interest in helping this...creature. Not after it called her a tyrant of all things. Perhaps there might be a fun or interesting book or some other fascinating document here she could read. It'd certainly alleviate her boredom a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon Wakana was a bit dumbfounded by the guy who almost looked like he was going to flip out and go on a tantrum or something. He... Seemed like he was going to be an issue in resolving this calmly if he kept it up. How annoying. The others... Well, they haven't attack the Wisemon yet though she was half-way worried about the little black dinosaur thing. It looks like its human partner had it under control for now though. Well, at least Wisemon was moving them along now and everyone seemed to go along with it. Well, everyone but the curl haired dumbass. "Of course the idiot doesn't want to help the situation at hand." Wakana sighed as she heard Estelle mentioned exploring the library more. She went into the room with the books, curious about what they looked like. They looked like thick leather-bound grimoires. "Hmmm." Wakana mused as she looked over the ones remaining. "Hmmm. How odd." "What's odd?" Tinkermon asked as she rested herself on Wakana's head. "The books?" The little pixie joined Wakana in looking over the books. Wakana gave a silent nod as she moved her hand up to her mouth in a thinking pose. "Well. The books are a bit odd looking." One called to her. The one with the diamond shape on it. "Not to mention... I find it odd that Wisemon wouldn't know where it is or who took it if he knows what goes on in this library." She scratched her head and sighed. "Obviously, if it's true that Wisemon knows everything in this library, if he doesn't know about it, then it's not here. It's quite likely somewhere else." Tinkermon's eyes lit up. "Oh wow, Wakana! You got really smart!" The small fairy said as she gleefully patted the high-schooler on the head. "Huh? N-no... Anyone could figure that much out." Wakana sighed as the fairy continued her patting. She watched the girl attempt to touch the book earlier and noted there seemed to be no guard against touching it probably. "I'm curious who could have got to it before us. Well, it's that or Wisemon is lying to our faces." The girl continued to muse. Tinkermon gave a forced laugh at something that was an obviously not a joke. "Hahaha... I don't think that's the case. "Probably. Wisemon would notice there was no guilt in Wakana. None outwardly at least. There was a bit of agitation, though it seemed like it stemmed more from lack of information than anything about the room. Probably. "So, these books can cause a calamity. Bypass natural life cycle, increase power, intake data?" Wakana said as she tried to put the pieces together. She didn't have enough information on digimon to really say anything. Luckily, Tinkermon was around. The small fairy nonchalantly spoke, "Huh. Thinking about it, that's kinda like Digivolving, ain't it?" She pondered aloud before getting that Wakana was confused by that. "Oh, right, so... You know how we mentioned Wisemon is an Ultimate level Digimon? It's like a stage of a Digimon's life. I'm a Rookie. Petermon is a Champion. There's a clear power divide between stages, ah! But, I can still beat up Petermon when I want to!" "So, the books can be used to force that?" "Ahh... Maybe. I don't really want to try it out myself. I'm happy as I am, thank you very much." "So, someone came into Wisemon's library without him knowing and stole a book that can possibly cause Digivolving?" Wakana questioned aloud. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more this seemed like some fever dream she was concocting in her head. Well, whatever the case, that was the what, why and where. An old looking grimoire because it could possibly cause digivolution in this library. Who though? Likely wasn't Wisemon. Then who? Another human? Wisemon said Digimon can't open it at least. Now she was invested in this mystery. It was like one of her books. "Caper in the Digital Library!" She giggled, electing a raised eyebrow from Tinkermon. "Either way, I didn't know that was even a thing... Wisemon. Wakana got his attention after he was done with the other... pedantic questions. "You don't remember there being other guests-visitors-invaders in your library before us? For a time before that book was stolen. Or, perhaps you talked to someone about these before?"</s>	<\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) Wisemon offering to show them the location of the books to 'jog' their memory came as a slight relief as it meant that hostilities were not quite open yet. Gil relaxed slightly, and followed Wisemon and the others into the room. With things slightly calmer, people started introducing themselves, so Gil felt it was as good a time as any to do the same. "I'm God-King Gilgamesh, and I'm an Armadimon," Gil declared, then turned to Wisemon, who had bristled at the mention of royalty, "But don't worry, I am neither a god nor a king, it's just a nickname. Makes me sound tough, right? But I get that it's a mouthful, so you can just call me 'Gil'." As the others discussed the books and explained to the humans the details of digimon growth, Gil came up with an idea. Turning back to Wisemon, he said, "So, since you trust that we didn't steal your book, but are understandably distraught by its absence, maybe you could...send us on a mission to retrieve it! I'll put my life on the line to help you get your precious book back." Gil didn't know what a Wisemon was exactly capable of, but he assumed that Wisemon was some sort of magician-type, what with being surrounded by so much digital information, so his next suggestion sort of came from left field, "Do you know any, like, spells? I get that you might think I'm saying all this just so that we can escape, but maybe you could place like a beacon or tracking spell on me or something, so you can check on the status of our mission. And to make sure I stay on track, you can...you can make it an exploding beacon! Whoops! Haha, I mean, but just on me, of course..." He looked around sheepishly, afraid that he had just volunteered the entire group to a pretty messy situation.</s>
<\|description\|>Shion Hagane Age: 15 Appearance: Vehicle sold separately. Shion stands at 162.5 cm (5 foot 4 inches) and has what would barely pass as an "athletic" body with lightly toned muscles and slightly above-average strength and flexibility. The usual facets of her attire are a sweatshirt and headphones of some kind. Everything else seems to be chosen almost randomly from her closet. She is somewhat underweight at 105 pounds. (7.6 Kilograms) Personality: Attempts to describe her traditionally are generally met with failure, as she is eccentric to the point of being nearly non-understandable. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely excitable and extroverted or equally introverted and reflective, with seemingly no middle ground. She is incredibly intelligent but has few social skills and many odd quirks, including a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects, both exacerbated by her rather severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. History: Born in Shinjuku, she was five years old and living in Shibuya when the Yokai Incident occurred, and it was in part due to the incident that her parents and she moved to the United States the year after. A rarity who possesses eidetic memory, the only blind spot in her memory is of the Yokai Incident itself, presumably due to trauma suffered during it. Shion had wandered away from her mother when the incident began. Planning to explore the nearby underground subways, she tripped over something small and soft as it ran by, causing her to fall down the rather large stairs along with what tripped her. Unable to move from the pain and bleeding somewhat from her head, she simply lay there for some time. The small creature turned out to be a yellow Fresh Digimon that apologized profusely to the young human. For nearly two hours, the digimon sat near her and spoke with her to ensure that she was breathing and wasn't trampled by the humans fleeing the tunnels before the girl was rescued and taken elsewhere. While Shion has forgotten this completely, the young digimon still feels that it owes the child a debt for its actions. In America, Shion took to the language and culture far quicker than her parents, both because of the malleability of her age and her powerful memory. Further, she quickly was placed into advanced courses for her education, eventually resulting in her placement in a higher year than her age would dictate. However, at age 9 she was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which made her fall behind in her studies. She only recently got it somewhat under control. She made few friends over the years, and fewer still that she would stay in contact with upon returning to Tokyo. Instead of friends, what she gained most was a love for music, and to this day she is rarely seen without an MP3 and headphones of some kind. Partner Digimon: Re-chan the (at the time) Relemon. Other: - Despises Pop Music. - Refuses to drink water. - Can play several instruments.</s> <\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) Wisemon offering to show them the location of the books to 'jog' their memory came as a slight relief as it meant that hostilities were not quite open yet. Gil relaxed slightly, and followed Wisemon and the others into the room. With things slightly calmer, people started introducing themselves, so Gil felt it was as good a time as any to do the same. "I'm God-King Gilgamesh, and I'm an Armadimon," Gil declared, then turned to Wisemon, who had bristled at the mention of royalty, "But don't worry, I am neither a god nor a king, it's just a nickname. Makes me sound tough, right? But I get that it's a mouthful, so you can just call me 'Gil'." As the others discussed the books and explained to the humans the details of digimon growth, Gil came up with an idea. Turning back to Wisemon, he said, "So, since you trust that we didn't steal your book, but are understandably distraught by its absence, maybe you could...send us on a mission to retrieve it! I'll put my life on the line to help you get your precious book back." Gil didn't know what a Wisemon was exactly capable of, but he assumed that Wisemon was some sort of magician-type, what with being surrounded by so much digital information, so his next suggestion sort of came from left field, "Do you know any, like, spells? I get that you might think I'm saying all this just so that we can escape, but maybe you could place like a beacon or tracking spell on me or something, so you can check on the status of our mission. And to make sure I stay on track, you can...you can make it an exploding beacon! Whoops! Haha, I mean, but just on me, of course..." He looked around sheepishly, afraid that he had just volunteered the entire group to a pretty messy situation.</s> <\|message\|>Tamers Wisemon's Lament Wisemon would fixate their eyes upon the fixtures that upheld the great books well emblazoned marble, no damage to any of them, hence why Wisemon was so stumped. Nobody should have the authority to remove them so easily save for Wisemon. Hence why it had to be these unknown variables. That was why Wisemon without a doubt believed that even if they did tell the truth. They weren't being entirely honest with the protector of the library that was Wisemon's personal belief though the Librarian could at least be somewhat cordial. Turning its towering figure around to the arrogant little chessmon and its arrogant partner. Wisemon would stoop low to look at them both directly and personally. "Why do you think-process-CONCLUDE that I would allow a arrogant-suspicious-INTRUDER like yourself to freely move about my library while under suspicion-interrogation-WATCH, So know that you have no right to make such threats in this library." Wisemon would say before creaking back up to full height. Towering over the two as an imposing figure, before merely floating away. Wisemon would next address the organism that was paired with one of the rather rare Sistermon types. Wisemon wasn't unfamiliar with the standard respect one should give to angelic digimon, but Wisemon also didn't really care for such formalities. "Visitors, Rare if at all, Lending? No. Teleportation of books sounds like good idea. Will consider for future investment." The Librarian said with seriousness to what was probably a stupidly complex idea. Indeed Wisemon had answered all the short questions they felt like responding to, because someone had said something that was quite interesting. The girl with a Tinkermon far away from home had brought up the intriguing factor about digivolution. But the girl with the Renamon had asked directly about the books themselves. Wisemon could answer both in one explanation. "I have already told you of the importance and power of the books, But if you wish me to go into detail about the iconography..." Wisemon would say, Their voice a calm more readily to explain sort of tone. Indeed if there is anything this Digimon liked to do. It was to show their intellectual know-how about all things. "As you can see there are seven pedastals, but only six books upon them. The ones that remain are Plutomon, The god of the underworld, whoms symbol is that of a dark diamond. He manages the underworld of data. Neptunemon, God of the Net Ocean with the symbol of the horse and trident. Vulcanusmon, god of the mountain forge and the owner of the grandest mines of the digital world whom uses an anvil as his symbol. Dianamon, the harbringer of the night and the goddess of the moon represented by that very same lunar rock. Venusmon the lover and the compassionate, She both drives Digimon to great success and to ruin with her overwhelming love for all things, represented by her dove and oyster. Last of the ones that remain is Bacchusmon, The foremost drinker and the party holder for all Digimon, represented by the wine glass. They are all gods compared to you and I, the gods of the digital world." Wisemon would conclude. "The final book, and the one that was stolen contained" Then Wisemon would keel over in agony clutching its head in pain as if drawing that much information had hurt it in some way. As it quickly shook its head. What was in the last book. It attempted to try to recall the information again, keeling over once more, something was wrong. What was it talking about. The gods, Olympos XII. The intruders. Jupitermon. In pain the digimon would reach out towards the books to try to read it to refresh its memory. Accessing these books should allow it to remind itself what it was talking about and ground itself. With outstretched palm Wisemon arbiter of the node and keeper of the great library would attempt to read Bacchusmon's Tome. Data corruption at unacceptable levels Access Denied The voice would bellow loudly. And Wisemon? They screamed --- Shibuya Hack enroute to the Digital Shift Leaping from rooftop to rooftop to close in on the signal of the digital shift, a white-furred digimon with a flowing red cape would be rushing to the scene. Hack had been sent alone because not only was he faster, he was also capable of slipping into the school unnoticed. The old geezer would have to wait outside. They would assess the situation before closing the rift. God forbid anyone was trapped inside. But it was the best they could do as of current until they know what the enemy was. All Hack and by extension the rest of Dojo team knew was that the longer the rifts were open, the more unstable the real world would become and they couldn't risk another Yokai incident... Thus it would continue running headlong towards the school. --- Wisemon in their fit of anger and rage was causing the very library to shake, books would fall off their shelves, others would turn red symbolising damaged or corrupted files as a result of Wisemons fit. To see such a figure that had up to this point been at least somewhat intelligent and polite if at least threatening, be devolved down to a rabid beast and then even more frightening. Wisemon would just stop and calmly lift itself up. "Take them. The books. Take them far away from here and do it quickly. I am no longer suited to be the protector of these books. I do not care what your intention is, if your a bad person someone else will have to stop you. Just take them and leave before I inevitably change my mind." Wisemon would say their voice free of distortion. One last island of sanity before the darkest abyss of mindlessness. They were twitching oddly, like a bug being probed with a sharp stick. Their book they stood open shedding pages. It seems whatever Wisemon was doing it was only to stall for time.</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "...Rude thing, aren't you." Estelle hummed, narrowing her eyes at Wisemon and completely unfazed by his attitude. She had really done nothing wrong, had she? She most certainly hadn't been rude, either. Hmph, well, whatever then. She'd get into this library one way or another at some point. She was certain it was full of very useful information, and if this hermit didn't want to do the nice thing and share, things could always be persuaded otherwise. So, she turned to move towards the books as Wisemon ordered them to take something. "My Queen?" "Haaa, I don't like it. Not at all." Estelle replied with a sigh. "You, who have been utterly rude to me for know reason think to command me and ask me to help you?" Estelle's mouth turned upwards into a smirk. "I should burn this entire library down for your arrogance." She grabbed the book nearest to her - one saying something about Dianamon? She didn't care. "But since i am far more nice and benevolent than you seem to believe, I'll do it." "Hmph. My queen we should leave. Wisemon's data seems to be becoming increasingly unstable."</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon "I see..." Wakana mentioned as she listened to all of Wisemon's words. All these digimon sounded like... What? Myth? How odd, really. She would have asked more questions lending to how these books could spur digivolution as it were called but something... Weird happened. "W-woah!" Tinkermon yelled in reply to the screams of the library keeper. "He's going berserk!?" The small pixie seemed very concerned about that. "Take the books?" Wakana questioned, not really caring much for the state of this digimon. The scream was not something that bothered her much. This felt like some weird story more than it felt like real life. She quickly reached for the one with the diamond on it. It felt odd that the very thing that had accused them of stealing a tome was now telling them to take them but she won't complain. "What's even going on?" She asked as she started to turn around to run for where they came from. "Data corruption!? I-I don't know exactly! There's a few things it could be!" The little pixie said as she followed after, taking peaks at the ultimate level digimon. "Do you know where we're going?" She questioned as she followed behind her friend. "No idea. Just hoping we can go back the way we came, to be honest!" She looked at the others in the room. It seemed Estelle grabbed a book too. Perhaps she heard the talk Tinkermon and her had and was interested in the possibility of digivolution? Well, that much was fine then. "Grab a book and run, idiots!" It was too good a chance to pass up. Might as well make sure the others grabbed something.</s>	<\|message\|>Shion Hagane A Flower in Bloom (Part 4) --- Shion said nothing as she grabbed the next book in line, the one that apparently belonged to Venusmon, and started back towards the portal. She only made it a few feet before she stopped and turned around. "Wait a second. Are you guys even able to go through the portal we came from? Or should we try to leave through the entrance to the library?" "If we are unable to leave through the portal, so be it. It-" Renamon replied before being cut off. "No. Think about it, we're not able to get weapons, if we were attacked for these books then we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves. You made it sound like you can get stronger, strong enough to protect us and these books if we stay together. So we're staying together." Shion turned towards the others. "So unless one of you is willing to test the portal first, we should leave through the library's exit."</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +6:15 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: N/A --- --- The being hit their head with a sickening thunk and for a moment Tessa worried that Vinnie had killed them. But then they blinked. "Look I don't mean you any harm. I'm just a technician. Please." Tessa winced. They needed answers, but maybe almost killing technicians wasn't a good way to do it. "You can search me. I swear I don't have any weapons." "What about that weird device you've got?" Tessa asked them. She didn't bother trying to search the technician, Vinnie had them securely pinned. "That's just a computer. It stores information about the systems in here. It gave me an alert that a water valve had been shut off. I was coming to check pressures anyway and then you lot were attacking me." Tessa bit her lip at that answer and looked at Vinnie. "Maybe we take them with us back into the pipe to the rest of the group." She was convinced that what had transpired was a misunderstanding. She didn't trust the capitol Them, but this person was just a technician, a grunt. They probably didn't have a say in the kidnapping of the group even. Tessa realized she didn't know the being's name and felt weird about calling them the being and so on in her head so she asked, "What's your name?" "My designation is Y92-6." They said the dash. Tessa frowned, was Y92-6 a robot like the one girl in their group had been? "Hey, either of you got your steak knife still? See if they bleed green like the robot did?" Y92-6's eyes widened in fear. "Wait please don't hurt me. I swear I'm just a technician." They begged. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: --- --- With Cal's help, the group was able to get the camera taped to the grabbed Roomba. They soon had a makeshift set up and set the robot down. It returned to its hidey-hole and the group could watch on the monitor at the end of the line. It was dark in the tunnel, but thankfully the camera was equipped to handle that. At first, it was just a straight line, then it t-sectioned. "Turn left." Luke said forgetting that they didn't actually have control over how the Roomba moved. It turned right instead. Luke frowned but soon the view showed the Roomba joining several other Roomba in what could be best described as a charging room. There was a door though. Large and round. They had a route to an exit. There were now two doors the group could try, but getting to either would be a tight squeeze. Manny entered the room at that moment. "Zarina found someone. There apparently is a scuffle going on. What are you lot up to?" --- --- Atrium Manny nodded and moved away from the opening. As he made his way to the Galley he noticed Noah. "Hey, can you fit inside the pipe? You're small." Noah looked up at Manny. Several emotions crossed his face before he finally shrugged and stood up. Manny kept going and went into the Galley. "Excuse me Raynor, Sophia. Let me see if I fit." Noah said. When Raynor and Sophia had moved aside Noah easily pulled himself up into the pipe and made his way up it. He climbed up the ladder and found the scene of the girls fighting with the unnaturally tall person.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center Skills: Leadership --- --- Sophia looked down as Noah appeared right behind her and nodded slightly as she started to climb back up the ladder and out of the pipe finally. Getting a much better look of the area now, and started to approach Zarina, Tessa and Vinnie who had managed to subdue the alien guy, and started to approach him. She listened to it as it spoke to them and knelt down face to face, while looking at everyone else, she seemed to think that he was being genuine about it all. "Vinnie, Zari, Tessa I think it's telling the truth." Sophia said as she started to search Y92-6, she didnt find anything of use but took the device that Y92-6 was holding and turned it off handing it to Zari. "Try and find out what you can about this." She said looking back at the alien. "Just tell us what you know, you have my word that we wont hurt you. Just give us some answers, thats all we ask." Sophia said calmly while looking over at Vinnie. "We wont get anything if you threaten or kill Them." Sophia said trying to calm her cousin down some.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: Trivia Knowledge and History --- Greenie definitely needed some work when it came to her insults, but Vinnie was all about showing a united front when faced with Them. "Yeah, what she said!" Vinnie chimed in. She'd have to talk to Greenie about creative insults later in private. Everyone had things they could improve on, so there wasn't anything shameful in it. She continued to keep Them pinned down to the ground, even with their cries of just being a technician. "Even if you're just a technician, you work for Them! So if you're just following orders, you're a piece of walking - or I guess lying down - garbage. And if you believe in what's going on here, then you're double garbage! So either way, you're trash!" It didn't help that Y2K, as Vinnie mentally renamed Them, wasn't telling the full truth. She was pretty positive that they weren't being honest when it came to what the device did. She wasn't sure how she knew, but her gut was convinced of it - maybe she had done a video series on the Top Ten Liars of History or something. Her memories were still incredibly fuzzy and spotty. But since the device had given Them an alert about the water, it probably could do other cool things too. "Hey Greenie, Y2K's fancy gizmo is probably worth messing with. I don't doubt that they're a scared technician, but there's no way that's just a water pressure detector or whatever. It's gotta be a Chekhov's Gun." --- When Raynor and Sophia had moved aside Noah easily pulled himself up into the pipe and made his way up it. He climbed up the ladder and found the scene of the girls fighting with the unnaturally tall person. Raynor frowned. He was definitely too big to fit into the pipe as Noah and Sophia had. He wasn't getting anything back on the radio channel. He was grinding his teeth out of frustration, before he made a quick decision and he sprinted to the galley. "Shit got real. Zarina met Them. She isn't answering her radio."</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +7 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa and Gordon came up out of the pipe and joined the group on the catwalk. She had given Gordon a bit of a brief of what had been happening in the water processing room. Y92-6 looked upset from the first glance. Tessa had a feeling that Vinnie wasn't being compliant with Y92-6's wishes. She agreed though. Y92-6 was more valuable to them alive where they could answer questions. "I don't know. They don't tell me their plans. They certainly haven't gone around telling me why they've enslaved a bunch of people into robot bodies." Y92-6 sounded frustrated. Tessa could make a few guesses as to why. Her first guess was that Y92-6 was already a slave and here Vinnie was saying they weren't going to let Y92-6 go. "I can't help you. I don't think you understand that. Not I don't want to help you. I'd love to. If I could help you and everyone else imprisoned on this ship I would do anything. But I cannot. Where we stand is one of the few rooms I'm permitted. I've only have minutes more before my absence is noticed and checked. Killing me is the best way to keep it from being noticed. Get out of sight, back to the rooms. Then give it an hour and you can come back and exit out through the main door there." They pointed off behind a tank. "You can't access everything on the ship from there, but you'll be able to get to most places." Tessa was about to say something, but Noah pushed off from the railing and hit Y92-6. Tessa reached out on instinct but she was too slow. Both Noah and Y92-6 were tumbling over the railing. It felt like it was in slow motion as her fingers brushed the cloth of Noah's shirt. Part of Tessa hoped that Noah had done it on accident. The other part of her knew he hadn't. Noah had had a strange sadness since his memory had returned. He also had sympathized with Y92-6 more than anyone else. Y92-6 didn't fight it, they let themselves tumble over the railing. Neither screamed. They just both fell the hundreds of feet to the hard floor below. Surviving would be unlikely. Exactly one character will have a chance to roll to grab Noah OR Y92-6. --- --- Sector Two Group Containment - Atrium Sparky, having left the Galley, was followed by no one. For her sake that was probably a good thing. She missed the man with the knife slitting the throat of the robot. A fight was breaking out. Some of the noises could be heard through the echoing hallway that connected the three areas of the ship. Considering that it might not be a good idea for her to go back. At least not until things calmed down. However, the noise might cover up the sound of someone particularly strong trying to kick the grate in.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center -> Sector Two Group Containment (pipes) Skills: N/A --- --- "I'm not patronizing you Zari, it's smarter to at least have someone backing you up rather than doing things solo. We all should stick together, it's better to have the numbers in case there is someone hostile here." Sophia whispered back towards Zari, hoping that it would at least get Zari to trust her. When she turned her head slightly and looked up seeing Raynor coming down onto the ladder as well, and nodded towards him. She adjusted her grip on the ladder slightly as tried to make sure that she wouldnt tire herself out by holding herself onto the ladder when she heard Zari calling out to someone. Then a few seconds later she heard a woman's voice coming through the grate itself, she remained quiet for the most part and looked down at Zari it was her show really now at this point as well. Sophia turned her head up slightly hearing Cal's voice calling out to them, she didnt really have a reason to trust her, but Zari really hated her. She already knew what was going on with the others interrogating Y2K who Vinnie had dubbed and hoped that they would get some kind of information on whats actually going on this ship. "No there is someone else on the other end, just stay quiet." Sophia told Cal, as she waited to see what was going to happen next.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: Roller Derby --- Vinnie did her best to absorb the information that Y2K gave her. She tried to come up with some sort of funny device for recalling where the main exit was behind the tank - Thomas the Tank Engine departs from Water World in one hour maybe? It was the best thing that she could come up with, but she still figured she would have a better chance of remembering that than just straight up memorizing what Y2K had said. What happened next was purely driven by instinct and reflex honed from slamming into people at the rink. Noah had charged and slammed into Y2K, sending both of them toppling over. Tessa failed to grab them. Vinnie rushed forward, her hand latching onto the right arm... of Y2K. Noah had plummeted to his death. Her breath caught in her throat as some sort of sob as Vinnie desperately tried to pull Y2K on up, ashamed that she had basically forced Noah's death to be meaningless, but she wasn't going to let Y2K go. Y2K was their best chance at getting the upper hand in this situation. "I need some help," she pleaded, struggling as she tried to pull Y2K on up over the railing, but her grip was starting to slip. --- Raynor's throat went dry as the name Lana Sparks came back to haunt him. He had lost his best friend years ago, setting off on a fruitless quest to the United States in order to try and find her again. He had lost hope that he would find her ages ago, never daring to dream that he would find her again on some sort of alien ship or colony. He forgot how to speak for a moment, before his senses flooded back to him. The sounds of a fight were echoing down into the grate and Raynor's body reacted before his mind had even processed everything, as he kicked the grate open. "Lana? It's me.... Raynor..." he said uncertainly, crawling out of the grate and rising to his full height.</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Caliban "Cal" Castro --- --- --- --- Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk Skills: --- Cal buried her forehead into her hand, letting out a deep, shaky sigh. It was a mournful one, one of sorrow, but also of stress. What had happened was no doubt a tragedy, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it. If they spent too much time wallowing in their loss, then it wouldn't take long for the corpses to start piling up. So, as much as it pained the empathetic woman, they had to focus on the task at hand and honor their dead later. Some part of her was sure that the sudden sense of pragmatism was a coping mechanism to keep the painful memories away, but she didn't linger on this line of thought. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked over to Tessa. "Tess, could you run back over to the Galley and get us a bunch of green liquid? Maybe if we dump it down there on Noah, the bots will assume it was Y2K who fell over the edge. It sounds insensitive, but...it might keep them off our backs for a bit," Cal said, her lips curled into a frown. She then leaned over, putting a hand on Y92-6's shoulder and looking them in the eye, her voice suddenly softer. "Are you gonna need painkillers for the operation, or...is pain something you don't have to deal with anymore?"</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +7:45 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: --- --- Manny nodded and pulled the steak knife that he had kept from their experimenting earlier out of the towel he had wrapped it in and awkwardly shoved into his waistline. "You sure Y?" Manny shortened the robot's name further. They only nodded but glanced at Cal "That's a good idea. You can throw the limiter down too at that time. They might sense that and ignore the rest of the evidence. I don't know about pain. I can't really eat pain pills though so I will handle it." They looked back at Manny, nodded, and knelt down to make it easier for the guy to access their neck. Tessa started off back the way the group had come. "I'll go with you." Gordon said following after her. She gave him a nod and smile and the two hurried off. Gordon would have a good idea of what liquid could be used since he was a cook. Meanwhile, Manny started a gentle cut into the back of Y's neck. His hand was steady. The military and medical experience he had pre-space was clearly helping the situation. He was probably the best choice out of the group to be doing the unusual surgery. It took a few minutes and was messy. Manny had Luke hold the towel near the cut to keep the green fluid from going all down Y's back. Tessa and Gordon weren't back by the time he had finished though. Y was shaking a little, but it was not from pain. There was relief written on their face. "Thank you." They whispered out a gentle sigh. --- --- Sector Two Group Containment - Galley With the threat dealt with the group that belonged to Sector Two seemed to relax a little. One of their numbers had found help somehow. They didn't know how, but they were thankful. There were now three dead of the twelve that had woken in Sector Two and one was fading that direction. Even with the attention given to him he probably wouldn't survive another thirty minutes at best without the transfusion. Lucky for him there was one person who was medically trained. She went to the machine and was able to figure out what was needed. She also knew that there was universal donor blood. With that information, she set up the guy with a transfusion. The woman, dark hair and dark-skinned, worked calmly and efficiently. The Roomba continued its futile task.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Sector Two Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia took a step back letting the woman do her work on the wounded guy, she wasnt even sure what had set the guy off to go on a stabbing spree. She turned around wincing slightly seeing the body of the killer now on the ground as well, she looked over towards the others in the group seemed to be calming down. "Hi, my name is Sophia I am sorry that you all witnessed this." She said trying to avoid looking at the bodies of the dead that were in the room, while the roombas helplessly just tried to clean away the blood. Sophia went over towards Zari gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Are you doing alright Zari?" Sophia asked her, she watched as Lana tended to Raynor's injury she was glad that he was able to get some help. She couldnt help but start to worry about Vinnie as well her cousin was alone with the alien at the moment with some of the others as well to. "We are from another room, we managed to escape from which looks similar to where we were. Is there anything weird or anything odd that you found in your rooms also what are all of your names and do you guys remember anything?" Sophia could help but ask.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: N/A --- Vinnie frowned a bit, something in Cal's plan didn't quite add up to her. The aliens had to have cameras or something to monitor them at all times. They would know that Noah... She didn't want to voice the thought. They would see Y2K at some point, even if the robot was supposedly dead at the bottom. Was there a blindspot in the cameras? Could they just hide Y2K in the pipes, even though that had nearly killed Luke earlier? She bit her lip and paced back and forth for a minute, filled with jitters and nerves. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was safe. She couldn't even think of a safe course of action. Manny performed the surgery and Vinnie felt a little green as she watched. Y2K wasn't human, but they were still a living being. They could all easily end up like them, trapped in a body that didn't make any sense, subjected to the will of their captors. It was enough to make Vinnie want to throw herself over the ledge, to drown in all of this melancholy and take the easy way out. "I-is there a blindspot in the cameras?" Vinnie asked quietly. She assumed that there had to be cameras where they all had woken up earlier. --- "Could say the same to you, Lana," Raynor told her gruffly. She wasn't at all like he had remembered her. She wasn't the sweet little shy bookworm he had fallen in love with. It was like seeing a stranger possessing her body, a vicious mockery of who Sparks had once been.</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +1:30 Location: Unknown --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Manny stood near Zarina watching with interest. It was clear to him that what they had in front of them wasn't even human, which gave him some concerns. He glanced around at the others for a moment then focused on the body. "What can you tell about it?" Meanwhile, Kyle, stood up, with his cup of coffee, went out into the hall and back the way the girl had come. He knelt down a few times until finally, he was at the far end of the hall where he opened the door. He let out a low whistle. "When you're done with the robot come check this out." He shouted back at them. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa was trying to avoid vomiting as well. It wasn't easy, but she was able to keep what little breakfast she had eaten to stay down. She hadn't had a chance to respond to what she had found in her room. Now she wasn't certain if she wanted to share. Between the idea of it being some weird game show, and now the dead robot? There was a lot of meaning in a burned photo, and Tessa wanted to figure it out before sharing it with a bunch of randos. "I found a swimmers cap." Luke said. "I left it in the room though." He was staying at the table, with his back turned. Tessa didn't blame him, she wished she had kept her back turned. Tessa stepped over to the food machine and spent a minute searching menus. "Oh nice." She clicked a couple of buttons until a bright pink liquid in a cup was ejected. She drank it like a shot. Then she thought about it and pressed a few more buttons. Another cup was ejected, this one filled with a light brown liquid. She drank that and then turned back to the group around the table. "Okay, this machine is probably the coolest thing ever. It has an assortment of over the counter looking drugs, and booze." Tessa then looked at Zarina, "Alright pulling jaws off corpses aside, uh, what he said." She looked at Manny. Then hearing Kyle holler from down the hall she started that way.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: the Galley -> Hallway Skills: N/A --- Vinnie's brain was too focused on the horror scene in front of them to begin to process the fact that the ginger thought she looked familiar - or that people had found personal belongings in their room. Sure, she had found a pretty neat camera, but even that wasn't enough to pull her attention away from the zombie-robot the little girl was mutilating. She tried to cover her eyes with her fingers. She couldn't stop herself from looking though as Zarina pulled the jaw out, covered in the nasty green blood-fluid thing. "Holy shit!!" Vinnie screamed, her volume going up - as if she had to compensate for Cal also being loud. Yet unlike Cal, Vinnie couldn't stop herself from puking. She got up and tried to stagger away from the rest of the group, before she promptly puked onto the ground. Her breakfast pastry hadn't even been digested yet, the little fluffy bits now soggy and covered in stomach vile. Vinnie took deep breaths, bending and bracing herself on her knees as she tried to compose herself. Someone said that they needed to come look down the hallway. The thought of having to step by the robot zombie seriously gave her the creeps. "M-Maybe it's like the Blair Witch Project... but zombie-bots..." Vinnie mumbled. She wiped her mouth clean on the back of her arm as best as she could. The strong tanned guy, Raynor, wasn't disturbed at all by this. "Don't lose the jaw, kid, it might come in handy," he told Zarina. Maybe he had been some sort of mortician or something - or a homicide detective. The scene just wasn't getting to him, though he was a bit on edge due to the lack of memories. He didn't show it though. That was at least another clue to his life. He stepped over the robot and headed into the hallway. "Oh god, oh god..." Vinnie whimpered, as she practically ran past the robot-zombie, her eyes shut until it was out of sight and she was in the hallway.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia stared at Zarina as she walked over to the robo corpse and started to inspect it, she was kind of freaked out about it as well since it reminded her of a zombie, and she really hated zombies as well. She looked at Vinnie and some of the others Vinnie was freaking out a lot more than the others. She still really wasn't sure what was all going on, and looked at the jaw that Zarina had yanked out seeing that it was metal as well. "So a space zombie robot or something?" Sophia asked looking over towards the others, at the moment she wanted to know what was actually going on. Kyle decided to leave the room and started to follow the others who left the room as well, Sophia catching up to Vinnie and gently rested a hand on the girl's shoulder to try and comfort her. "It's okay, it's not going to hurt you." Sophia said reassuring her and giving her a friendly smile. She walked over to what Kyle was pointing at seeing the sky, and then noticed the ground as well there was a blanket with green goo on it, and knelt down to get a better look at it letting out a slight sigh there wasn't anything under it which was good.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley Skills: N/A --- --- "You people need to have a better stomach... That isn't even internal organs or anything that's spraying out and about! This could be way messier then it is, and honestly I'd probably still be curious or whatever if this was an actual person... But it isn't... This is a robot," Zarina said simply, looking the jaw over, twirling it a bit in her hands. She just shrugged in response to what Raynor said towards her as she set the jaw down on the ground by her, and really started looking over the robot, trying to push away some of the green goo that covered her hands, and her arms really at this point. Examining the robot, she saw that the entire skeleton appeared to be made of metal, adding to the assumption that this probably was just a robot and not what others were saying regarding zombies. She tilted the head of the thing backwards so that she could look more into the skull from where she had ripped the jaw off. Glancing up to look at the others, she decided to just be blunt about it. "Definitely going with her just being a robot, though some of this stuff is a bit weird... Her skeleton is completely metal yeah, but her brain seems almost like a mixture of some of the material in a standard human and that green hydraulic fluid... Oh, and the skin feels really weird, it actually feels like the skin of a human, but it doesn't have the same elasticity to it..." with those last words, she settled the robot's head back on the ground, picked up the jaw she had ripped off, and stood up again, looking in the direction everyone was heading. "What's going on over there?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Luke Valentine Time: +1:45 Location: Galley & Atrium --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Before them, where Kyle pointed up at, there was a giant heavily reinforced window. It revealed to those who had followed Kyle not just any sky, but one looking down on a planet. "I don't recognize it. That isn't Earth." Kyle said, his voice was tight. Noah was biting his lip looking around the room and window structure. He looked back down the hall, thinking. --- In the galley, a small square white bot came out of a hole that appeared in the wall near the floor. It went over to the vomit and sprayed water on it and then did a few passes until the vomit was gone. It then repeated the process with the cups of bourbon that Cal had dropped. The small robot then started toward the robot's body and started trying to clean up the green fluid that was all over the ground. "I think Kyle found something interesting down the hall passed our bedrooms. He looked like he was tracking where she came from." Gordon said to Zarina, he held his cup of coffee tightly. He was glancing occasionally at the body on the ground. He did give Cal a disapproving stare when she went for the second drink. He didn't blame her for the first, but was the second really necessary? "I don't think we are in a T.V. show. Want to see what they found?" He stood up, still holding the cup of coffee, and watched the small white robot try to clean up the mess around Zarina and the body. "Maybe there are clues as to what's going on. I think most everyone missed your assessment of the, I suppose android is a more appropriate term." --- --- Location: Galley -> Atrium Skill: N/A --- --- Luke, having kept his eyes from the body very carefully made his way from the Galley after the others to the Atrium. He had seen the woman and knew that she was oozing green fluid rather than red blood, but there was something that still set him on edge about the look of it. It was too real. If this was some T.V. show they could go to hell. There was no way he signed up for this. Walking back down the hall Luke made note that each room had the plaque with a number in front of it. There were twelve rooms, but there had only been eleven of them at the meal. He guessed that the dead girl should have been in the twelfth room, supposedly the room that no one else in the group belonged to. His eye caught a couple of green droplets on the ground. That must have been what Kyle had followed from the Galley. Luke wondered why Kyle had even thought to do that. He wouldn't have. Maybe if he had noticed it, but certainly not as a first idea. So who what Kyle? Who were the rest of the people? Who was the dead girl even? He stepped into the Atrium and looked at where Kyle was pointing. He let out a low whistle. Luke looked at the blanket that Sophia had picked up. "Which room was she in? Maybe there is a clue in there?" He knew he couldn't be the only one thinking that the dead robot girl might not be the only one who was a robot. Luke also knew he was only assuming that the girl had been in a room. The blanket and clothing matched his own, so it was likely. "Wait, Sophia, you said space robot zombie. Before we saw this. How did you know?" Manny turned to ask Sophia. Luke had tensed, half expecting the man to ask everyone to cut open their hands and prove they bled red. Some of that tension released when Manny instead questioned Sophia. It was a good question. "What do you mean space? How do you even know that is real?" Tessa asked, she was started running toward the window but paused for a moment as she passed one of the redwood trees. She reached out and touched the trunk. Luke was certain for a second that he thought she was crying, but she turned from the tree and continued forward to the window where she put her hand on it. "It is cool, uh, to the touch I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Hallway -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- Had she not been in a complete oh-my-god-robot-zombies-are-here-and-going-to-eat-us panic, Vinnie probably would've been able to appreciate Sophia trying to calm her down. Instead as Sophia put a comforting hand on her, all Vinnie could think about was what if Sophia was also one of these gross green zombies? Would the ginger explode and cover her in her gooey guts? Would some of it go into her mouth? Her stomach threatened to upchuck at that very thought. She couldn't imagine the goop tasted like green apple candy - probably more like dirt slug rot semen surprise. Vinnie swallowed thickly, before looking in the direction Kyle pointed. Her eyes widened and she completely forgot how horrified and disgusted and queasy she was feeling. "Holy shit..." she said again, this time filled more with awe and astonishment. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." The planet they were looking at looked more like the moon than the Earth, but the coloring was all wrong. She didn't see anything that looked like the massive oceans that spanned the globe and it wasn't grey enough to be the moon. "Wait, you said space! You're probably one of them... whoever them is!" Vinnie yelped, before running away from Sophia and hiding behind Kyle. A flash of panic and fear crossed Raynor's face, before he managed to get his expression under control again. "There's an easy way to figure out who is one of them... They bleed green. I'm assuming we bleed red. So how about we find a utensil from the food court area and see about ruling out any further surprises?" he suggested, though his gaze was fixed firmly on the planet, rather than the others.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia looked out of the window seeing literal space before them and what looked like a planet as well, she set the blanket down onto the ground. She couldn't recognize the planet below them either which was really unsettling to her, before looking over towards Manny who addressed her about the robot being a space robot zombie. The only thing she could think of were scifi movies usually robots were associated with space movies. "Uhm space, or scifi movies in general they tend to have robots in them?" Sophia said looking at them all, she didn't like the way that they all were looking at her. Vinnie of course started to freak out, calling her a robot as well letting out a slight sigh she didn't even know who she was so why would she even know that she was even a robot in the first place. "Hey if I was like that robot girl in the galley i'd probably would know what I was or something then. I don't even know who the hell I am in the first place to." Sophia said as she shook her head a little bit and looked at Raynor when he made his suggestion. "I'll be the first volunteer then if it makes you all happy?" She said.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- "It seems like it. How rude, ask questions about something and then completely ignore the answer," she responded to Gordon before looking over at Cal, a bit annoyed that she had asked about her keeping the jaw from the robot with her. "You have no idea how useful robotic parts can be! I can't take the whole head with me or anything like that, seriously. Use your brain if you have one!" she retaliated towards her, before another idea crossed her mind and she switched her attention back towards the robot's head. Setting the jaw down for a split second, she took her hand and reached towards the robot's right eye, before she carefully used her fingers to pry the eyeball out of it's socket. Having also stopped caring about whether or not she got dirty or anything. Picking the jaw back up as well, she stood up from the ground and looked at the eyeball in her hand. "Come along Mr. Eyeball, let's see what trouble everyone else is getting into shall we?" she said to the eye, not expecting a response or anything as she left the room to see what everyone else was looking at. "What's going on out here?" she asked, walking over and glancing up at the window, her eyes growing wide as she glanced up towards the window. "Whoa... That's cool," she muttered, almost holding up the eyeball so that if it actually was a living thing that could see, it would be looking out the window too. "What do you think about it Mr. Jaws? We definitely aren't where we're supposed to be I don't think," Zarina spoke turning to look at the robotic jaw that was in her other hand. When she heard Raynor suggest cutting people or whatever to determine if they were a robot or not, she instantly waved the hand with the jaw in it around. "Oooooh you can cut me open! I want to know how the non-robotic body works anyway!" she said instantly, before lowering her hands and looking once more at the robotic parts in her hands. "Though I think I should probably see about getting Mr. Eyeball and Mr. Jaws cleaned at some point, since the green hydraulic fluid is everywhere!"</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia turned her attention towards Zarina who came into the room carrying yet another robot body part this time it was the robot's eye, she cringed a little bit seeing it. She wasn't even sure if she was a robot herself either right now, she took a moment and looked out into space once more. Everyone was fine with her volunteering to cut herself just a little bit to prove that she wasn't a robot either, Zarina was instantly on bored with letting her be cut open which was really weird. "We just need a small nick or cut, no diesecting everyone to see if they are a robot or not." Sophia said while looking at the robotic eye again. "So, does anyone have something sharp on them?" Sophia asked looking at Luke who looked like he was freaking out just a little bit over just a small bit of blood. She just really wanted to get everyone off of her back, as far as she knew she was still human anyway, looking over at Vinnie who was being oddly quiet still as well. "Should we do this in the galley or right here?" Sophia asked, she wasn't sure how much they could access more of the ship or station whatever they were on either.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- The color drained from Vinnie's face. The ginger didn't even know if she was a robot zombie or not. The logical conclusion then was that anyone could be one of them - Vinnie could be a green space bug thing and she wouldn't even know it! She tried not to hyperventilate at the very thought. She felt human - but what did feeling human even feel like? She felt a little cold - or was she slightly hot? No, she was definitely just flustered and her body temperature was normal... Unless this wasn't what a normal body temperature was? If anyone else was one of the robots.... it was definitely the girl with the green hair. She came in, holding up the bits she had taken from the robot zombie carcass, talking to them like they were her pets. Hydraulic fluid sounded like something a robot would know about anyways. It was a lot more scientific than what Vinnie would have called it - green goo blood. One of the strangers/victims/potential robot zombies came up and tried to get her to do some breathing exercises. Vinnie definitely felt patronized by it - and her annoyance of it actually did manage to take her mind off of it some. "Thank you, but I reject your breathing exercises and the patriarchy you're clearly supporting with them! Women are allowed to have feelings, assuming that I'm being hysterical is systematic oppression! I'm sure that I am an educated person or something, but seriously, this situation is confusing and scary, so I am allowed to express my feelings without ridicule!" "Let's go back to the food area, we can find something sharp enough to break the skin there," Raynor told everyone. "Starting with Sophia... And look, clearly the kid is a bit of a weirdo, so I don't think we need to keep rehashing that. She isn't hurting anyone and she isn't going to hurt herself with the stuff. Hell, we could probably use the jaw to cut everyone. The kid also is the one who studied the corpse the most, so she can be the one to feel up the Scaredy Cat with the fake disease."</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: Atrium Skills: Mixed Trivia Knowledge --- --- "...What's wrong with being curious about things?" Zarina asked Cal, not really looking over at her, just looking at the eyeball and the robotic jaw that were in her hands. "I just wonder how things work... Why do you make that out to be such a bad thing?" she didn't even look over at Cal when she spoke, deciding to just ignore her entirely and pay attention to what everyone else was doing and talking about. It was definitely better then listening to any of the words coming out of Cal's mouth. "Ignore her Mr. Eyeball, she doesn't know what she's talking about," she said simply to the robotic eye as she listened in on everyone else. The others were still talking about cutting themselves to figure out if they were weird robot things or something, and one guy just started freaking out over the idea. Something because of hemophilia or something like that. "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke!" she blurted out, going with the random bit of knowledge in the back of her mind. "I have no idea what hemophilia is though... It's some weird blood thing right?" "It's when the blood in the body doesn't clot correctly. It makes it really hard to get someone to stop bleeding and even a small injury could be fatal," Manny explained to the group. "So... A knick or something could kill him? That's gotta suck horribly!" Zari said, shaking her head slightly as she started looking at the metal jaw in her hand again as she sort of started wandering around in circles a bit. Everyone was still blabbing about, talking about how they should cut themselves or whatever, and Raynor at least seemed to be defending her when it came to the way that she was acting, which was nice to hear that someone was perfectly fine with it. However, she decided that instead of talking, she was going to actually do something. "Okay Mr. Jaws, let's see how sharp and pointy you are," she said to the robotic part in her hand, before she held her arm up (not caring that the jaw and her arm were both still covered in hydraulic fluid) and used it to cut her own arm, not caring what anyone else thought about it. Her arm instantly started bleeding red, actual blood, and it seemed to almost mix with the fluid on her arm already. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! It's red, so that's actual blood, coooooooooooooool! Huh, wonder what color green and red make... Anyone else want to cut themselves? Though I'd suggest Mr. Jaws getting a bath first," she said, before holding the jaw out to others, her arm had some blood trailing along it.</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Galley -> Room 2 Skills: N/A --- Zarina was definitely insane and Vinnie actually felt a little bit bad for the space roomba. Cal seemed to be a different sort of crazy, wearing the fetish collar of the dead android. Vinnie shuddered, wondering if that was even sanitary. Vinnie considered herself to be the epitome of sanity as she cut off a hunk of her steak with her bloody knife and popped it into her mouth. She then got an idea and cut the rest of the steak up into small, nugget sized pieces that way she could bring the food with her on the search and continue to chow down. With everyone assigned into groups, Vinnie went with Sophia to room 2. "So, this seems like the same abject design horror that was in my room," Vinnie commented, looking around. She popped another steak nugget into her mouth and swallowed it, before holding out the plate to Sophia. Sophia had been proven to not be a zombie robot and she had given Vinnie a cherry soda, so her loyalty was at least temporarily assured. "This steak is really good if you want some. It's like little nugget sized pieces now too, so you can just pop it in and chew, no bloody knife needed! Wait, no, don't eat those. These probably have my blood on it. So unless you're a space vampire witch, they're all mine." She glanced around the room, setting her plate of blood contaminated steak down on top of the drawers. She started to tear apart the bed, pulling at the sheets and tossing them up into the air to try to shake something out, but nothing came. Vinnie frowned slightly. It had been a surefire way to find things or so it seemed. She turned to grab another piece of steak before she could've smacked herself, opening up the drawers. "Eureka! I found a photo!" she exclaimed to Sophia, pulling out a photograph of a girl sitting on Santa's lap. There was a woman nearby in the photograph, though her face was burned off. "Yikes, she must've been awful to get her face burned." --- Raynor glanced over at Zarina after the others left, seeing that she was pretty happy messing with the little robot. Gordon had decided to clean things up, so Raynor stepped up to the magical vending machine and messed with it for a moment. The steaks were queued up on the machine's menu and Raynor fiddled about with it for a little bit, until he found what he was looking for. He ordered up three things of rum. He downed the first one instantly, setting it aside, before grabbing the remaining two and he sat himself down at a table. "So are you trying to do anything in particular, kid?" he asked Zarina, nursing the second thing of rum.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Galley -> Room 2. Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia watched as Zarina went to tackle the little space Roomba, she did kind of find it a little bit cute and entertaining to watch as she managed to grab onto it and Raynor handing off the knife for her to dissect the thing. When her attention turned towards Cal and Kyle as the two answered her question and nodded slightly. She just wasn't sure if it was the robots or the previous persons' belongings, but partnering up wasn't a bad idea either. "Sounds good to me then." Sophia said as she followed behind Vinnie towards Room Two watching Vinnie eating some steak that she took with her and shook her head slightly. "No thank you, i'm good." Sophia said declining since she didn't really know her, still something nagged at her she knew Vinnie for some reason. Sophia started to make her way towards the bathroom and started to open everything in there, even going as far as trying to test if there was anything hollow by knocking on the wall. When she couldn't see or hear anything Sophia walked back into the bedroom as Vinnie searched the bedside table. Seeing the photo she still wasn't sure what it actually meant though but at least it was something as Sophia looked around the room once more. "The bathroom is clear. Cool photo though, I wonder who the woman is though." Sophia said shrugging slightly. "Should we head back?" Sophia asked Vinnie.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Zarina glanced over as it seemed like several people were pairing off to go look at other rooms or go exploring. In truth she kind of wanted to go too, but right now, she was more concerned with the robot in her hands who had tried to get away from her. "Nope, no can do... You are not going anywhere Zoomy," she said, now giving a name to the space roomba in her hands. A part of her was curious as to what was in the little cubby hole that Zoomy called a home, but figured she'd first learn what she could about the robot. Then she could see about poking her head over there to look. This entire place was just a bit insane in her mind, and she loved it so much. She looked up at Raynor as he asked her a question and she shrugged slightly in response. "I mainly want to see how Zoomy here works. I'm curious about it, since I mean, we have no idea how we got here or anything, so might as well try to learn as much about our environment as possible right? Besides, maybe I can get Zoomy to follow me around or something, now that would be cool," Zari told him with a bit of a smile on her face as she attempted to open up the robot with the knife, unfortunately, the robot's compartment seemed to be a bit jammed. "Ruuuuuuuuuuuuude Zoomy! Why is your thingy jammed or whatever! What is it even jammed with?" she said rather quickly, before looking at the opening a bit more. Clearly in her mind the thing wasn't designed correctly if the thing got jammed from liquid that the robot was designed to clean up. "Maybe we should give you an upgrade or something, since this is a bit ridiculous," she added, before getting up and going to the vending machine, before flipping through and managing to find some paper towels, which she then took and went back to the robot attempting to clean it up a bit before she tried opening the thing again.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Allison Harris Sophia Harris Character Quote: You can always make something from nothing. --- --- Character Summary Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Colorado Springs, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'7 Weight: 132lbs Body Type: Slender with some muscle due to her work in construction Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brownish red Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Cat tattoo between her shoulder blades, ears pierced, but no earrings. Personal Style: Sophia usually likes to wear warm clothes anywhere from a hoodie to a leather jacket and blue jeans. Colors though range from dark and boring colors to bright ones as well depending on her mood really as well. She doesn't like to wear high heels or anything fancy, preferring boots more than anything. --- --- Psychology Creative * OCD * * Smart * Compulsive * Adaptable * Selfless Self Assessment: Sophia thinks that she is pretty smart, and handy with her hands, and could probably make something if she put her mind to it. She thinks that she could be there for anyone who she would consider a friend or family member as well. She knows that her hands are pretty calloused so she worked a lot outside or with a lot of heavy lifting. Seeing her tattoo also, she thinks that she likes cats as well, she also has a picture of her late husband, so she knows that she was or is still married at one point or another, a mark where she had a wedding ring on her finger. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sophia is known to be a pretty friendly person once you get to know her though she is very weary of strangers or people she does not know very well. She doesn't trust people as easily once she gets to know you though she can be a very loyal friend and even helpful. Sophia is known to crack quiet a few good jokes every now and then, and will try and do whatever it takes to make a person smile however she is a little bit OCD and tries to make everything as perfect as possible. Sophia due to her job being a foreman can be a pretty good leader and will step up if she ever has to, she likes to listen to other and follow orders more though. She is a very kind leader as well and is willing to give people a chance, she is known to also be very protective over her friends and is willing to sacrifice herself to protect them at any cost. Habits: Whenever she is nervous or scared Sophia will bite her lower lip, her eye will twitch if she is lying or has something to hide, and taps her foot whenever she is impatient. Sophia is also very OCD whenever it comes to making something and tries to make things as perfect as possible. Hobbies: Whenever Sophia has free time she actually likes to read books or anything that she can get her hands on, she also liked to listen to music. As well as making metal sculptures whenever she has the materials to make some. Fears: * Spiders * Ghosts * Being Abandoned Likes: * Cats * Building things * Children * Books * Dancing * Sports Dislikes: * People who slack off * Loud cars * Zombie movies * Video games * Dogs * People who harm or hurt her friends and family. --- --- Skills General Skills: * Construction * Leadership * Metalworking * Heavy machinery * Engineering * Construction tools Combat Skills: * First aide * Handguns Possessions In-Room: A picture of her late husband, who she knew she had been married to, though she doesn't remember how they met really. --- --- History Biography Sophia's early life was fairly normal her father was a manager at a local grocery store in Colorado Springs, while her mother was a kindergarten teacher. Sophia instead of playing with Barbie's and doll houses, she actually liked playing with toy cars and playing in the dirt with the boys. Throughout grade school however Sophia was actually very smart and always strived to make her grades perfect, and never accepted anything lower then an A and even asked to retake tests just to get that perfect score. Sophia eventually made it to high school where she met her boyfriend and future husband Andrew the two hit it off very quickly. She eventually graduated with full honors, and decided that she wanted to work construction and spent the next several years learning hands on building, fixing and creating new things. Sophia then graduated a few years later and quickly was hired as a construction foreman, which she actually enjoyed. Then she married her high school sweetheart and the two bought a house together they lived like a happy couple. Then tragedy struck her husband Andrew was on his way home from work when he was hit by a drunk driver and was presumed dead at the scene, this devastated Sophia. She then decided that she would start a new life in Chicago. A Memory: Sophia remembers her wedding day really well, having her best friend as the maid of honor there at the wedding, and walking down the isle with her father. And then getting married, and a lot of dancing and drinking as well. And she remembered making plans on going on a honeymoon to the Bahamas with her husband that night as well. Realtionship: * Vinnie Grace Sophia and Vinnie are cousins. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Something From Nothing - Foo Fighters - Sonic Highways Extra Information: HoO the Hidden Gem Post, Dr. Rodney McKay from Stargate Atlantis. I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Caliban "Cal" Castro --- --- --- --- Location: Room 8 Skills: N/A --- Cal gave a slow, thoughtful nod at the talkative girl's Vinnie's input. She was probably right. They likely would have had to sign some sort of form, a realization that, while not disproving her theory entirely, put in a few extra complications. As people introduced themselves, she stared at them, trying to analyze whether or not they'd be the type to sign up for a memory-removing reality show. Cal wasn't sure why, but she felt like she herself would. Vinnie seemed like an obvious yes. She seemed more excited at the prospect of being on television than put out by it. Sophia was more difficult. Cal couldn't tell whether or not she'd willingly relinquish her memories, but, being a redhead, she'd probably be prime reality TV material. Zarina didn't even look old enough to sign for herself, so that was a strike against the theory. Tessa, while pretty, was pretty in an unconventional way, or, as reality shows might put it, an unmarketable way, so strike two. Kyle, though, seemed like a hit: seemingly extroverted, and attractive, the only two things that mattered to producers. That brought her to the man she'd been ogling earlier, and her shoulders dropped in disappointment. There was no way that Paranoia Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive would sign away his life for a little screen time. Even as he spoke, his words were quick and few. When he was done, Cal raised her eyebrows, waiting for a moment for him to continue, only to realize that he wasn't going to. Cal paused, before she began to put her hands together in a slow clap. "Blimey, brilliant speech, mate. Your use of the English language is truly somethin' to behold. You don't know how much of a relief it is to know we've got a poet in our midst," she said with a smirk, her words dripping with sarcasm. Her slow clapping came to an end when a few of the others began to discuss the objects they found in their rooms. "Just Vincent here," she said, pulling out her empty pill bottle and putting it on the table. She then got a look of remembrance, and began reaching for her other pocket, where the vial sat, saying, "Oh, and this weird little-" before stopping as she heard the sound of a door opening. She looked over, expecting to see another person come in and fill their extra seat. Her eyes went wide as she saw the woman with strange emerald liquid dripping out of her mouth and eyes. "MOTHERFUCKING CUNTBUCKET, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER FUCKING FACE?!" Cal yelled, leaping up, pushing back her chair to the point of it falling down behind her. She watched with horror as the youngest among them stood from her seat and approached the now fallen woman. "Wait, kid, Zarina, stay away from her! She's leakin' green for fuck's sake!" As Zarina approached the woman, Cal followed, though she stopped a solid five or so meters away from the body. She watched with worry and confusion, unsure of what the girl was doing as she grabbed onto the woman's jaw and began to pull. "What are you-" she began, lips curled down in disgust. Then there were snapping and squishing sounds, and the woman's detached jaw sat in Zarina's hands. Cal let out an audible gag, and she could feel the little she'd just eaten rush up her throat. She put her fist up against her lips. It took all her willpower to keep herself from puking, but she managed. Once the disgust had dimmed to a subtle queasy feeling, she looked back up at Zarina, specifically avoiding the body part in her hands. "Jesus fuck, her jaws off!" She seemed to be more focused on that little detail than Zarina's discovery that the woman was a robot.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +1:30 Location: Unknown --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Manny stood near Zarina watching with interest. It was clear to him that what they had in front of them wasn't even human, which gave him some concerns. He glanced around at the others for a moment then focused on the body. "What can you tell about it?" Meanwhile, Kyle, stood up, with his cup of coffee, went out into the hall and back the way the girl had come. He knelt down a few times until finally, he was at the far end of the hall where he opened the door. He let out a low whistle. "When you're done with the robot come check this out." He shouted back at them. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa was trying to avoid vomiting as well. It wasn't easy, but she was able to keep what little breakfast she had eaten to stay down. She hadn't had a chance to respond to what she had found in her room. Now she wasn't certain if she wanted to share. Between the idea of it being some weird game show, and now the dead robot? There was a lot of meaning in a burned photo, and Tessa wanted to figure it out before sharing it with a bunch of randos. "I found a swimmers cap." Luke said. "I left it in the room though." He was staying at the table, with his back turned. Tessa didn't blame him, she wished she had kept her back turned. Tessa stepped over to the food machine and spent a minute searching menus. "Oh nice." She clicked a couple of buttons until a bright pink liquid in a cup was ejected. She drank it like a shot. Then she thought about it and pressed a few more buttons. Another cup was ejected, this one filled with a light brown liquid. She drank that and then turned back to the group around the table. "Okay, this machine is probably the coolest thing ever. It has an assortment of over the counter looking drugs, and booze." Tessa then looked at Zarina, "Alright pulling jaws off corpses aside, uh, what he said." She looked at Manny. Then hearing Kyle holler from down the hall she started that way.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: the Galley -> Hallway Skills: N/A --- Vinnie's brain was too focused on the horror scene in front of them to begin to process the fact that the ginger thought she looked familiar - or that people had found personal belongings in their room. Sure, she had found a pretty neat camera, but even that wasn't enough to pull her attention away from the zombie-robot the little girl was mutilating. She tried to cover her eyes with her fingers. She couldn't stop herself from looking though as Zarina pulled the jaw out, covered in the nasty green blood-fluid thing. "Holy shit!!" Vinnie screamed, her volume going up - as if she had to compensate for Cal also being loud. Yet unlike Cal, Vinnie couldn't stop herself from puking. She got up and tried to stagger away from the rest of the group, before she promptly puked onto the ground. Her breakfast pastry hadn't even been digested yet, the little fluffy bits now soggy and covered in stomach vile. Vinnie took deep breaths, bending and bracing herself on her knees as she tried to compose herself. Someone said that they needed to come look down the hallway. The thought of having to step by the robot zombie seriously gave her the creeps. "M-Maybe it's like the Blair Witch Project... but zombie-bots..." Vinnie mumbled. She wiped her mouth clean on the back of her arm as best as she could. The strong tanned guy, Raynor, wasn't disturbed at all by this. "Don't lose the jaw, kid, it might come in handy," he told Zarina. Maybe he had been some sort of mortician or something - or a homicide detective. The scene just wasn't getting to him, though he was a bit on edge due to the lack of memories. He didn't show it though. That was at least another clue to his life. He stepped over the robot and headed into the hallway. "Oh god, oh god..." Vinnie whimpered, as she practically ran past the robot-zombie, her eyes shut until it was out of sight and she was in the hallway.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris Location: Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia stared at Zarina as she walked over to the robo corpse and started to inspect it, she was kind of freaked out about it as well since it reminded her of a zombie, and she really hated zombies as well. She looked at Vinnie and some of the others Vinnie was freaking out a lot more than the others. She still really wasn't sure what was all going on, and looked at the jaw that Zarina had yanked out seeing that it was metal as well. "So a space zombie robot or something?" Sophia asked looking over towards the others, at the moment she wanted to know what was actually going on. Kyle decided to leave the room and started to follow the others who left the room as well, Sophia catching up to Vinnie and gently rested a hand on the girl's shoulder to try and comfort her. "It's okay, it's not going to hurt you." Sophia said reassuring her and giving her a friendly smile. She walked over to what Kyle was pointing at seeing the sky, and then noticed the ground as well there was a blanket with green goo on it, and knelt down to get a better look at it letting out a slight sigh there wasn't anything under it which was good.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Allison Harris Sophia Harris Character Quote: You can always make something from nothing. --- --- Character Summary Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Colorado Springs, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'7 Weight: 132lbs Body Type: Slender with some muscle due to her work in construction Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brownish red Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Cat tattoo between her shoulder blades, ears pierced, but no earrings. Personal Style: Sophia usually likes to wear warm clothes anywhere from a hoodie to a leather jacket and blue jeans. Colors though range from dark and boring colors to bright ones as well depending on her mood really as well. She doesn't like to wear high heels or anything fancy, preferring boots more than anything. --- --- Psychology Creative * OCD * * Smart * Compulsive * Adaptable * Selfless Self Assessment: Sophia thinks that she is pretty smart, and handy with her hands, and could probably make something if she put her mind to it. She thinks that she could be there for anyone who she would consider a friend or family member as well. She knows that her hands are pretty calloused so she worked a lot outside or with a lot of heavy lifting. Seeing her tattoo also, she thinks that she likes cats as well, she also has a picture of her late husband, so she knows that she was or is still married at one point or another, a mark where she had a wedding ring on her finger. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sophia is known to be a pretty friendly person once you get to know her though she is very weary of strangers or people she does not know very well. She doesn't trust people as easily once she gets to know you though she can be a very loyal friend and even helpful. Sophia is known to crack quiet a few good jokes every now and then, and will try and do whatever it takes to make a person smile however she is a little bit OCD and tries to make everything as perfect as possible. Sophia due to her job being a foreman can be a pretty good leader and will step up if she ever has to, she likes to listen to other and follow orders more though. She is a very kind leader as well and is willing to give people a chance, she is known to also be very protective over her friends and is willing to sacrifice herself to protect them at any cost. Habits: Whenever she is nervous or scared Sophia will bite her lower lip, her eye will twitch if she is lying or has something to hide, and taps her foot whenever she is impatient. Sophia is also very OCD whenever it comes to making something and tries to make things as perfect as possible. Hobbies: Whenever Sophia has free time she actually likes to read books or anything that she can get her hands on, she also liked to listen to music. As well as making metal sculptures whenever she has the materials to make some. Fears: * Spiders * Ghosts * Being Abandoned Likes: * Cats * Building things * Children * Books * Dancing * Sports Dislikes: * People who slack off * Loud cars * Zombie movies * Video games * Dogs * People who harm or hurt her friends and family. --- --- Skills General Skills: * Construction * Leadership * Metalworking * Heavy machinery * Engineering * Construction tools Combat Skills: * First aide * Handguns Possessions In-Room: A picture of her late husband, who she knew she had been married to, though she doesn't remember how they met really. --- --- History Biography Sophia's early life was fairly normal her father was a manager at a local grocery store in Colorado Springs, while her mother was a kindergarten teacher. Sophia instead of playing with Barbie's and doll houses, she actually liked playing with toy cars and playing in the dirt with the boys. Throughout grade school however Sophia was actually very smart and always strived to make her grades perfect, and never accepted anything lower then an A and even asked to retake tests just to get that perfect score. Sophia eventually made it to high school where she met her boyfriend and future husband Andrew the two hit it off very quickly. She eventually graduated with full honors, and decided that she wanted to work construction and spent the next several years learning hands on building, fixing and creating new things. Sophia then graduated a few years later and quickly was hired as a construction foreman, which she actually enjoyed. Then she married her high school sweetheart and the two bought a house together they lived like a happy couple. Then tragedy struck her husband Andrew was on his way home from work when he was hit by a drunk driver and was presumed dead at the scene, this devastated Sophia. She then decided that she would start a new life in Chicago. A Memory: Sophia remembers her wedding day really well, having her best friend as the maid of honor there at the wedding, and walking down the isle with her father. And then getting married, and a lot of dancing and drinking as well. And she remembered making plans on going on a honeymoon to the Bahamas with her husband that night as well. Realtionship: * Vinnie Grace Sophia and Vinnie are cousins. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Something From Nothing - Foo Fighters - Sonic Highways Extra Information: HoO the Hidden Gem Post, Dr. Rodney McKay from Stargate Atlantis. I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Luke Valentine Time: +1:45 Location: Galley & Atrium --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Before them, where Kyle pointed up at, there was a giant heavily reinforced window. It revealed to those who had followed Kyle not just any sky, but one looking down on a planet. "I don't recognize it. That isn't Earth." Kyle said, his voice was tight. Noah was biting his lip looking around the room and window structure. He looked back down the hall, thinking. --- In the galley, a small square white bot came out of a hole that appeared in the wall near the floor. It went over to the vomit and sprayed water on it and then did a few passes until the vomit was gone. It then repeated the process with the cups of bourbon that Cal had dropped. The small robot then started toward the robot's body and started trying to clean up the green fluid that was all over the ground. "I think Kyle found something interesting down the hall passed our bedrooms. He looked like he was tracking where she came from." Gordon said to Zarina, he held his cup of coffee tightly. He was glancing occasionally at the body on the ground. He did give Cal a disapproving stare when she went for the second drink. He didn't blame her for the first, but was the second really necessary? "I don't think we are in a T.V. show. Want to see what they found?" He stood up, still holding the cup of coffee, and watched the small white robot try to clean up the mess around Zarina and the body. "Maybe there are clues as to what's going on. I think most everyone missed your assessment of the, I suppose android is a more appropriate term." --- --- Location: Galley -> Atrium Skill: N/A --- --- Luke, having kept his eyes from the body very carefully made his way from the Galley after the others to the Atrium. He had seen the woman and knew that she was oozing green fluid rather than red blood, but there was something that still set him on edge about the look of it. It was too real. If this was some T.V. show they could go to hell. There was no way he signed up for this. Walking back down the hall Luke made note that each room had the plaque with a number in front of it. There were twelve rooms, but there had only been eleven of them at the meal. He guessed that the dead girl should have been in the twelfth room, supposedly the room that no one else in the group belonged to. His eye caught a couple of green droplets on the ground. That must have been what Kyle had followed from the Galley. Luke wondered why Kyle had even thought to do that. He wouldn't have. Maybe if he had noticed it, but certainly not as a first idea. So who what Kyle? Who were the rest of the people? Who was the dead girl even? He stepped into the Atrium and looked at where Kyle was pointing. He let out a low whistle. Luke looked at the blanket that Sophia had picked up. "Which room was she in? Maybe there is a clue in there?" He knew he couldn't be the only one thinking that the dead robot girl might not be the only one who was a robot. Luke also knew he was only assuming that the girl had been in a room. The blanket and clothing matched his own, so it was likely. "Wait, Sophia, you said space robot zombie. Before we saw this. How did you know?" Manny turned to ask Sophia. Luke had tensed, half expecting the man to ask everyone to cut open their hands and prove they bled red. Some of that tension released when Manny instead questioned Sophia. It was a good question. "What do you mean space? How do you even know that is real?" Tessa asked, she was started running toward the window but paused for a moment as she passed one of the redwood trees. She reached out and touched the trunk. Luke was certain for a second that he thought she was crying, but she turned from the tree and continued forward to the window where she put her hand on it. "It is cool, uh, to the touch I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Hallway -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- Had she not been in a complete oh-my-god-robot-zombies-are-here-and-going-to-eat-us panic, Vinnie probably would've been able to appreciate Sophia trying to calm her down. Instead as Sophia put a comforting hand on her, all Vinnie could think about was what if Sophia was also one of these gross green zombies? Would the ginger explode and cover her in her gooey guts? Would some of it go into her mouth? Her stomach threatened to upchuck at that very thought. She couldn't imagine the goop tasted like green apple candy - probably more like dirt slug rot semen surprise. Vinnie swallowed thickly, before looking in the direction Kyle pointed. Her eyes widened and she completely forgot how horrified and disgusted and queasy she was feeling. "Holy shit..." she said again, this time filled more with awe and astonishment. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." The planet they were looking at looked more like the moon than the Earth, but the coloring was all wrong. She didn't see anything that looked like the massive oceans that spanned the globe and it wasn't grey enough to be the moon. "Wait, you said space! You're probably one of them... whoever them is!" Vinnie yelped, before running away from Sophia and hiding behind Kyle. A flash of panic and fear crossed Raynor's face, before he managed to get his expression under control again. "There's an easy way to figure out who is one of them... They bleed green. I'm assuming we bleed red. So how about we find a utensil from the food court area and see about ruling out any further surprises?" he suggested, though his gaze was fixed firmly on the planet, rather than the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia looked out of the window seeing literal space before them and what looked like a planet as well, she set the blanket down onto the ground. She couldn't recognize the planet below them either which was really unsettling to her, before looking over towards Manny who addressed her about the robot being a space robot zombie. The only thing she could think of were scifi movies usually robots were associated with space movies. "Uhm space, or scifi movies in general they tend to have robots in them?" Sophia said looking at them all, she didn't like the way that they all were looking at her. Vinnie of course started to freak out, calling her a robot as well letting out a slight sigh she didn't even know who she was so why would she even know that she was even a robot in the first place. "Hey if I was like that robot girl in the galley i'd probably would know what I was or something then. I don't even know who the hell I am in the first place to." Sophia said as she shook her head a little bit and looked at Raynor when he made his suggestion. "I'll be the first volunteer then if it makes you all happy?" She said.</s>
<\|description\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Lana "Sparky" Sparks Character Quote: "Look, just because you are slow in figuring things out, doesn't mean I have to be." --- --- Character Summary Age: 28 Birthday: February 21 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: New York City, New York Gender: Female Languages: English, Norwegian --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet, 4 inches Weight: 119 pounds Body Type: Slim Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, a tattoo on the side of her neck, several scars all along her body, as well as one that goes down the right side of her face. Personal Style: The typical type of clothing that she prefers to wear is jeans, a shirt, and a light weight jacket of sorts that is tossed on top of it all, with combat boots. She tends to like to wear something that has a slight hint of style to it, but is fairly comfortable for her to wear. There isn't too much else that she likes to wear, this is the sort of clothing that she likes to wear, however for the past several years she hasn't really worn much in the ways of colors aside from black and green, but she was able to have some blues in her wardrobe. --- --- Psychology Creative * Quiet * Smart * Stubborn * Determined * Cynical Self Assessment: Just about everyone imaginable would probably say that Sparky should end up in a psychiatric hospital. With the life she's had and what she has endured for the past 12 years, it is kind of hard not to think that sort of thing. She is very withdrawn and doesn't trust anyone all too easily, as if they are all out to get her. Personally, Sparky has no idea what to think of herself, and wouldn't really think anything of who she is as a person, but that didn't matter at all. The things that have happened during her life so far have shaped who she has become as she grew older, and nothing like that can easily be forgotten. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sparky is a withdrawn individual whose past shapes who she is as a person. She is mistrustful of everyone that she interacts with, and doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, which doesn't make things very easy when it comes to making friends. Though she is fairly friendly once you get to know her, getting to know her at all is near impossible as she shuts down and doesn't listen to anyone if she can't help it. Her intelligence is something that sticks out though when someone meets her, and she won't hesitate to partially prove that she is the smartest one in the room if she is able to. Habits: Tapping her foot, twisting her hair Hobbies: Writing, drawing Fears: * Heights * Spiders * Being alone Likes: * Books * Writing * Drawing * Animals * Comic Books * Robots Dislikes: * Bullies * Her family * People reading her stories * Bugs * Fire * Being without electricity --- --- Skills General Skills: * Electrical Engineering * Robotics * Astronomy * Medical Knowledge * Writing * Drawing Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows) * Pistols * Unarmed Combat Possessions In-Room: An Incredible Hulk comic book --- --- History Biography Lana Sparks was born in New York City to Bruce and Tracey Sparks, and she was the youngest of three, with an older brother (Charlie) and an older sister (Laurel). It was clear from a young age that her mind didn't even seem to work the exact same as those of her siblings, as she started thinking about ways to get electrical circuits to move along. To create them on her own, and her parents both believed that there likely wasn't many opportunities for her to really excel where she was, and they were both having problems with understanding the way that her mind worked. When she was 8 years old, they decided to send her away to a boarding school, however this resulted in her resenting them, as the boarding school was insanely far away from her home in the United States, nope, she was heading to of all places Norway. She never really spoke much to her family, due to the problem of time zone differences. However, she did make one friend that she truly cared for, and that was when she met someone who was a year older then her, and his name was Raynor Blake. It helped her to forget her family, and what they had more or less done to her by sending her away, the instant that she had a friend. He helped her to understand how things worked in Norway, as well as helped her to learn the native language there. As they grew older, she developed a bit of a crush on him, but she never told him anything about that, just continuing to play off as being just friends for right now. Though Lana was never going to get the chance to ever really tell him about how she felt, since everything changed not long after she had turned 16 years old. There were talks of a cult that had formed in the area, but no one ever really thought much of it, that is, until they attacked the boarding school that had been her home for so long. The gunfire and chaos that ensued caused ringing in her ears, and before she knew it, she and a few others from her class ended up being taken away from the school, by the cult that she learned was called the Children of Loki, the Norse trickster god who always caused chaos. That was the end of her old life, and the beginning of her new one. For the first few years, she fought back against the cult that had pulled her away from her old life, but whenever she fought back it only ever resulted in her getting hurt. It's partially how she got the scars that were now on her body, and like all of the other "new recruits" into the cult, she had the symbol for Loki tattooed on her neck. After a while, she fought back less and less, and eventually, after 4 years, she finally broke and gave into what they were doing, and soon started to believe in what it was that they were doing. She learned how to fight, and soon was going off with them on more then a few trips to bring in new members, and more then once did she end up taking the life of an innocent person because of this. In order to cope, her mind shut out most of what it was that was going on, and refused to acknowledge what it is that she was doing. Her one solace was the fact that the cult didn't seem to be against reading or writing, and she immersed herself into fantasy worlds, as well as comic books, in order to get away from her reality. The pain that she has endured so far in her life, it hasn't been great. The cult leader gave "sermons" once a week, and every so often if he thought a member of the cult wasn't fully into the cause, they would be shot dead on the spot, and a funeral would happen later that night, before they were buried. She always worried that there would be a reason for the leader to just kill her, and every so often she personally would think about maybe that sort of thing not being a bad thing, but there wasn't much she could do but survive. A memory: The attack on her boarding school that resulted in her getting kidnapped. She doesn't remember specifics, but she remembers the chaos and the sounds of gunfire. Relationship: Raynor Blake - Best friend from when she was a kid who she had a crush on, despite never telling him how she felt. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: AC/DC - Thunderstruck Extra Information: Wash from Firefly! Posty Post I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center -> Sector Two Group Containment (pipes) Skills: N/A --- --- "I'm not patronizing you Zari, it's smarter to at least have someone backing you up rather than doing things solo. We all should stick together, it's better to have the numbers in case there is someone hostile here." Sophia whispered back towards Zari, hoping that it would at least get Zari to trust her. When she turned her head slightly and looked up seeing Raynor coming down onto the ladder as well, and nodded towards him. She adjusted her grip on the ladder slightly as tried to make sure that she wouldnt tire herself out by holding herself onto the ladder when she heard Zari calling out to someone. Then a few seconds later she heard a woman's voice coming through the grate itself, she remained quiet for the most part and looked down at Zari it was her show really now at this point as well. Sophia turned her head up slightly hearing Cal's voice calling out to them, she didnt really have a reason to trust her, but Zari really hated her. She already knew what was going on with the others interrogating Y2K who Vinnie had dubbed and hoped that they would get some kind of information on whats actually going on this ship. "No there is someone else on the other end, just stay quiet." Sophia told Cal, as she waited to see what was going to happen next.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Catwalk Skills: Roller Derby --- Vinnie did her best to absorb the information that Y2K gave her. She tried to come up with some sort of funny device for recalling where the main exit was behind the tank - Thomas the Tank Engine departs from Water World in one hour maybe? It was the best thing that she could come up with, but she still figured she would have a better chance of remembering that than just straight up memorizing what Y2K had said. What happened next was purely driven by instinct and reflex honed from slamming into people at the rink. Noah had charged and slammed into Y2K, sending both of them toppling over. Tessa failed to grab them. Vinnie rushed forward, her hand latching onto the right arm... of Y2K. Noah had plummeted to his death. Her breath caught in her throat as some sort of sob as Vinnie desperately tried to pull Y2K on up, ashamed that she had basically forced Noah's death to be meaningless, but she wasn't going to let Y2K go. Y2K was their best chance at getting the upper hand in this situation. "I need some help," she pleaded, struggling as she tried to pull Y2K on up over the railing, but her grip was starting to slip. --- Raynor's throat went dry as the name Lana Sparks came back to haunt him. He had lost his best friend years ago, setting off on a fruitless quest to the United States in order to try and find her again. He had lost hope that he would find her ages ago, never daring to dream that he would find her again on some sort of alien ship or colony. He forgot how to speak for a moment, before his senses flooded back to him. The sounds of a fight were echoing down into the grate and Raynor's body reacted before his mind had even processed everything, as he kicked the grate open. "Lana? It's me.... Raynor..." he said uncertainly, crawling out of the grate and rising to his full height.</s>	<\|message\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Location: Sector Two - Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Zari glanced backwards when she heard Cal's voice, and she made a bit of a face. She really wanted to stay far far away from Cal, and the fact that Cal was being more then a bit annoying and seemingly following her around when she had said she needed to stay away from her was really really annoying. "...I told her to leave me alone so why won't she leave me alone?" she couldn't help but mutter, not really talking to anyone in particular as the sounds of a fight seemingly broke out from the direction that Sparky had come from. Things certainly were getting to be a bit interesting, first they ran into an alien or whatever the person had been, and now more normal people were breaking out into a fight. "Uh, how many are in your group or whatever? And how many are in the pipe right now?" Sparky asked, raising a bit of an eye brow at the group that was talking to her from the pipe. She only had been really talking to Zari, but she heard other voices to indicate that there were more people along with her. That was definitely an interesting sort of thing and made her wonder what was going no with their group of people. If there were more of them, how many were in the group? She had a few questions, but right now was mainly the issue of getting the grate opened. "Whatever you say... But can she not tag along or whatever?" she said to Sophia before nodding her head towards Cal once more. She really really really didn't want to be anywhere near her, and it would probably just be better if she didn't follow after her. "There are 3 of us," she added, answering Sparky's question and ignoring Cal's existence entirely. Zari moved out of the way slightly for Raynor to just kick the grate out, which was something she hadn't even really been expecting. "I mean, I guess that works just as well as using a tool or whatever to open it," she commented as she crawled out of the pipe and stood up fully. "Wait you know her?" Zari asked Raynor when it was clear that he recognized Sparky. Lana hadn't had much time to really move out of the way before the group kicked in the grate and started crawling out of the pipe entirely. She gave Raynor a weird look when he spoke to her, as he seemed to know who she was at the least. "Um, is that name supposed to mean something to me? I don't even know who the hell I am aside from my name, so why the hell would I seemingly know who the hell you are?" she asked him, shaking her head before glancing towards the doorway for a moment. "Someone turned out to be a robot and some weird lunatic dude is waving a knife around last I checked before I left the area, so that's what that commotion is," Sparky commented to them with a shrug.</s>
<\|description\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Lana "Sparky" Sparks Character Quote: "Look, just because you are slow in figuring things out, doesn't mean I have to be." --- --- Character Summary Age: 28 Birthday: February 21 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: New York City, New York Gender: Female Languages: English, Norwegian --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet, 4 inches Weight: 119 pounds Body Type: Slim Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, a tattoo on the side of her neck, several scars all along her body, as well as one that goes down the right side of her face. Personal Style: The typical type of clothing that she prefers to wear is jeans, a shirt, and a light weight jacket of sorts that is tossed on top of it all, with combat boots. She tends to like to wear something that has a slight hint of style to it, but is fairly comfortable for her to wear. There isn't too much else that she likes to wear, this is the sort of clothing that she likes to wear, however for the past several years she hasn't really worn much in the ways of colors aside from black and green, but she was able to have some blues in her wardrobe. --- --- Psychology Creative * Quiet * Smart * Stubborn * Determined * Cynical Self Assessment: Just about everyone imaginable would probably say that Sparky should end up in a psychiatric hospital. With the life she's had and what she has endured for the past 12 years, it is kind of hard not to think that sort of thing. She is very withdrawn and doesn't trust anyone all too easily, as if they are all out to get her. Personally, Sparky has no idea what to think of herself, and wouldn't really think anything of who she is as a person, but that didn't matter at all. The things that have happened during her life so far have shaped who she has become as she grew older, and nothing like that can easily be forgotten. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sparky is a withdrawn individual whose past shapes who she is as a person. She is mistrustful of everyone that she interacts with, and doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, which doesn't make things very easy when it comes to making friends. Though she is fairly friendly once you get to know her, getting to know her at all is near impossible as she shuts down and doesn't listen to anyone if she can't help it. Her intelligence is something that sticks out though when someone meets her, and she won't hesitate to partially prove that she is the smartest one in the room if she is able to. Habits: Tapping her foot, twisting her hair Hobbies: Writing, drawing Fears: * Heights * Spiders * Being alone Likes: * Books * Writing * Drawing * Animals * Comic Books * Robots Dislikes: * Bullies * Her family * People reading her stories * Bugs * Fire * Being without electricity --- --- Skills General Skills: * Electrical Engineering * Robotics * Astronomy * Medical Knowledge * Writing * Drawing Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows) * Pistols * Unarmed Combat Possessions In-Room: An Incredible Hulk comic book --- --- History Biography Lana Sparks was born in New York City to Bruce and Tracey Sparks, and she was the youngest of three, with an older brother (Charlie) and an older sister (Laurel). It was clear from a young age that her mind didn't even seem to work the exact same as those of her siblings, as she started thinking about ways to get electrical circuits to move along. To create them on her own, and her parents both believed that there likely wasn't many opportunities for her to really excel where she was, and they were both having problems with understanding the way that her mind worked. When she was 8 years old, they decided to send her away to a boarding school, however this resulted in her resenting them, as the boarding school was insanely far away from her home in the United States, nope, she was heading to of all places Norway. She never really spoke much to her family, due to the problem of time zone differences. However, she did make one friend that she truly cared for, and that was when she met someone who was a year older then her, and his name was Raynor Blake. It helped her to forget her family, and what they had more or less done to her by sending her away, the instant that she had a friend. He helped her to understand how things worked in Norway, as well as helped her to learn the native language there. As they grew older, she developed a bit of a crush on him, but she never told him anything about that, just continuing to play off as being just friends for right now. Though Lana was never going to get the chance to ever really tell him about how she felt, since everything changed not long after she had turned 16 years old. There were talks of a cult that had formed in the area, but no one ever really thought much of it, that is, until they attacked the boarding school that had been her home for so long. The gunfire and chaos that ensued caused ringing in her ears, and before she knew it, she and a few others from her class ended up being taken away from the school, by the cult that she learned was called the Children of Loki, the Norse trickster god who always caused chaos. That was the end of her old life, and the beginning of her new one. For the first few years, she fought back against the cult that had pulled her away from her old life, but whenever she fought back it only ever resulted in her getting hurt. It's partially how she got the scars that were now on her body, and like all of the other "new recruits" into the cult, she had the symbol for Loki tattooed on her neck. After a while, she fought back less and less, and eventually, after 4 years, she finally broke and gave into what they were doing, and soon started to believe in what it was that they were doing. She learned how to fight, and soon was going off with them on more then a few trips to bring in new members, and more then once did she end up taking the life of an innocent person because of this. In order to cope, her mind shut out most of what it was that was going on, and refused to acknowledge what it is that she was doing. Her one solace was the fact that the cult didn't seem to be against reading or writing, and she immersed herself into fantasy worlds, as well as comic books, in order to get away from her reality. The pain that she has endured so far in her life, it hasn't been great. The cult leader gave "sermons" once a week, and every so often if he thought a member of the cult wasn't fully into the cause, they would be shot dead on the spot, and a funeral would happen later that night, before they were buried. She always worried that there would be a reason for the leader to just kill her, and every so often she personally would think about maybe that sort of thing not being a bad thing, but there wasn't much she could do but survive. A memory: The attack on her boarding school that resulted in her getting kidnapped. She doesn't remember specifics, but she remembers the chaos and the sounds of gunfire. Relationship: Raynor Blake - Best friend from when she was a kid who she had a crush on, despite never telling him how she felt. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: AC/DC - Thunderstruck Extra Information: Wash from Firefly! Posty Post I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Sector Two Atrium -> Galley Skills: construction, engineering, and first aide --- --- Sophia could hear the chaos going on in the next room, as she watched Lana going off towards the Galley while looking at Raynor and Zarina. "She seems to be a stubborn one, i'm going to go and help her. One of you guys if you can go and get the others, we may need help." Sophia said, and quickly started to make her way towards the galley and paused for a moment as she watched the chaos right then and there. Seeing two bodies on the ground, one was obviously human with the red blood while the other was pretty much a robot seeing the green blood. She didnt really care if the stabby person was going to attack her or not, Sophia saw one of the guys injuries wasnt looking good at all and quickly ran over towards the replicator thing. Sophia went over through the options, using the skills that she knew and managed to make a few bandages though it was pretty difficult to do. She quickly ran over towards the guy looking over at him, trying to give him a smile to try and reassure him. "Hey, i'm Sophia let me just help you out alright?" She said as she removed the hand seeing the blood, and started to patch him up, the guy looked really pale from the blood loss. "He's going to need a blood transfusion, I have no idea how to do that.." She said mostly to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Catwalk Skills: N/A --- "We don't even know what religion he is... Like, would he want to be cremated or buried? I guess that doesn't matter since... I don't think we can retrieve his body. Maybe... maybe we should just hold hands and make a flower arrangement or something with the vending machine, that might be nice?" Vinnie mumbled. She couldn't remember Noah's last name either. She couldn't remember his face before he had fallen anymore, every image of him just reducing to the battered corpse at the very bottom. She blinked, wiping away a few tears that had fallen. To honor Noah, they had to escape from here. "...Manny, you've got a knife, can you get the thingymabob out of Y2K? Greenie isn't around and I don't think I'm qualified to do it," Vinnie asked. She didn't want to accidentally kill Y2K, then all of this would have been for nothing. Noah would have died for nothing. They would all end up dead or enslaved or something worse. Maybe Noah had made the right call, jumping down there. If they survived all of this... what would they find on Earth? What would they have to go home to? --- Raynor's eye twitched as Sparky yelled at him, going on off to make an incredibly stupid decision. He supposed that he should have expected her to be stubborn, but suicidal and reckless? This was the sort of behavior that was probably behind her disappearance in the first place! He hurried off with Sophia, making his way to the sector two galley. Entering the galley, he quickly looked around for any hostiles. There was one deceased robot, several people cowering in fear, and then a madman with a knife. He didn't hesitate as he dashed forward to disarm him, his movements almost flawless. He slashed the knife man's throat with his blade, killing him. It was only after his body dropped that Raynor felt the screaming pain in his arm, as blood gushed from his artery. The madman must have slashed him before he went down.</s>	<\|message\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Location: Sector Two - The Galley Skills: Medical Knowledge --- --- Zari wasn't too sure about everything, the newer girl seemed a bit strange to her, but that didn't matter as everyone else headed off after her, and despite what Sophia had said, Zari didn't want to go back up the pipe to deal with Cal at all. "Hey don't leave me behind!" she called after them, before racing out of the Atrium and to the Galley in order to potentially see what was going on. Of course heading off towards the chaos sounds and someone threatening to kill everyone wasn't probably a good thing, but she didn't want to be left behind. Sparky was more then a little bit annoyed with what it was that Raynor was saying or how he was more of acting. He didn't seem to be fine with letting her do what she wanted, and it annoyed her to no end. That was why she ended up storming off like that, since she wanted him to flat out accept that he couldn't control her actions or whatever she did. She had expected the group to follow after her into the chaos, and she just glanced around the room at the others who were in her own group. "Oh, found some other people by the way," she commented nonchalantly to them with a bit of a shrug. Following after the others, she poked her head into the Galley, and Zari's mind started freaking out at the chaos that was ensuing. Someone was bleeding out, and someone else was waving a knife around, threatening everyone else. "...What's going on?" she asked as Sophia instantly went to obtain a first aid kit from the replicator machine thingy, and went to see what she could do to help the injured guy. Her words about him needing a transfusion was a bit problematic. Who the hell was going to remember (or pay attention to really) what their blood types were? Then there was what Raynor did, and it definitely freaked her out a little bit, but she figured that it was probably for the best that that dude was dead. "...Guess that's a good thing maybe?" she said, a little unsure of what she was saying regarding it. It probably was a good thing since the guy was a threat, but still, it probably wasn't right to kill someone like that. Lana didn't even flinch when Raynor entered the room and killed the guy who had been waving the knife around, almost as if she was around death a lot in her life, the life that she couldn't remember of course. Paying attention to what was going on, she noticed Raynor's injury on his arm, and rolled her eyes at him. "Of course you couldn't do that without getting yourself hurt, seriously," she commented as she went over to the first aid kit that Sophia had and grabbed a few things before going over and attempting to stop the bleeding. It took her a moment, and the injury didn't really want to stop bleeding, but after a few moments it did. "Try not to get yourself killed."</s>
<\|description\|>Dr. Julia Wilson BASIC INFO Aliases: Often referred to as "Jules" by her friends. Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 1st 1989 Place of Birth: Cardiff, UK Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Multiethnic, Czech/British Status: Single APPEARANCE Height: 1.8 M Weight: 77kg Eye color: Green Hair color: Black, though will frequently dye the underside of her hair in notably less professional colors. Identifiable traits: Array of old claw scars on forearms and legs from a childhood incident. Missing 4th and 5th digit on her left hand (ring and pinkie finger) after a containment incident. PROFESSIONAL Current Position: Cryptobiology Consultant Employed since: October 2016 Skills: Dr. Wilson is a specialist in Cryptobiology, majoring in the study at Cambridge and recieving her doctorate with her research which discovered the methods by which several obligate sanguivores recieve necessary nutrients and additional calories not found in human blood. Her discoveries in other fields of cryptobiology were highly beneficial to SEMA even before she was brought on board. She now uses her increased access to specimens and samples to produce more refined data to the agency. CHARACTER Strengths: Intelligent, Unflappable, Tenacious Weaknesses: Socially stunted, Physically untrained, Absent-minded Hobbies: Reading, tabletop wargames, "arguing" PSYCHOLOGICAL AND BEHAVIORAL PROFILE Dr. Wilson exhibits some token behaviors of the perpetually lonely, having difficulty relating to peers and often second-guessing the social intent of others. She works overtime frequently but infrequently logs these hours, indicating some obsessive tendencies relating to work, though not to the clinical level. Dr. Wilson has been described as "pleasant, but strange" by other members of staff. She does not appear to have many, if any, close friends within the agency. BIOGRAPHICAL OVERVIEW Born the daughter of a British father (Anthony Wilson) and a Czech mother (Katerina Sedlak), Julia had a fairly traditional upbringing in Cardiff before moving to Cambridge for her university studies. Her fascination with cryptozoology seems to stem from an incident in her adolescence. Several students in her intermediate school were killed by an unidentified cryptid entity. A young Julia Wilson was targetted by the creature and as it attacked her on school grounds, she noted that it avoided areas where the floors had been freshly cleaned by the janitor, but did not avoid water. Thinking quickly, she led the creature to the Janitor's closet and exposed it to the floor-cleaning solution. The creature had a severe allergic reaction and rapidly expired. See SEMA Event File 2/2003-14 for additional details. This event lead Dr. Wilson to her Cryptobiology career. She graduated at the top of her class from secondary school and Valedictorian from Cambridge University. Dr. Wilson has successfully isolated and refined 6 substances toxic to common cryptids as well as developing 3 compounds with intensively narcotic effects on Werewolves to aid in pacification and containment. (Chemical Compound Writeups are available in the Chemical Lab 3A file locker, under "Compounds".) ADDITIONAL ALERTS Dr. Wilson has claimed the viability of breeding a strain of domesticated pixies for human ownership. Dr. Wilson is not permitted to utilize live specimens taken by SEMA for this project.</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE He looked at the girl, a raised eyebrow when she corrected him about her name. He knew she was familiar but wasn't exactly sure of from where he knew her. However, that wasn't the point. "Well... Jemma. Starting from today you are my new assistant. You see, the last one... Well... He didn't last. If you get what I mean.", he's already too used to students giving up. It's not that he totally hates his students, however, they live in a world where creatures that once were thought to be simple fiction are true, and the knowledge they get in these class could either save their lives or sentence it to and early end if one of his students thought themselves to know enough to deal with those creatures on their on just based on the few tidbits about the cryptids that can be found in books. "So... First thing first: I need coffee. Do you know how to get to the teachers' lounge? Grab me some coffee and then come back here, I'll be waiting in my office." Theo pointed the door behind him at his right, "Try not to take too long.", he didn't give her much of a choice before getting his stuff and heading to said door. His office was an utter mess. Mismatched bookshelves filled the space full to brim with books, some looked new others too old to be safe to handle. The windowsill was also covered in books and some curious objects he collected over the years, The only picture in the whole room was on top of his desk, a young woman with black hair and eyes identicals to his, it was one of his sisters and he only kept the framed photo because she had threatened him otherwise. Other than that his office was... Cosy. Maybe it was the colour scheme, with rich dark reds and maroons, the dark wood furniture, or perhaps it was thanks to the sunset light filtering through the big windows.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA The poor girl put her things in her backpack and stood from the chair, walking towards the teacher's desk. Theodore O'Callaghan was intimidating. He was someone you could tell not to fuck around with. And she honestly had no intention to. It was now a matter of survival and she was determined to make it out alive. She didn't even want to know what happened to the other assistant. She was too scared. He didn't wait for an answer when he asked if she knew where the teacher's lounge was, but she nodded her head anyway, and exited the room right after him. It was maybe a five minute walk to the lounge, and she turned a few hallways before getting there. There were a couple of teachers in there but they didn't seem to care about her presence much. Staring at the empty coffee machine, she realized he didn't tell her how he took his coffee. So she made a new pot and checked her phone for a few minutes while it poured. Do you remember that professor I told you about? The one that made that girl cry? Well, he made someone else cry today and chose me as his new assistant! I'm screwed!, she quickly typed a message to Caron. After the coffee was done, she poured it in a disposable cup and placed a lid on top, putting a sleeve around the cup so she wouldn't get burned. She wasn't sure where his office was, so she timidly looked at the other professors. "Um, excuse me? Do you know where Professor O'Callaghan's office is?" The woman lifted her head from the paper she was reading and looked at the coffee cup. "Are you his new assistant?" Jemma nodded yes. "Oh, my poor child. I'm sorry." Jemma didn't know what to say. She just looked at the woman while she offered her a condolent smile. She took too long and she knew it, she didn't even want to imagine the things he'd do to her because of that. She would be murdered, for sure! She knocked on the door carefully before entering. "I'm sorry for the wait, there wasn't any coffee left in the lounge, I had to make a fresh pot."</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE Electric-blue eyes left the pages of the book he was browsing while making some notes in a random piece of paper to the girl standing there and talking to him, for a brief instant he wondered why she was there, his mind too gone in the book. "Yeah... Coffee girl.", he said smiling at the cup of coffee and reaching for it. He drank a small gulp and stoped, appreciating the flavour. "You passed.", as if making a good cup of coffee was some sort of test, "Leave your bag... Whatever you want to leave and make yourself comfortable. We are going to stay here for a while. If I'm not wrong mine was the lest lecture your class would have today, right?", after all, he wouldn't make her late for other classes "As my assistant, you are responsible not only for making sure we always have coffee around but also helping me with research and some times grading. I just hate this bloody mountain of paperwork... Consumes most of the time I could be using to more meaningful things. Like this.", he said indicating a pile of boxes filled with the physical documents he has in his laptop. He drank some more of her coffee, sighing in absolute bliss. "I imagine you are familiar with the cryptid community.", Theo stated more than asked. It was hard to imagine someone nowadays that doesn't know at least a little bit or that haven't seen one before, "The research is on their history. Not just the mythological side, but their historical view of the world. Humans have their wars, inventions, philosophers and so goes on. So what to say that some cryptids aren't the same? We already know for a fact that the hematophagous cryptids known as vampires have their own social and cultural customs, the same goes for a lot of the Faes. However, there's still too much we don't know bout them or why they act and do some of the things they do. I'm not going too deep on their biology, that's not my field as you can imagine.", he said before looking at her face "Are you still with me? Do I need to go slower?", she's too quiet... Or did he already scared her?</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA The brunette lowered her eyes when he called her coffee girl. Maybe she shouldn't, but she took offense to that. But she was surprised when he said she passed, usually she gets a strong negative reaction to her coffe making skills. Not that she could understand why, to her she made the best coffee and she couldn't understand why people hated it. Jemma was not anticipating spending the rest of the night in Professor O'Callaghan's office. She looked around for the first time, surprised that the office was actually so cozy. She did what he told her and took a sit in one of the armchairs, finding it comfortable. Not too soft, not too firm. Her backpack found a place out of the way on the floor, next to the chair. She turned back to the teacher, listening to what he was saying. "Oh. I'm sorry. No, this speed is fine." She didn't notice she had been staring at the man. "It's just... This is my field. I majored in Behavioral Science first, and my research is about applying that knowledge to cryptids. So this is my territory. That's why I'm studying folklore now. I find it fascinating how they behave and act, especially sentient cryptids like hematophagous. May I ask why the interest in this?"</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE The surprise was clear to see in his eyes. "What an interesting surprise, coffee girl. You know... I need to find a nickname for you...", that ending was said more to himself. He's awful with names, especially when taking into account the number of students he had, "If I just keep calling you coffee girl the other Professors will once again accuse me of bullying my students.", he said that as if he's an angel being falsely accused, "But back to your previous degree... Behavioural Science. Are there any papers you wrote in your field that I could read? You already became interesting, Ms... Pine? Prince? Price? God, I'm awful with names. There's too many to remember.", he was referring to students in general. He got up and went to one of the various mismatched bookshelves taking a hardcover book and going back to where the coffee girl was seated, giving her the book, "This is where my research started. Your class is currently studying hematophagous. So perhaps you'll find this to be of help. I have... Let's say a friend. That's acquainted with some of the members of that community, and that friend helped me get some information and statements that you can find in this paper. Is far from everything about them, but enough to answer some questions about them from a sociological point of view. I'll be assigning that reading to you on top of what's already in your curriculum. I need you up to where I am at my current research. Any questions so far?" He was trying to not scare her too much on her first day, night, as his assistant. "Did you got any coffee for yourself?" he only remembered to ask after he finished his own. Maybe he should be a bit more mindful about others... Nah. "You know... I notice that I hardly ever heard your voice during class. You don't ask questions or talk to your classmates. So now, I'll be the one asking you some of my own. What are your thoughts on the subject we are discussing in class?"</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA She was pleased to hear he would find another nickname for her as she did not want to be called "coffee girl". "With all due respect, you do bully your students, Professor O'Callaghan," her face turned red as she said that, but she figured if she was to survive this assistance business she would have to stand up for herself. "I can email you my research right now. I did focus a lot on vampires, but I also did some research on sucubus and other sentient cryptids." She took the book from his hands and started browsing it while listening. "No questions so far." Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "No, I didn't. I wasn't expecting to spend any more time here, I was just going to go home." But she welcomed this. It was something she was passionate about, plus it kept her mind from wandering to dark places. "I'm usually quiet in class, but it doesn't mean I'm not listening. My view of vampires is that they're complex creatures that need further understanding still. There's something fascinating about how they lose their touch with reality and their humanity over time. All vampires have a lust for human blood so they immediately start losing touch with us, but there's more to that. Because they used to be human, it's intereting to see how their personalities change over time, causing them to frequently become egotistical and obsessed. That's why things like the Kiss Cult exist, some vampires truly believe they're the real gods and deserve to be worshipped like that."</s>	<\|message\|>Dr. Julia Wilson JULES FLOGGING MOLLY 6:47 PM Dr. Wilson pushed the door open to the old tavern... bar... diner...place, and gave a small wave to the colleagues she recognized. She sat down at a nearby available seat and tucked took a moment to request the bar's cheapest wine. She didn't need it to taste good. "I heard that it was a success. I haven't seen the full report but... I hope that silvered iodine was helpful to you, agents." She looked at Dorian with a smile and an empty-handed toasting gesture. "You know, in Czechoslovakia we often celebrate these kinds of successes with a round of cheek scrapings. You wanna go first, Dorian?" At this point, Dr. Wilson's interest in obtaining a DNA sample from Dorian was well known enough that it had evolved into more of a running joke than anything else. Once her wine arrived, Dr. Wilson leaned back and took on her usual stance of being an outsider observing someone else's group of friends. She was a consultant, and not on for every case. It wasn't every day they managed to get tissue off one of these things, let alone get permission to demo a new compound.</s>
<\|description\|>Dr. Julia Wilson BASIC INFO Aliases: Often referred to as "Jules" by her friends. Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 1st 1989 Place of Birth: Cardiff, UK Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Multiethnic, Czech/British Status: Single APPEARANCE Height: 1.8 M Weight: 77kg Eye color: Green Hair color: Black, though will frequently dye the underside of her hair in notably less professional colors. Identifiable traits: Array of old claw scars on forearms and legs from a childhood incident. Missing 4th and 5th digit on her left hand (ring and pinkie finger) after a containment incident. PROFESSIONAL Current Position: Cryptobiology Consultant Employed since: October 2016 Skills: Dr. Wilson is a specialist in Cryptobiology, majoring in the study at Cambridge and recieving her doctorate with her research which discovered the methods by which several obligate sanguivores recieve necessary nutrients and additional calories not found in human blood. Her discoveries in other fields of cryptobiology were highly beneficial to SEMA even before she was brought on board. She now uses her increased access to specimens and samples to produce more refined data to the agency. CHARACTER Strengths: Intelligent, Unflappable, Tenacious Weaknesses: Socially stunted, Physically untrained, Absent-minded Hobbies: Reading, tabletop wargames, "arguing" PSYCHOLOGICAL AND BEHAVIORAL PROFILE Dr. Wilson exhibits some token behaviors of the perpetually lonely, having difficulty relating to peers and often second-guessing the social intent of others. She works overtime frequently but infrequently logs these hours, indicating some obsessive tendencies relating to work, though not to the clinical level. Dr. Wilson has been described as "pleasant, but strange" by other members of staff. She does not appear to have many, if any, close friends within the agency. BIOGRAPHICAL OVERVIEW Born the daughter of a British father (Anthony Wilson) and a Czech mother (Katerina Sedlak), Julia had a fairly traditional upbringing in Cardiff before moving to Cambridge for her university studies. Her fascination with cryptozoology seems to stem from an incident in her adolescence. Several students in her intermediate school were killed by an unidentified cryptid entity. A young Julia Wilson was targetted by the creature and as it attacked her on school grounds, she noted that it avoided areas where the floors had been freshly cleaned by the janitor, but did not avoid water. Thinking quickly, she led the creature to the Janitor's closet and exposed it to the floor-cleaning solution. The creature had a severe allergic reaction and rapidly expired. See SEMA Event File 2/2003-14 for additional details. This event lead Dr. Wilson to her Cryptobiology career. She graduated at the top of her class from secondary school and Valedictorian from Cambridge University. Dr. Wilson has successfully isolated and refined 6 substances toxic to common cryptids as well as developing 3 compounds with intensively narcotic effects on Werewolves to aid in pacification and containment. (Chemical Compound Writeups are available in the Chemical Lab 3A file locker, under "Compounds".) ADDITIONAL ALERTS Dr. Wilson has claimed the viability of breeding a strain of domesticated pixies for human ownership. Dr. Wilson is not permitted to utilize live specimens taken by SEMA for this project.</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE The smirk on his face grew when he noticed how red her face could get. "With all due respect, love. It's not my fault that most of the students that come to my class think of themselves as unique snowflakes and tends to romanticize the cryptids. I just point the truth to them.", Theo knows deep down that he's a great S.O.B., but he wouldn't admit to that, "Unfortunately, most of the students choose this degree because they are enamoured with some of the concepts about those creatures, like the girl asking earlier if vampires are good. What I learned about vampires is that speaking from a human moral ground, they would be seen as monsters. However, when taking into account that they are not human anymore the idea of bad and good, right and wrong have to be thrown away, the only thing you can know for sure is that they are dangerous. Newborns have too little control to be safe to be around, and the older ones that have more control over their natures starts to lose the grasp on their humanity. That girl... She probably spent her high school life reading fantasy-teenagery books with vampire, werewolves and witches being used as romantic targets or whatever. And she would probably wish to become one and ended up in some deep shit because of her lack of common sense. I just saved myself the headache of having to deal with her stupidity for the rest of the semester, you should be thanking me." Hearing about her research got his interest, "Thanks, love, I would appreciate if you did.", he said, "You have my e-mail, right?", he's pretty sure he gave it to his students so they could send him their papers and stuff. At least she was just going to go home, if she had to go to work or had any plans he, unfortunately, would have to work around her schedule sometimes "Well, then let me warn you that some times I may require your assistance in some odd hours, and even, days. However, it will always be research or work-related and not just to piss you off.", pissing her off was simply a perk of having an assistant, "And I believe you to be right, at least in parts, regarding vampires. Their society is truly a complex one and they have their own laws and their way of enforcing it. And some groups of them have, as a goal, to keep their humanity no matter how hard it is. I'm not saying they are good or better than other vampires. Some of them can be true monsters even while holding tight to their humanity, after all, there are monsters among humans too, right?", he said making himself even more comfortable on his armchair, "Yeah... The Kiss Cult.", he holds a great distaste for the group, but it biased since he blames them for the way Caron is now, "I heard that their leaders are still hooked up on that weird religion about the 'Old Blood' or something of that sort. I've been trying to dig some info, but they keep that to themselves, not even their pets and donors know all that much about that."</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price CARON "I think you'd have better luck extracting a DNA sample from a rabid werewolf on steroids than from Dorian, Jules," Caron said while he stuffed his mouth with yet another cookie. "You fould try one of thefe cookies, Julef." He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and reached to see. Oh, no. That was the last thing Jemma needed. Now she'd be the victim of this maniac she'd been complaining about for the past few weeks. After everything she went through, she didn't deserve to be this guy's student. "I'm very sorry to hear that. Do you want to hang out with us at Flogging Molly?" JEMMA "Yes, I know their ideas about cryptids are stupid, but you're being insensitive and irresponsable." Her face turned even redder and her brows drew together. Couldn't he realize the power he had? "Instead of calling her an idiot, you could've explained how vampires are dangerous and that the Hollywood version of them is a real threat to society. You could've talked about the Kiss Coult and other worshipping societies. Don't you realize she's exactly the kind of victim that ends up dead in an alley because of this? You could be making our jobs easier instead of creating more victims." She paused for a moment and itched her head, lowering her glaze. "I'm sorry, that was out of place." Clearing her throat, she continued in a lower voice. "I work during the day, sometimes at odd hours too, but I should be able to help you with your research." Not just help, but she was kind of relieved that it was mainly what her roll as his assistant was. Between work and school, she didn't have a lot of time left, but the time she did have was spent grieving and she was tired of hurting. This was a welcome distraction. "I do have your email, I'll send my research to you right now," she said, taking her phone off. "I'm actually ok right now," was the message she sent back to Caron before emailing the Professor. "Is that what you're current interest is? The Old Blood religion? I never got too much into it, I mainly know it exists but nothing more than that. Vampires don't usually like other cryptids' blood, so it's surprising they follow the existance of this one really old cryptid."</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. CONSTANZA The blonde choked on his beer when Jules tried, once again, to get a DNA sample from Gray and the look on the albino's face. "You know, Jules. Usually, I would help Dorian. But since she decided to betray me and plot against me with Caron, I might just help you get a DNA sample from her.", he said with an attempt on an evil smirk. To make his point he got up from the booth where he was sitting and went to sit in the one next to Jules. From behind the bar Deanna was looking in amusement at the small group antics. "From now on, Jules and I are Team Constanza.", John sometimes could be as annoyingly childish as Theo when it strikes his humour, especially if it means being able to annoy Caron out of his mind, "And we don't accept little albino-backstabbers-pixies and their domesticated agents.", he finished his beer and waited for Deanna to refill it, "Now, Jules... I've been meaning to ask if you're still up to... Experiment with some things I got from the 'fae market', you see... I just got my hands in some good stuff...", it wasn't any secret that Constanza is used to deal on the cryptid equivalent to a black market, actually, it was because of said dealings that years ago he had to go into hiding. DORIAN Red, half-lidded eyes stared at Jules when the doctor tried, again, to trick Dorian into giving her a DNA sample, however, the smirk on the corner of the albino lips made it clear that Dorian saw that as a joke, "Keep trying, Jules. Who knows, maybe one day you will get a sample and find out that I'm actually God and the Earth is my sandbox.", it was always funny to see the theories Jules would come up with to explain why Dorian hasn't changed since she knew the girl, but if someone should be suspicious it would be Constanza and Whirt, but Dorian is sure Jules had read the files about the albino, "And Constanza, stop being such a baby. We didn't betray you. How was I supposed to imagine that... That thing would try and make you his bride.", she couldn't even finish without laughing when remembering the scene "Jules... I'll send you the pictures. Constanza was such a pretty bride, don't you think so, Care-bear?" It wasn't just Caron who suffers on her hand. Everyone shares that same fate. However, when Caron compared her with a rabid werewolf, she looked at him with those red eyes looking even bigger and brighter as if Caron had just double-crossed her, but in reality, she's just messing with him, "How could you, Caron. And here I thought that after all those years we were friends, and you just stabbed me on the back like this. No more cookies for you.", she said, "Or flans... Or even cakes... Or pancakes... A rabid werewolf... Now how can I stay on Team Care-Bear?", okay. Teasing him is just too much fun to pass up. THEODORE "They're adults, love. I'm not responsible for their idiocy.", was his emotionless reply about one of his students becoming a victim, "Once upon a time I made a mistake that almost cost my life, and that could have cost the life of my brother, and you won't ever see me blaming someone other than myself. Usually, more than half of my students will drop before mid-semester and find something else they would 'love' to study. These people don't have the drive needed to actually learn about other creatures and take that seriously enough. Because at the first obstacle they will simply give up and find something easier.", he said, "People like that will be only wasting my time in the long run." Theo rolled his eyes closed when he saw coffee-girl being all apologetic, and here he thought she had made some progress, finally looking him in the eyes and speaking her mind. But he would have time to train her well as his assistant. "Stop apologizing, love. You did nothing wrong.", he said dismissing her apologies, "Your opinions are as valid as mine. Just remember, as Harlan Ellison said, "You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant". And that's my problem with most of my students. Some of them as just ignorant and has no drive to change that posture.", he wanted more of the coffee she brought him, "Do you know why I choose you as my assistant, love? I did because you were looking like you wished to turn invisible, but at the same time, you never missed one of my lectures. Your fear of me did not stop your desire to learn.", compared to her and to other students that overcame that fear, he just had no interest in the others. And he also is a sadist son of a bitch, so that's that too. Theo nodded in agreement about her restrictions regarding her schedule and when she said she would send her papers right away. "Yes. As you said yourself, love, they don't usually like other cryptids blood, even when it comes to their eating habits they would stick mostly to human blood. So you can imagine my curiosity about what kind of cryptid could lead them to base their entire religion around its blood."</s>	<\|message\|>Dr. Julia Wilson Dr. Wilson chuckled at the varied responses she got. "I dunno. I survived a cryptid attack at 14 without a weapon. Though previous run-ins with containing werewolves on-site have... not gone well." She waved her left hand, her ring and pinkie fingers conspicuously absent. She didn't move away when Constanza sat next to her, but she did seem slightly more on-edge. That chaotic element was right nearby. "You know I won't take a DNA sample unwillingly. If I was willing to do that I probably could have succeeded in this endeavor by now if I was willing to be that unethical. But thank you for the support, Agent." She took a cookie with her left hand and had a tentative bite. Dorian's response was amusing, though. "Well that would certainly keep me from being an Atheist. But my current theory is that you're the same immortal cryptid subspecies that Keanu Reeves is. That, or you're a Lich who uses industrial-grade lotion." Jules smirked. "Or maybe you're the guy from the book, using your illuminati-like secretive control to make sure nobody knows who you really are, but much like the conspiracy theorists insist, kept your name the same as a cheeky clue." Jules rolled her eyes. "Anyways, on more 'plausible' threads..." she turned to Constanza. "Firstly, before you ask, no. You still cannot get high from Pixie Dust. It's just caffeine and glitter. Secondly, I have no problem attempting to synthesize any other compounds you fine that are of genuine use besides partying."</s>
<\|description\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Alias: Dead Man Image/Description: Lean, tall, and looks like someone had stripped away his flesh and baked him in an oven for a few days. The guy looks like a zombie. Age: 32 Gender: Male, but lost the bits some time ago. Race: Mutant Alignment: Neutral Mentor: None Skills/Meta Abilities: Skills - Skill wise Mort is a decent fighter, having spent a good part of his mutant life fighting. He favors range combat over close-quarters and thus he moves fast, hits hard, but isn't great in a brawl. He does however have an incredibly high pain tolerance and things that would hurt and torture others is just quaint for him. Mort is also an explosive expert and can usually cobble together bombs with whatever material happens to be on hand. He rarely ever gets into a fight without being strapped with IED's. Lastly for skills Mort has a notable ability to not need sleep, thus giving him a lot more time to do whatever he feels like doing with his time. Mostly making explosives. Powers - Mort's powers enables him to possess corpses whenever his body dies, and this is most notable as his original physical body will turn to ash upon death. This allows him to switch bodies to escape capture so long as he knows where a corpse is located for him to possess, though notably there may be a time limit. He's never seen what happens whenever he goes without a body for too long, but he knows it's strangely painful, so he seeks out whatever corpses he can should he perish. However as he is animated the bodies and not preserving them, the corpses will continue to decay and rot over time, and while it doesn't adversely affect his physical abilities, it does make it obvious whatever body he's possessing is a corpse and this make it easier to figure out who he's possessing. Personality: Mort is a very professional person. Not really one to speak out unless it's to respond or address something, and not particularly social either, though that has to due with how his appearance can unnerve most people. He tries not to make a big deal out of it but he knows that he scares most people and often wishes that he could look more human, however surgical treatments to look more human just make him look incredibly uncanny, and never carry over after resurrection. Outside of work he is again, still pretty quiet, but more willing to talk and converse with others when there isn't anything important going on. He generally likes spending his free time playing games where he is like a completely different person online, almost violently aggressive, but this rarely ever carries over into real life. Annoying and making him angry isn't too difficult, but Mort rarely ever feels true hatred. Even when he sees terrible, inhumane things, he's gotten so numb to what sort of cruelty people can inflict on each other that he simply accepts it as much a part of life as living and dying. This also makes it harder for him to connect to people at times, as his lack of empathy can make him unable to truly understand other people's struggles, whether they're innocent people suffering from a villain's injustice, or an evil person trying to make the world a better place in their own eyes. Thus his staunch professionalism: as long as the contracts are followed, he'll believe whatever you say needs to be believed. Likes: A job well done, video games, stuff-crusted cheese pizza Dislikes: People failing at their jobs, hackers, sour food Backstory: Mort was just another unfortunate fact of life: kids sometimes have parents who are not ready to raise them. His mother was just a young teen who got knocked up by her then boyfriend, and put Mort into adoption since she lacked the means to support him. He's never seen his parents since than and for a while that was a big deal for Mort. But he'll soon have other problems. A rather rich celebrity scientist came to his orphanage one day and adopted him and many other children, a PR stunt to enrich the poor and disenfranchised or some such. And so for a short while Mort had all the niceties a child could want: nice clothes, tasty food, a decent education, even gifts of toys and video games. Of course again, this was all a PR student. Once the cameras turned away and a select few children were chosen to maintain the facade, unlucky kids like Mort were taken so their true purpose could be realized: creating mutants. Barely six years old and Mort was put through hell. A lot of the experiments were simply made to put stress and duress on the children, trying to force their mutant genes to evolve. A lot of kids died, and so did Mort. But dying is exactly what caused Mort's mutant gene to awaken and reveal his powers. When he came back to life he was confused, scared, and desperate to escape. But the chief scientist wasn't going to let him go that easily. It wasn't long before Mort was captured and after multiple experiments meant to test the limits and abilities of his powers, Mort was eventually indoctrinated into becoming a super soldier along with other survivors. Equipped with various means to track and control him, Mort and many other child soldiers were hired by various villains as mutant soldiers, muscles, and general purpose thuggery. While others had mutant powers that made them more effectively soldiers, Mort's powers did not improve his strength or agility in any way. The only thing he had going for him was the confidence that no matter how bad the situation was, he'd be able to get away. His resurrective immortality enabled him to escape situations where his fellows ere killed or captured, but a combination of his conditioning and his contact always meant he was caught and put back into action. It wasn't until the scientist who created him was finally caught and arrested that suddenly Mort was free. Or so he thought. Fact of the matter was, despite his circumstances, he was a criminal. Countless numbers of people killed. Hundreds of crimes committed. Innocent people killed for things he did and didn't do. Not to mention looking like the way he did, there was no way he could go back to society without getting back into prison. Someone else to put a collar on him. So once his creators, his contractors, and his past was gone, he went underground. Gone dark. He started running the shadows as a gun for hire, the only thing he knew how to do well. He started going by the name "Dead Man". Because that's all he was. That's all he is now.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin was in the middle of cooking up some beacon and eggs when Ka'van walked in and greeted him as he began making his oats. "Hey Ka'van." He Replied. His toast popped up just as he finished cooking his eggs. Stacking all his ingredients together Robin began eating as Starfire floated in and began musing at the concepts of hot and cold foods eaten in their opposite states with Ka'van. "Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" Robin caught himself before spitting out chunks of egg from the resulting chuckle. It was amusing that even after spending so much time with Starfire and all the oddities she enjoys and thinks of daily, she can still come at you with something new and unexpected. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." "What about you Star, with your expertise on mustard, what makes it better: hot or cold" Robin asked playfully, half curious if she had actually considered it before. As he finished, Kassandra walked in, fish in hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone." She looked nervous, and it was understandable with her being one of the newest members. "Hi Kass. The stove top should still be hot." Robin tried his best at being approachable to all members, but all the years he spent with Batman kind of made that difficult to do naturally. He was glad that Starfire had stayed when the team split, when it came to breaking the ice and making people comfortable Robin was not the best, and Star is something of a natural at talking with people even if she does not know them well. Robin looked around the common area. "Has anyone seen Cassie? I have some things to go over for the week." --- Available units there is a 10-33 in progress in the Water Front area. Coast Guard is responding to a water craft 10-82, ETA 5 minutes. Additional units have been requested 10-18. EMT is alerted and en-route. Be aware; there are unconfirmed reports that an individual who may have boarded the water craft after the smoke cut visual of the deck. No emergency calls have come from the craft at this time. Coast Guard have asked to clear the nearest docking area for triage.</s> <\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- It wasn't long until the voices from the kitchen drifted through Cassie's open door. What a great continuation of her day to have a meeting going on without her. Groaning, she lifted herself from her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy blue slipper rather than her running shoes. She did a quick look around her room before leaving, the remains of her frantic search strew throughout. The great thing about being an amazon was that cleaning your room never took long, especially when you were able to slam the over-stuffed closed door extra hard. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't still look like she'd just left the training room, she headed for the kitchen. "You called?" She said, leaning against the doorway with a coy smile before entering completely. Everyone else on the team was there. A stab of her insecurity made her hesitate for a second- certain they had all conspire to meet and gossip about her. At least it meant Robin had in fact been asking after her and not Kassandra with K. Of all the things she thought she'd have to fight over as a Titan, her name hadn't been one of them. She shook off her baseless fears and breezed past them all to the fridge to grab a yogurt cup. "So what is it? Bank robbery? Mayor's daughter kidnapped? People disappearing around a not-suspicious-at-all science lab?"</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Ka'van's response and Robin's question had given the woman pause. She put one hand up against her chin. Kassandra and Cassie had also arrived into the kitchen. Hopefully they would not mind if Starfire continued this conversation about the human culinary arts and their effects on Earth-foreign species. She looked back at Ka'van. "I'm sorry for you, Ka'van. But if you like oats, perhaps wheat based products would be something you like. If you are to be living here for the foreseeable future, you must consider expanding your interest in food. Perhaps I would be suffering the same fortune as you, had I not been blessed with nine stomachs. I shall help you with this endeavor in the coming months. Otherwise, Ka'van, you will have to eat the same food every day, forever, as if you have been stranded in the Ice Prisons of Wizzleshorf Five! That simply will not do." She concluded with a satisfied smile. Then she looked over at Robin. "As for your question, Robin, I imagine it depends on the food. Personally, I find the mustard beverage appealing without any supplementary items, but it's flavor does change depending on it's temperature relative to the temperature and flavor of the food it has been applied too, aswell as the mustard to food ratio." She shook her head and smiled. "There is so much depth to be explored in the culinary arts." She commented, mostly to herself and the room. It seemed that Robin was preparing to make his statement, so Starfire respectfully indicated the conversation would be resumed another time by folding her arms behind her back and taking a few steps out of the way. She glanced over at Cassie and Kassandra and smiled, greeting them with a nod before turning her attention back to the leader of the Teen Titans. While she enjoyed talking about very specific and perhaps impractical subjects, the mission usually came first. However, Starfire had learned during her time where all five original Titans remained within the tower that it was important to, how Cyborg put it, "goof off." Or Beast Boy's "strategical relaxation protocols", though she imagined he was being somewhat facetious with a name such as that. Otherwise, one can be 'bogged down' with the minute details of stressful crime-fighting and forget to enjoy one another's company. It was fortunate then, that the Teen Titan program seemed to attract only the friendliest and nicest people Starfire had ever met. The new batch of recruits, Starfire had taken an immediate liking too. Now, however, as Cassie mentioned, it was time to focus on more serious matters, such as kidnappings, armed robberies, and wicked, immoral experiments.</s>	<\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Mori was doing as he was always doing, keeping an eye out for things while panhandling, when the first weird thing happened. Some guy came by and dropped off a handful of change into his bowl. That wasn't the unsual thing though; sometimes real kind people would drop a ten or even twenty. It was more about the person than the money; a young man who looked both too rich to give a guy like Mori the time of day, but at the same time seemed like a man on a mission. Since he was the only one that really stood out Mori sort of watched him go, but figuring he was just a tourist he let his attention drift to other people, though no one else really caught his attention. Not until something happened at the harbor. Looked like something just went up in smoke. Picking up his bowl and pocketing his money, Mori was one of the first people to hit the pier as people watched the scene unfold. It was here while he had a closet look that he realized that the harbor wasn't on fire; this was a smoke screen. Someone had covered a ship in blinding smoke to cover their movements. Mori recognized the type, and then realized that someone must be doing a heist. Though this was far to showy; it was the middle of the day in the middle of a public area. The cops would surely be on this soon, not to mention the titans. Or maybe... That was the point. Make a big distraction. Mori wasn't certain, so he stayed on the pier, watching the scene unfold.</s>
<\|description\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Alias: Scarlet Scarab Image/Description: Steve isn't super tall, coming in at 5'4", but he's in relatively and has a mask he can cover his face with. His hair is a chestnut brown matching his eyes. Nothing about him is very remarkable, making blending into a crowd easier which is a major plus in his line of work. Age: 18 Gender: Dude Race: Full-blown human Alignment: Neutral Skills/Meta Abilities: Good Health, Great Mind: Steve isn't some olympic level athlete but he's in pretty good shape. He can keep up with some of the other tech based supers but his real advantage is his mind. Despite his age Steve is more than capable of holding his own with some of the greatest minds out there. Scarlet Scarab Suit: Based off the suit of the late and great Ted Kord Blue Beetle, the Scarlet Scarab suit doesn't look all that fancy but under its thin layer of fabric is mesh armouring with heavier plating around his vitals. The helmet locks in place and can only be (properly) removed by someone wearing the suits gloves. The Suit's visor gives him telescopic vision and has a built in AI that helps manage information and help out with tasks that need a more complicated setup than the suit allows (such as using computer systems remotely). The Suit's biggest advantage is its modularity, with a built in power source Steve can continuously add and remove new parts to the suit as he hones his arsenal. Scarlet Airgun: Not wanting to cause much actual harm, Steve took another cue from Ted Kord and created an air based gun capable of a wide range of settings with a light breeze mode for keeping cool on a hot day to a setting strong enough to topple an elephant off its feet. The Airgun also has a grappling gun attachment. The Scarlet Skimmer: A hovercraft that Steve uses as a base of operation until he can find someplace better. The craft has retroreflective plating, allowing it keep itself hidden from the untrained eye. The size is comparable to a sea-can and has all of Steve's tools along with a kitchen and bedroom. Personality: Steve is a pretty jolly guy, not letting on if something gets to him if it gets to him. This mentality carries over to fights, tending to keep himself in high spirits. Despite his criminal actions, he takes pride in having morals, not wanting to cause wanton destruction or harm if he can help it. Backstory: Steve never knew his parents, growing up in an orphanage but still living a relatively happy life as his natural aptitude for the sciences allowed him to pass his schooling with ease, leaving more time for messing around and getting up to no good. This cycle continued for a good amount of time, school being a bore and committing petty crimes becoming monotonous. That all changed when Steve came into conflict with a then just starting out Blue Beetle. After the death of the last Blue Beetle, a new one hit the hero scene using an alien suit of armour to take on crime, one of his fist forays being a small time shoplifting gig of which Steve was a part of. Coming face to face with the hero lit a spark in Steve, an inspiration to take his gig to the next level and become a proper bad guy. With his schooling coming to a close, Steve moved out on his own and used his smarts, limited income and iron will to carve out the beginnings of his career in villainy. Taking up the mantle of The Scarlet Scarab as a joke on the Blue Beetle, Steve carved a name for himself pulling off bigger and more impressive heists, many times being foiled but, so far, never being captured and unmasked. EDIT 1: Added new picture for visual, recoloured version of original picture courtesy of @Lord Wraith</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson JUMP CITY NEWS Hello, residence of Jump City! it's me, Chester Stevenson, with your daily highlights. Today has shaped up to be a beautiful late spring day with temps in the mid 70's, and sun, sun, sun! The downtown area is, as always, a prime spot for your recreation this afternoon with many of the outdoor cafes setup and ready for the warmer weather. If you find yourself in the waterfront parks keep a look out for the starting of the summer festival! The carnival on Jump City Pier will be opening soon and they love to show off their attractions along the parks. as for traffic in the busy streets we can see some light build ups through the grids, and construction on Main Avenue North in front of the 3rd Street offices and the Jump City Post has that end of town all stopped up. That will cover the highlights of today, but do come back this evening and join us for the latest scoops on the controversial reopening of the Lex Corp Research and Development labs that just two years ago was responsible for the widespread power-grid issues in the suburbs south of the city, and after that the Jump City District Attorney, Gregory Roberts, will be making a statement about the recent case against Pino Maroni and the findings of the investigation into his acquiring of several warehouses that were found to be housing illegal items. That and more tonight! --- -Robin- - Dick Grayson - "That is something that we can look into on our side, thanks for the heads up Cy." Robin said sitting at his desk on a call with some of the original Titan members. "I am sure that STAR Labs will have something public to cover it up, but we will see what we can find on the back end." Robin cycled his console through a couple screens of news and business articles as Cyborg signed off before continuing. "Beast Boy, I need your team to look into the images from the Watch Tower of the Congo Basin. It looks like there may be activity around an abandon mine there that were closed off after Deathstroke withdrew. Recon and report back." He sent a few files to Beast Boy and then he too signed off. "Raven, if your team is settled in alright I would really like you to get with Zatanna on the project I sent you. Keep your distance, but I want a heads up if there are any more anomalies." She then signed off shortly after Robin's instruction. That would conclude Robin's review of the overnight reports from the other Titan teams and their monthly briefing. Powering down his console he leaned back in his desk chair. Looking over some miscellaneous papers and clippings on his desk, he stood up and looked over to "The Wall" as it had been termed in the past. The Wall was a large portion of one of the walls in his room that was covered with bits of news papers, pictures, and other documents that were connected with strings of various colors like a tydie spiderweb. No longer used he kept it up more as a memento to the past successes of the team, and a way to keep vision. Looking over the various pages and plucking some of the strings he thought back on the days when he had last used this web of information now out of date. News articles about robberies, missing property and shipments, and some of sightings of monsters, while others were headlines of the teams victories. He found the most recent article on The Wall: a factory explosion headlined Titans Coordinate Sting to Apprehend Terrorist Cell the article talked about the efforts the team went through over the years to track down, expose, and attempt to apprehend the terrorist villain Deathstroke and those that worked with him. This article was two years old at this point and Robin had yet to hear anything of Deathstroke. the next news article in line with that was one of the Titans recruiting new members with the help of the JLA and splitting up to seed new teams around the globe. The news clipping had a picture of the team; Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg, standing shoulder to shoulder with other young meta humans. That was the last time the team had been all together. Taking a step back from the wall he sighed. Has it really been that long?. Shaking his head he sat back in his chair a moment. Save for Starfire, the others had went out to help establish and coordinate these other teams. They check in regularly and occasionally make it out for briefings on special projects, but it had been years since they had worked together. Robin gathered some documents and filed them away in an attempt to clean up his desk, forever buried in papers. Reaching for his Gotham High letterman jacket Robin paused a moment before passing it up and leaving his room to go to the kitchen where he would find some food before talking with the team about some leads they would be looking into for the week.</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s>	<\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Titan island was awash with sun. One of the tower's resident aliens had a penchant for soaking up the warmth and light on days like this. Although Ka'van couldn't technically tan, his skin being permanently the same, even shade of gray, he could certainly throw down a towel and sprawl out on the lawn. His black t-shirt drew in the heat, counteracting his cold skin. He was like a cat: he was drawn to warmth. It was one of the many things he loved about Earth. Ka'van's relationship with his new planet was...complicated. He enjoyed the new sights, the new experiences, and most of the people, but at the same time, he longed for home. His communication with his people had been lost when the device sent with him broke. He hadn't been able to find anyone to fix it, at least not yet. Earth had it's ups and downs, what with the wars, the fights, and the violence among humans. He found humans...scary sometimes. His own people had only had war with outsiders who brought it with them; never their own kind. But Earth also had good people, and he was relived to find friends among the Titans. They had certainly been a big help in getting him settled in his new world. Ka'van was forever grateful to them. His sunbathing and thoughts were interrupted by his stomach giving an unhappy growl. He hadn't had a bowl of oatmeal since that morning, he figured it was probably about time. Ka'van pealed himself up off the lawn and floated inside. He phased through a wall into the kitchen, where he saw the team's fearless leader making lunch. "Hello Robin," He said politely. The Boy Wonder was out of his cave for once; that was a pleasant surprise. Ka'van found Robin to be quite the enigma. He was brave, determined, and a great leader, but he often became obsessed with his work. Sometimes he wouldn't leave his room for days. Ka'van didn't think that this was normal human behavior, but the rest of the team seemed to let it go, so, he did too. He quietly began to boil water and poured his dry oats into a bowl.</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ An orange skinned, violet haired, slender, young looking woman with bright green eyes, a blue, sleeveless crop top, skirt, and thigh high boots, all adorned with steel braces, boots, and belts, floated casually near the ceiling of one of the hallways in Titan tower. Apparently, she was in a good mood. She hummed an unrecognizable and frankly unmelodic and discordant tune, one unknown and disquieting to human ears but pleasing and comforting to her own. Like she was full of helium, she pulled herself with her flattened palms while looking at the ceiling tiles and lights. Her long purple hair was straight, and flowed elegantly downward. Starfire had put extra work into her appearance today, wearing her formal attire and doing herself up nice and pretty. No particular reason other than self-esteem, and things had been kind of slow recently. She had spoken to the other Titans, the, uh, "original" Titans, her best friends, earlier over the computer screens. It was fun, but it wasn't the same as them actually being here. She missed them often, though she knew their cause was noble. But now she was feeling good, and expressed her contentdness with literally light-hearted floating about, a happy balloon stuck to the ceiling after a child's birthday party. Evil had been stopped at every opportunity. Jump City was safer then ever before, and the newer recruits seemed to be acclimating well into their new environment. Not to mention her close relationship with Robin was steady as ever. Indeed, there wasn't much to be sad about. Robin had his worries, as he always did, but he was a vigilant protector. It was his job to worry, and her job to keep spirits high. Or, something like that. Reaching the end of the hallway, Starfire gently backflipped and landed on her feet. Folding her hands behind her back she walked heel-toe into the kitchen. Ka'van and Robin were there. "I have been thinking..." Starfire began, skipping any pretense of greetings or introductions. "...about flavor. Some things taste delicious, yet others taste unpleasant. Temperature also affects flavor, for heat causes chemical reactions within the tongue that increases sensitivity. Yet some things taste bad cold, and good hot, or vice versa. Surely, a thing that tastes bad would taste even worse when it was hot, but this is in many times not the case, or sometimes even the reverse is true. I enjoy carrots, but warm, they are repulsive. And earthlings often do not delight in the delicacies of my homeworld. Deliciousness seems to be such an arbitrary thing. Decided base on nothing more than the randomly generated whimsy of the taste buds we are born with." She paused for a moment, one finger on her chin. While she spoke in great volume, she spoke deliberately and with a controlled verbosity. "This all being said, Ka'van, do you enjoy warm, wet oats? Did you partake in them often before you came here? I find them to be quite plain, though nourishing and easily consumable in vast quantities. Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" She asked, leaning over to him. If there was one thing to two of them could bond over, it was the two of them being foreigners on this world. Starfire was happy to be his teacher about all things Earthly, if only for the reason that she had finally met someone who was less knowledgable on Earthling culture than she herself was.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan "Come on. A little closer." Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away. "Come on…" She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. "Gotcha!" Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. "Ha! You're mine now." It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it's misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She'd learned that one the hard way. Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down. She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn't fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn't great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed. Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone."</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin finished up on the console, taking in a few last minute reports of what was going on around their AO, while the team sprung into action. As they were leaving Robin had finished up, and started heading for the hanger. Cassie poked her head into the main room just before Mirage took cut out to the scene. "I can give you a lift if you need one." "Thanks," Robin replied with a smile. "But I will take the T-Jet in case things get rough." He continued down in the elevator to the hanger under the tower where the various transports for the team, as well as personal vehicles were kept. Robin approached a jet like craft that resembled that of an F-22 crossed with a harrier jet, but the fuselage was wider, and the engines set a bit high to make room for a crew ramp. The jet was a metallic gray color with the Titan's iconic "T" blazoned on each wing. The ramp was already down and as Robin approached the jet powered on and the engines began to power on to stand-by. The inside of the jet was, cozy, to put it nicely. While it was not as spacious as the Orca, more of a areal command center they used for far away or escort missions, it did work well as a short range transport and flag of intimidation. The latter of those was something more of what Robin wanted on this mission, due to the un-easing nature of how the person who boarded the yacht dropped out of what Robbin assumed to be a stealthed ship, which they did not have any information on. Walking past the few rows of seating, Robin came to the front of the jet where the pilot controls were located. With a few button presses the jet came alive with activity. The ramp colsed, the falps and rudders began moving, and the hanger door began to open as the jet slowly rolled into place for takeoff. With a roar the jet shot forward and out of the underground hanger, it's vertical engines providing enough force to lift it from the ground and into the air just before the end of the runway. Even with the speed of the T-Jet Robin arrived on scene just as the rest of the team had put the plan into motion. Starfire was circling the area keeping onlookers at a safe distance and monitoring for escape, Mirage had just radioed in that the sub-nautical conditions were nominal, Wonder Girl had managed to evacuate a few of the ships occupants, and Wraith was running some advance recon of the situation. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." "I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." "Good job team. Lets see if we can find who is behind this chaos." Robin said as he pulled the jet in above the yacht. The down thrusters kicked in as the jet slowed to hover above the main aft deck, clearing most of the smoke from the craft. Robin noticed an odd proximity reading before he put the jet into patrol mode and dropped to the deck below, landing with a thud on the deck. He glanced up around the jet as it gained in altitude and began a lazy circle around the area. looking around Robin noticed that most of the passengers and crew were on their way to deploying inflated rafts, while a few who were obviously part of a security detail were staging at an opening to the lower decks. Scanning the deck he saw both Wonder Girl and Mirage and motioned to the security personnel. "Lets see what they are getting ready for." Robin then approached the group and activated the team comm-link so Wraith could hear as well. "We are here to help, what is the situation?" Robin started as one of the security officers, a woman, looked his way. "Head of security Tylers, Krystal." She introduced herself. "I didn't think we would need the Titans. We appreciate the assist though. It all happened quick, and the part we are having issue with understanding is where this intruder came from. Suddenly the deck was covered in smoke, and this..." She paused a moment, distracted by radio chatter in her ear piece. "This intruder dropped from the sky, but there was nothing above us." She glanced up before looking back to Robin. "He was dressed in a red suite is what one of my men reported and armed, but his weapon seemed to only shoot concussive waves, non-lethal for the most part in the open, but could be dangerous in confined spaces." "Thank you Krystal, we can take it from here if you want to take your group and make sure the passengers and crew get off safely." The woman nodded and issued a few orders to her men. "Wraith, did you get that? We are moving in from the main deck." Robin then looked to his team and motioned for them to begin moving below decks.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Ted hadn't been able to work up the nerve to make a break for it which he cursed himself out for as he began to hear the tell tale signs of something amiss up above. He heard the whooshing of flight and the other jet up above along with the landing thud and talking. He wasn't a betting man but Ted was fairly certain that the titans had arrived on scene. "Fiddlesticks." This was absolutely what he wanted, being put on the map and getting a popularity boost by going toe to toe with some supers but he was beginning to second guess himself now. Not only was he outmatched, he was outgunned and his mind was starting to go blank as the realization that he may not make it out of here a free man began to sink in. Maybe turning himself over would be his best bet? It would probably save him a lot of bruising. No, he'd gotten this far, might as well go out with a bang. As he tried to think of what that bang would be, Ted caught a glimpse of what confirmed his theory. The air suddenly got cold in the hideaway room as part of the Teen Titans member Wraith floated in. Like a bat out of hell, Ted sprinted towards the upper deck. Quickly he turned the setting on his Airgun pretty high, loaded up his grappling hook and made his way for the stairs where the guards would no doubt be stationed. Upon coming to the stairs Ted did a quick assessment of who was in his way to the top. A few security guards were stationed there but luckily they seemed somewhat distracted at the moment as they spoke with someone. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ted quickly brought his Airgun up and fired at his ship, getting its location from the small whiffs of smoke still escaping from the nozzles. As soon as he heard the satisfying clunk of metal on metal Ted began to zip himself up the stairway, barreling through the guards. Now was his big moment to let everyone know who he was and though he still wasn't sure he could get away with it, especially now considering how close in proximity all the titans were, Ted wracked his brain to think of something to say. "Scarlet Scarab did this! I am he!" Ted yelled as he sped by, mounting his ship quickly and all but jumping for the controls as he tried to speed away from the crime scene after tossing the jewel into his bed.</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray "Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough. He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain! "I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps? He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it. "Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Bartolomeo Peckish Jump City National was the second largest bank and second oldest bank in Jump City, losing both first titles to the local branch of the Bank of America. A clean, clearly designed with the ideas of wealth and comfort in mind and decorated with artworks that were so awful that the almost universal response to anyone finding out how much a given piece of the 'art' was worth was generally something along the lines of "They paid how much for this thing?!" It was also in the process of having a section of its vault industrially cleaned. Asura, the manager who had opened the doors that morning, had his otherwise well planned and organized list of objectives for the day thrown out the window when a well dressed man had stepped through the front doors, politely told reception that he was with the government and needed to talk with either himself or the other possible morning manager Robert as soon as possible. It meeting itself had reveled some distressing news. The man (named Jacob Wilson) was an Agent for the FBI that was there to investigate a recent shipment of money that had been transported out of Gotham City and arrived at Jump City the night before; The Joker had quietly taken over some warehouse in Gotham and had tainted a large sum of physical cash with one of his chemical creations before slipping them into shipments that were leaving the city by both legal and illegal methods. Batman had caught wind of it, Joker was arrested and now the FBI was now discreetly investigating ever known shipment of cash that had left Gotham within the correct time period to remove the tainted money before it reached circulation and started a panic; The truck that had arrived the night before was on the list. After confirming Agent Wilson's credentials, calling his boss to let her known what was going on and being sworn to secrecy with the clear professional warning that if the public learned of this threat needlessly that there would be hell to pay, the two had quickly located where the the vault the cash from Gotham had been stored the night before (and thank god it hadn't been put into the ATM's yet) and two professional looking men with breathing masks, safety goggles and gloves came into the vault with devices and scanned everything in the vault that had shared the same air as the Gotham pile before packing the Gotham cash and what cash had been close enough that contamination was a serious risk into air tight bags and removed them from the building to be destroyed off site. While having almost a million dollars walk out the door was painful, Asura was prepared to write it off as 'dead' money since money that killed people would be far worse for his career. Once the money was gone, Agent Wilson had summoned a clean up crew in order to give the section of the vault that it had been stored in a proper industrial clean for health and safety reasons at government expensive. The official story was that a former patron of the bank had left an unknown organic substance in one of the safety deposit boxes at an unknown time in the past and time had caused it to rot to the point that it was now a health hazard and required a section of the vault to be professionally cleaned immediately. An embarrassing story to tell those performing business at the bank, but apart from being a funny anecdote nothing to worry about. It was as the cleaning crew was leaving and Agent Wilson was thanking him for his cooperation when Asura brought up something he had discovered. "Forgive me for not mentioning this sooner, but I decided to check our shipping manifest for any other deliveries from Gotham that left during... well...." Shaking his head a little as he recovered without having to say anything more, he continued "There is a shipment arriving via plane that's going to be arriving in the airport this afternoon." Agent Wilson, a African-American man in his late thirties to early forties with a bald head that was clearly shaved gazed at Asura with stern, brown eyes before offering a sigh and a muttered curse before returning to professionalism. "Other teams failing to do their jobs correctly aside, here's what we're going to do. We're going to call the airport and security company that transports your goods to quietly explain that we suspect that a dangerous, illegal chemical was smuggled aboard that flight. When it lands, we're going to have the airport put the plane somewhere isolated so that me and my team can go in, check the cargo and get this taken care of without alerting or alarming the public. Shall we?" He finished as he gestured back towards Asura's office. Several phone calls later (Including one call that Agent Wilson made to his team to update them on the situation), Agent Wilson was about to head off with his team to wait for the arrival of the plane at the airport when Asura asked "Should we contact the Titans to help with this?" There was a thoughtful pause before Agent Wilson nodded his head. "This is an FBI operation and I cannot ask even super powered teenagers to assist in the process of searching and destruction of tainted goods, but I would be remiss if I didn't suggest you contacting them to suggest that they patrol that area. We do not need some criminal organization or wannabee super villain hearing that there is a pile of cash at the airport and risk them endangering the population by potentially letting Joker infected cash entering the money flow. If you would be so kind, I have to report the failure of one of our other teams to catch this before the plane took off to my superiors. Good day." And with that final polite but professional goodbye, Agent Wilson finally went out the front door of the Jump City National, walked to the stock standard black 4wd car that his team had been parked and waiting for him in for pick up and slid inside. It was only after the engine was turned on and the car was driving away that 'Jacob' muttered to the crew "And this, Gentlemen, is why I'm getting paid more then the rest of you. When we get back to base, we've got a few hours of downtime before part two of this starts so we're going to be putting off the celebratory drinks for a bit longer."</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins The jig was up. Ted was kicking himself as he saw Wraith materialize from the hull of his ship and heard the tearing of metal from somewhere on the skimmer. The skimmer had already started moving from his interaction with the controls but not nearly fast enough to outrun whoever was outside. Though he was screaming on the inside, Ted swivelled his seat to face Wraith as his mind raced for a way out of this. "I can agree with you there. One schmuck like me against a super like you isn't a bet I would wanna make." Ted said truthfully as he locked his finger over his lap. This whole thing was a mistake, I should have stuck to shoplifting! You don't need to deal with superpowers or come up with failsafes for shop-! Ted's mind raced before his eyes landed on a vestigial button on his gauntlet, one that was simply a foundation for future suit modifications. A plan started to form in Ted's head, a long shot for sure but given how close the cold hand of the Titans was getting it was the best shot he had. In a quick fluid movement he began to press the button in a random pattern though doing his best to make the presses look deliberate. "'Cept today I'm feeling lucky. I've got a bomb on that boat, a little bit of insurance just in case something like this happened. My first press of this button armed the thing and if I don't press along in the correct pattern the whole district goes. Now you can try scanning for it, hell I'd like you too, nothing like testing some sensor cloaking technology in the field. If you want to actually want to keep Jump City from being home to the Grand Canyon two I suggest you and your friends leave me and my ship be and start looking for that bomb." Ted said with a small grin as on the inside he panicked hard. "That being said you can always choose to not believe and yank me out of my seat right here and now but do you really want to make that bet? Roll the dice on a hunch? As a sign of good faith I'll even let you take the diamond back. No hard feelings Casper ol' pal?" Ted explained, continuing to push away at the button.</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray The alien shifted a bit as the ship was rocked by Supergirl. He listened to the villain's monolog without any display of emotion. If he was surprised, he sure didn't show it. Wraith lifted his arm and radioed the team again. "The villain has informed me of a possible bomb threat on the boat. Please see to it that the area is clear of civilians." Wraith wasn't particularly gullible. He had a feeling that Earth technology hadn't advanced far enough for the villain to single handedly install a bomb of the magnitude implied on the ship within the time frame allowed. But, just to be sure... An inky black force field formed around the red clad man, and before he could object, he was being pulled downward, through the hull of the aircraft, and flung back onto the deck of the ship. The bubble protected him from major injury, although he'd certainly be a little shaken up. Wraith wasn't far behind him. The black bodied alien stepped down softly onto the deck beside the fiend and released him. "I don't know much about you," He said, soft and calm, "But I have to assume you aren't suicidal. You will remain here while the ship is searched." It didn't sound like a suggestion.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxine "Max" Walters Alias: Soundwave Image/Description: attached picture Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Meta human Alignment: Neutral Sexuality: Bi Mentor: Mix of scientific experiments and self taught Skills/Meta Abilities: able to manipulate sound frequencies. Can make a snap become deafening, block all sound around a person or area, even to the point of basically muting someone all within a fifteen foot circumference from herself Personality: comes off intimidating, sarcastic, laid back attitude, very defensive when someone tries to corner or trap her, doesn't really open up to others Likes: rock music specifically 80s rock, vinyl records, bass guitars, drums Dislikes: soundproof rooms, being labeled as "the bad guy" Backstory: Max grew up in a broken home where music was her only escape. When her drunken father went to attack her, she yelled at him to leave her alone, sending him flying through the wall into the yard. She was taken away by an unknown research lab who ran countless tests on her to see her abilities. Finally frustrated by being trapped in a soundproof room and experimented on like a lab rat, Max escaped the facility never to look back. She changed her name and appearance so they'd never find her. She eventually made it to Jump City in hopes of making a new life for herself.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson JUMP CITY NEWS Hello, residence of Jump City! it's me, Chester Stevenson, with your daily highlights. Today has shaped up to be a beautiful late spring day with temps in the mid 70's, and sun, sun, sun! The downtown area is, as always, a prime spot for your recreation this afternoon with many of the outdoor cafes setup and ready for the warmer weather. If you find yourself in the waterfront parks keep a look out for the starting of the summer festival! The carnival on Jump City Pier will be opening soon and they love to show off their attractions along the parks. as for traffic in the busy streets we can see some light build ups through the grids, and construction on Main Avenue North in front of the 3rd Street offices and the Jump City Post has that end of town all stopped up. That will cover the highlights of today, but do come back this evening and join us for the latest scoops on the controversial reopening of the Lex Corp Research and Development labs that just two years ago was responsible for the widespread power-grid issues in the suburbs south of the city, and after that the Jump City District Attorney, Gregory Roberts, will be making a statement about the recent case against Pino Maroni and the findings of the investigation into his acquiring of several warehouses that were found to be housing illegal items. That and more tonight! --- -Robin- - Dick Grayson - "That is something that we can look into on our side, thanks for the heads up Cy." Robin said sitting at his desk on a call with some of the original Titan members. "I am sure that STAR Labs will have something public to cover it up, but we will see what we can find on the back end." Robin cycled his console through a couple screens of news and business articles as Cyborg signed off before continuing. "Beast Boy, I need your team to look into the images from the Watch Tower of the Congo Basin. It looks like there may be activity around an abandon mine there that were closed off after Deathstroke withdrew. Recon and report back." He sent a few files to Beast Boy and then he too signed off. "Raven, if your team is settled in alright I would really like you to get with Zatanna on the project I sent you. Keep your distance, but I want a heads up if there are any more anomalies." She then signed off shortly after Robin's instruction. That would conclude Robin's review of the overnight reports from the other Titan teams and their monthly briefing. Powering down his console he leaned back in his desk chair. Looking over some miscellaneous papers and clippings on his desk, he stood up and looked over to "The Wall" as it had been termed in the past. The Wall was a large portion of one of the walls in his room that was covered with bits of news papers, pictures, and other documents that were connected with strings of various colors like a tydie spiderweb. No longer used he kept it up more as a memento to the past successes of the team, and a way to keep vision. Looking over the various pages and plucking some of the strings he thought back on the days when he had last used this web of information now out of date. News articles about robberies, missing property and shipments, and some of sightings of monsters, while others were headlines of the teams victories. He found the most recent article on The Wall: a factory explosion headlined Titans Coordinate Sting to Apprehend Terrorist Cell the article talked about the efforts the team went through over the years to track down, expose, and attempt to apprehend the terrorist villain Deathstroke and those that worked with him. This article was two years old at this point and Robin had yet to hear anything of Deathstroke. the next news article in line with that was one of the Titans recruiting new members with the help of the JLA and splitting up to seed new teams around the globe. The news clipping had a picture of the team; Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg, standing shoulder to shoulder with other young meta humans. That was the last time the team had been all together. Taking a step back from the wall he sighed. Has it really been that long?. Shaking his head he sat back in his chair a moment. Save for Starfire, the others had went out to help establish and coordinate these other teams. They check in regularly and occasionally make it out for briefings on special projects, but it had been years since they had worked together. Robin gathered some documents and filed them away in an attempt to clean up his desk, forever buried in papers. Reaching for his Gotham High letterman jacket Robin paused a moment before passing it up and leaving his room to go to the kitchen where he would find some food before talking with the team about some leads they would be looking into for the week.</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Titan island was awash with sun. One of the tower's resident aliens had a penchant for soaking up the warmth and light on days like this. Although Ka'van couldn't technically tan, his skin being permanently the same, even shade of gray, he could certainly throw down a towel and sprawl out on the lawn. His black t-shirt drew in the heat, counteracting his cold skin. He was like a cat: he was drawn to warmth. It was one of the many things he loved about Earth. Ka'van's relationship with his new planet was...complicated. He enjoyed the new sights, the new experiences, and most of the people, but at the same time, he longed for home. His communication with his people had been lost when the device sent with him broke. He hadn't been able to find anyone to fix it, at least not yet. Earth had it's ups and downs, what with the wars, the fights, and the violence among humans. He found humans...scary sometimes. His own people had only had war with outsiders who brought it with them; never their own kind. But Earth also had good people, and he was relived to find friends among the Titans. They had certainly been a big help in getting him settled in his new world. Ka'van was forever grateful to them. His sunbathing and thoughts were interrupted by his stomach giving an unhappy growl. He hadn't had a bowl of oatmeal since that morning, he figured it was probably about time. Ka'van pealed himself up off the lawn and floated inside. He phased through a wall into the kitchen, where he saw the team's fearless leader making lunch. "Hello Robin," He said politely. The Boy Wonder was out of his cave for once; that was a pleasant surprise. Ka'van found Robin to be quite the enigma. He was brave, determined, and a great leader, but he often became obsessed with his work. Sometimes he wouldn't leave his room for days. Ka'van didn't think that this was normal human behavior, but the rest of the team seemed to let it go, so, he did too. He quietly began to boil water and poured his dry oats into a bowl.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxine "Max" Walters It had been a few months since Max escaped the lab, making it to Jump City thankfully in one piece and without drawing attention to herself. It wasn't easy to find a safe haven, but one abandoned house served as a temporary residence until she knew she was in the clear. She sighed softly, grabbing the plastic buckets she collected over time which she made into a makeshift drum set. It was something she always wanted as a kid before everything went to hell. She headed into town, eyes constantly surveying the people around her for any signs of danger. Sure, she could handle herself against the ones who held her captive, but she didn't want anyone else in the city to know of her...unique talent. Ever since she landed her father in the hospital, she was targeted for her ability to manipulate sound. She shuddered, remembering the cold, cruel place of the lab, vowing never to let that happen to her again. Pushing the dark thoughts behind, she finally made it to the park, setting the buckets down before her on a bench alongside a smaller one for change as she started to tap out a beat. She mostly sang or played 80s songs, but those were the ones which spoke to her the most. Connected to her personally.</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan "Come on. A little closer." Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away. "Come on…" She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. "Gotcha!" Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. "Ha! You're mine now." It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it's misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She'd learned that one the hard way. Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down. She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn't fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn't great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed. Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone."</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin was in the middle of cooking up some beacon and eggs when Ka'van walked in and greeted him as he began making his oats. "Hey Ka'van." He Replied. His toast popped up just as he finished cooking his eggs. Stacking all his ingredients together Robin began eating as Starfire floated in and began musing at the concepts of hot and cold foods eaten in their opposite states with Ka'van. "Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" Robin caught himself before spitting out chunks of egg from the resulting chuckle. It was amusing that even after spending so much time with Starfire and all the oddities she enjoys and thinks of daily, she can still come at you with something new and unexpected. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." "What about you Star, with your expertise on mustard, what makes it better: hot or cold" Robin asked playfully, half curious if she had actually considered it before. As he finished, Kassandra walked in, fish in hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone." She looked nervous, and it was understandable with her being one of the newest members. "Hi Kass. The stove top should still be hot." Robin tried his best at being approachable to all members, but all the years he spent with Batman kind of made that difficult to do naturally. He was glad that Starfire had stayed when the team split, when it came to breaking the ice and making people comfortable Robin was not the best, and Star is something of a natural at talking with people even if she does not know them well. Robin looked around the common area. "Has anyone seen Cassie? I have some things to go over for the week." --- Available units there is a 10-33 in progress in the Water Front area. Coast Guard is responding to a water craft 10-82, ETA 5 minutes. Additional units have been requested 10-18. EMT is alerted and en-route. Be aware; there are unconfirmed reports that an individual who may have boarded the water craft after the smoke cut visual of the deck. No emergency calls have come from the craft at this time. Coast Guard have asked to clear the nearest docking area for triage.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL It wasn't long until the voices from the kitchen drifted through Cassie's open door. What a great continuation of her day to have a meeting going on without her. Groaning, she lifted herself from her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy blue slipper rather than her running shoes. She did a quick look around her room before leaving, the remains of her frantic search strew throughout. The great thing about being an amazon was that cleaning your room never took long, especially when you were able to slam the over-stuffed closed door extra hard. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't still look like she'd just left the training room, she headed for the kitchen. "You called?" She said, leaning against the doorway with a coy smile before entering completely. Everyone else on the team was there. A stab of her insecurity made her hesitate for a second- certain they had all conspire to meet and gossip about her. At least it meant Robin had in fact been asking after her and not Kassandra with K. Of all the things she thought she'd have to fight over as a Titan, her name hadn't been one of them. She shook off her baseless fears and breezed past them all to the fridge to grab a yogurt cup. "So what is it? Bank robbery? Mayor's daughter kidnapped? People disappearing around a not-suspicious-at-all science lab?"</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks. A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome. Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case! Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals. The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative. Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them. "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders. For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own. "I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt. Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others. "I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean. Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work. Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look. People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL Cassie didn't even flinch when the alarms began to go off. She remained the picture of calmness, even as Robin began giving out instructions, finding a spoon and even continuing to eat her yogurt as the rest of the team jumped into action. Inwardly, it was all she could do to keep from breaking through the kitchen wall to get to the scene. Her small insecurities evaporated in the excitement of a real mission. "Well I was half right," She shrugged with while her heart pounded. Tossing her half finished snack, she followed Starfire's path out the kitchen but turned to her own room where her equipment waited. Artimes's training had permeated enough so at least Wonder Girl's lasso and arm bands were always hanging off the back of the door, regardless what the rest of Cassie's room might look like. She was still fastening the lasso to her hip and sliding her heals into her sneakers when she peaked back into the kitchen just in time to which Kassandra good luck and find Robin; the teams flightless member. "I can give you a lift if you need one." She offered before tucking back in the hallway to sprint towards the still open window Starefire had used. Fly had long since stopped being such an easy thrill for Cassie. Years of training and pattern exercises had made it just another part of her routine, but there was still excitement to be found in the faces of the crowds that watched. Coming up on the smoking yacht surrounded by police and curious crowds, she truly felt like Wonder Girl, someone people could count on. She glimpsed Starfire below, on the dock speaking with the police before circling the crime scene. It was hard to see much of anything with all the smoke, though she was almost sure she could distinguish the more misty form of Wraith on the deck for a brief moment before he disappeared below. Cassie landed at the helm of the ship, clearing out the cockpit of confused crew whom she brought to Starfire, as they did their best to recount what had happened between lungfuls of smoke. "I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." She confirmed with her team-mate before returning back to the yacht.</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Ted hadn't been able to work up the nerve to make a break for it which he cursed himself out for as he began to hear the tell tale signs of something amiss up above. He heard the whooshing of flight and the other jet up above along with the landing thud and talking. He wasn't a betting man but Ted was fairly certain that the titans had arrived on scene. "Fiddlesticks." This was absolutely what he wanted, being put on the map and getting a popularity boost by going toe to toe with some supers but he was beginning to second guess himself now. Not only was he outmatched, he was outgunned and his mind was starting to go blank as the realization that he may not make it out of here a free man began to sink in. Maybe turning himself over would be his best bet? It would probably save him a lot of bruising. No, he'd gotten this far, might as well go out with a bang. As he tried to think of what that bang would be, Ted caught a glimpse of what confirmed his theory. The air suddenly got cold in the hideaway room as part of the Teen Titans member Wraith floated in. Like a bat out of hell, Ted sprinted towards the upper deck. Quickly he turned the setting on his Airgun pretty high, loaded up his grappling hook and made his way for the stairs where the guards would no doubt be stationed. Upon coming to the stairs Ted did a quick assessment of who was in his way to the top. A few security guards were stationed there but luckily they seemed somewhat distracted at the moment as they spoke with someone. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ted quickly brought his Airgun up and fired at his ship, getting its location from the small whiffs of smoke still escaping from the nozzles. As soon as he heard the satisfying clunk of metal on metal Ted began to zip himself up the stairway, barreling through the guards. Now was his big moment to let everyone know who he was and though he still wasn't sure he could get away with it, especially now considering how close in proximity all the titans were, Ted wracked his brain to think of something to say. "Scarlet Scarab did this! I am he!" Ted yelled as he sped by, mounting his ship quickly and all but jumping for the controls as he tried to speed away from the crime scene after tossing the jewel into his bed.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray "Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough. He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain! "I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps? He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it. "Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan With Wraith's directions, Mirage started to head for the top of the boat. Once she got there, she didn't see anything. "Hmm... there's got to be a way." Then she had a brilliant idea. Reaching for the staff lashed around her waist, she pulled it and set it standing upward, with the octopus facing the sky. With an effort of will and a summoning of the magical runes etched all over it, Mirage started to summon a stream of water from the seas outside the ship. The runes lit a soft, glowing blue as she did so. The water spiraled up and on until it was obediently waiting in a large sphere in front of her. There were some small lake creatures and some algae in it; maybe she'd pulled too deep. Oh well. "Up!" Mirage commanded. The orb of water shot upward like a rocket, whistling through the empty air until- SPLASH! It hit something. Mirage watched closely as the ship took form briefly, a void in the water as it started to come down. "Gotcha!" She pinged the spot on her communicator. The flyers would have to do the rest. "Found the ship!"</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL Cassie felt oddly in control of the situation, despite the chaos of security still running around and the thick smoke that made it nearly impossible to tell who exactly was on the ship. After all, there were five Titans on call. No sooner had her cockiness come into existance before smacking her in the face. There was distinctive coughing from the stairs behind behind her post, prompting Cassie to investigate and find another member of the crew struggling up the stairs. She was kneeling over the man when a bullet shot between them, leaving both more than slightly dazed as a man in red sped past them on a grappling hook. "Shit" Cassie muttered before jumping into action, she ran off the edge of the yacht to join the assailant in the sky. "Any idea on direction Wraith?" Almost in response a massive jet of water surged upwards, knocking Cassie out of the sky. Underwater, Cassie waited for the worst of the waves to subside before breaking the surface again; ready to begin a very long and deserved grudge on Kassandra, until she saw the faint outline of an aircraft dripping water. "Nice aim Mirage" Was all she said as she sped off in pursuit again. The water that had revealed the ship so briefly was already dripping away and it was impossible to determine any distinctive parts available to sabotage, but neither stopped Cassie from barreling headfirst into the aircraft, lodging her fist and forearm past the cloaked outer surface. She made a conscious effort not to look down. It was one thing to fly herself after practicing for years, clinging to the side of an aircraft piloted by whatever kind of criminal was much less appealing. "I'm just outside Wraith, going to see if I can find the engines. Stay safe."</s>
<\|description\|>Kassandra Keigwan Alias: Mirage Image/Description: Kassy is about 5'6 and rather pudgy, with dark skin and thick, curly white hair. Her eyes are bright orange, with wide pupils. She tends to wear feminine clothing and lots of jewelry, long skirts and a continuous lack of shoes when inside the base. Age: 16 Gender: Female Race: Atlantean Alignment: Hero Mentor: Technically Aquaman but they've never actually trained together, he's more like her sponsor. Skills/Meta Abilities: Illusions - Kassy's most versatile ability is that she can form illusions of all 5 senses. Sight and sound are the easiest for her; tactile illusions a bit more difficult. Smell and taste are possible for Kassy, but she's not very good at them; mostly because those are quite subjective. Her favorite tricks are to make herself invisible and soundless, leaving her able to easily surprise unaware enemies. Her illusions do not work on robots or electronic devices, and most of the time, animals won't be fooled by the sight/smell illusions. The more people she is trying to fool, the weaker the illusions are. Resistance - Kassy has a natural resistance, and in some cases, immunity to other mental attacks. Another illusionist will be ineffective against her, and another mind controller would have to be extremely powerful (and only focused on her) to defeat her. Atlantean Physiology: Due to generations of living under the sea, Atlantean have evolved to breathe underwater and be far superior to any other human. Staff combat – Kassy's magic staff is very durable, and she's learned to use it as a physical weapon. The octopus figure topping it is weighted, and packs a punch. Knife combat – While she would much prefer to stay out of the action, if she has to, Kassy can defend herself with a small hooked fishing knife. Weaknesses: Aquatic form - Kassy has to sleep submerged in water, and has to drink constantly to properly maintain a bipedal form. If she gets dehydrated, she reverts back to what many would call a 'merperson'. Further dehydration would be fatal. While she does drink almost constantly to counteract this weakness, there is no way around this part of her physiology. No Confidence – Kassy is capable of more than she knows. Due to her Atlantean physiology, she is capable of great strength and has superhuman durability as well. However, she doesn't really believe she can do anything spectacular. She is usually convinced she will fail, and punishes herself harshly for not meeting expectations. Controlled Suppression – Some elements of Kassy's power have been blocked off by her own extensive training, due to the dangerous and forbidden aspect. She has the ability to use them, but would have to concentrate or be under severe duress to bring them to the forefront. Equipment: Mage Armor – Kassy's battle dress is magically reinforced to be durable and element resistant, made of the same material that other Atlanteans' suits. It also absorbs water, to keep her cool and hydrated in battle. Elemental Staff – The staff Kassy carries is made of metal with a magical core, and it's covered in various runes. She has elemental spells 'programmed' in, ones that she can use at will to control fire, water, air and earth. There is a figure of an octopus that tops the staff, whose eyes light up to correspond with the running spell. (Kassy has named this figurine Damiek.) *Static Illusion charm – Kassy has a seashell-shaped pendant that she wears when outside of the team quarters. It gives her a human appearance, changing her white hair to black, and her orange eyes to a more human-standard brown. When she's at home with the others, she leaves it off. Personality: Kassandra comes off as initially shy and reserved, an unusual trait for a hero. She keeps to herself. She seems somewhat unconfident in her abilities, despite being vetted just like the others. However, once she warms up to people, she is sweet-hearted and charming, always ready with a smile for others and a kind word. She has a strong sense of justice and will fight for others faster than she will defend herself. Likes: Food, jewelry, music, singing (though she never sings in front of others) Dislikes: extreme heat, being the center of attention, peanuts Backstory: Kassandra was born with a rare type of magic, one that had been systematically expunged from her race's DNA long before she was born. Magic powers over the spirit, the mind, the unconscious - things that couldn't be quite quantified or explained. Many centuries ago, Atlanteans with that kind of power used it to do all sorts of unspeakable things. Rule over others, change their emotions, create forced loyalty or fear, or love. They were called 'sirens'. It took a massive uprising to release them from the sirens' control, but once they did, they took care to try and kill each and every siren they found, whether they had done anything wrong or not. Some survived, burying their power and keeping it hidden, never staying in one place for fear of discovery. Kassy's grandfather could read minds. Her mother could speak to the dead. Kassy herself can cast illusions of all sorts, tricking minds into seeing or hearing things. Her mother and father traveled the planet, never staying in one place for a long time. Her mother took work from those who didn't hate her power, and they lived this way until Kassy was about eight. Her mother's spirit was torn from her body in the middle of a channeling, and despite attempts to keep her vessel alive, her body ceased to live. Her distraught father took young Kassy to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did. Young Kassy grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader and a budding sociopath, and was determined to beat the magic out of her. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Kassy's only solace was in her cousin Leonce, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was her savior many times over. Her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Kassy with him, she declined. Left on her own, Kassy honed her magic in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. All she had to do was make it four more years, and then she would be an adult in the eyes of the law. Unfortunately, four years proved to be too long. Her aunt's attitude got worse, and without her cousin interfering, Kassy felt she was close to snapping. After one particularly rough night, Kassy gathered what she had and left home, determined to find somewhere that she belonged. She swam on and on, only stopping permanently in the massive city of Atlantis. When browsing the market for food, she ran into - and stopped - a robbery attempt with quick use of her magic. Instead of being thankful, the man she helped was terrified. She didn't have time to consider the consequences of using her magic in such a public space, and word spread like squid ink in clear water. She was arrested that same night, and brought to the palace. Although the guards were skeptical of how someone who was still just a girl could be dangerous, Kassy agreed to go, already defeated in spirit and feeling she deserved to be in prison. She spent the night locked up, most of it crying and absolutely certain she'd never see the outside world again. With the new morning came a change in fate. Kassy was fed, bound, and led to an official chamber for sentencing. There she was introduced to no less than the king of Atlantis, Arthur Curry himself. Her immediate thought was that the lifetime in prison she thought she was destined for had been upgraded to an execution. However, the king took pity on her, saying that she had potential – not to be a hindrance, but a hero. They spoke for hours, and by the end of it, Kassy agreed to his offer to be trained as a royal magician. She was given a room, a small stipend, and several tutors. Her skill grew, and her magic flourished. When the King got word of the new Titans team being formed, he volunteered Kassy for it. Kassy still isn't sure she's the right fit.</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks. A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome. Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case! Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals. The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative. Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them. "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders. For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own. "I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt. Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.</s>	<\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others. "I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean. Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work. Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look. People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.</s>
<\|description\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager The female variant (right). The artist, Moriartea-chan Weapon: Staff Combat Orientation: Magical Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Fire - The embodiment of primordial power. It specializes in both destruction and self-empowerment. A highly offensive element. Secondary: Hand-picked by the players. Your character will have marginally higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Lightning - A variation of Fire element. Whilst Fire element's effects are often rough and unrefined, Lightning put the full power of fire, and direct it in surgical precision. Requires affinity to Fire element. Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Intelligence: Your character starts with increased memory and cognitive ability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Your character starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Prophet: When outside of battle, the energy "Vassa the Prophet" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: Sigil magic: The use of symbolic representations (e.g. glyphs, monograms, pictorial signatures) to practice magic. Such symbols must be inscribed upon a surface and infused with the caster's intent, willpower, and magical energy. The uses are various, though at this tier fairly simple (e.g. barriers, traps, minor wards). This type of magic can be used in the quick, dirty, and rough variant, or in a complex, highly specific, and time consuming manner.</s> <\|message\|>Cythril of Two Minds. "P...pretty?" Cythril said in response to Lisami calling his name that. His ears perked up, he rose to his feet and he scratched his cheek in light embarrassment. He was trying to come up with something to say, but no words came to mind. It didn't seem like the goddess was too bothered by it as She continued to talk shortly after, even without his input. It caused another headache for Cythril, the pain assaulting him shortly after Her mention of the void's wraiths. He had to clutch his head and shut his eyes tightly to not get overwhelmed by the migraine. Flashes of memories assaulted him, taking complete control of him for a moment. He could remember it all. The smell of blood. The impact of the weapon in both his hands slicing through any who stood in his way. The feelings he had at the height of battle, and his hatred for the gods. Cythril wished death unto every last one, an unrelenting paragon and martyr who lead the people in an unholy crusade. But he couldn't remember what he was holding. It was like there was some part of him that's missing, a hazy blur among all the crystal clear stills. He spontaneously stumbled on his feet. Guided by instinct, he backed away a little from Lisami. "What was... am I...?" he muttered, but without being able to find any words to finish the thought. Cythril repeated phrases like it a few times, each with a short break, trying to sort out his memories. All he wanted before entering this garden was a chance, but what chance? Another swing at Lisami? A chance to run away from his own mistakes? Redemption? Cythril looked up at his... enemy. He should be fighting Her. Trying to kill Her... but he couldn't. He didn't feel at ease. The emotions of what he'd done screamed at him to lash out, to spill the goddess' blood. No matter how much it yelled at him, Cythril wouldn't be able to. He no longer had his weapon... and no longer felt the way he had. "I... have changed," he replied. They talked. It was comforting. Cythril felt terrified of Lisami before, but the more She entertained him, the less he felt on edge. It was only a small comfort; his memories kept coming back to nag at him. No matter how much the man tried to take his mind off it, he couldn't ignore these revelations. Even though they were mere flashes, they were undoubtedly real. The cynic inside him screamed not to trust Her, that She had gone mad. Cythril didn't want to listen. Even if his memories are true, the Lisami in front of him is not what the stories painted her to be. What his memories told him She was. The goddess had to excuse herself at some point in their conversation and left the man on his own. Cythril didn't like the sound of the "uninvited guests" she used as the excuse. Without Lisami around, his eyes were drawn to the object he'd noticed before. It was Her 'trophy' buried in the center. He stepped over to it, the handle that stuck out of the floor almost beckoning him. More pain assaulted his head as he got closer. The object was nostalgic. Cythril knew it belonged to him. He slowly started to reach for it in trance-like state, but a sudden rustle snapped him out of it. Cythril glanced over in the direction that said rustle had come from. From the hedgerows. Two figures popped out them. "What are you-?" Cythril never got to finish the question. A shockwave caused the attire of the all the garden's visitors to flutter in a gust of wind. Cythril turned his back to the other two, but still took a few steps in their direction. It put the 'trophy' in front of his face. He glanced at it for a moment, right before his instincts kicked in. Danger. It took him no time at all to crouch down and a keep his head low. Something swooped by and missed him by a hair's breadth. He looked up, scanning for his assailant. It didn't take long to find. A giant dragonfly, twice the size of a person. It wasn't looking at him. It didn't even seem to register him. The bug's beady eyes were transfixed on the two females that had entered the domain. Protecting it from trespassers. 'I don't need to do anything here,' Cythril thought. He could just let the two of them deal with this. He ignored the commotion, turning his eyes back to the object. 'I don't need to, but...' his thoughts trailed off again. No. This wasn't right. He still hadn't made sense of those memories. He needed to draw it out. That extension of himself. It was the only way. Cythril stepped closer. He wrapped both his hands around the shaft. A pain first assaulted his hands, then his arms. It started as a light shock, then bony tendrils sprouted from the object to stab into Cythril's skin. Was it testing him? Were they trying to repel him? He didn't care about those questions. This object was his. Damned be that a nobody resigns themselves to nothing. With a mighty heave, Cythril pulled out his very own Excalibur. That said, it was no sword. The long, wooden shaft ending in a curved blade... it could only have been a farmer's scythe. No ordinary weapon, just a tool. A blade meant for reaping wheat. That's all he had, once. The one thing he'd been able to get his hands on. In order to defend himself... to rage war against the gods. It felt right in Cythril's hands. It made him feel tingly, nostalgic. With his scythe in hand, he could feel a hint of the arcane flowing through him. It wasn't much, but it was familiar. Cythril once used spells and techniques. Now, he'd use them again. He turned back to the dragonfly, gauging its behaviour relative to the two newcomers. His scythe was crying for blood. It wanted to revolt, to lash out against something. Thousands of voices all gathered in his head, crying out in a singular purpose: Battle. Cythril could ignore himself no longer. The arcane magic that ran through his body began to flow into the wooden handle of his scythe. It all gathered on the edge of its blade, and as it did, Cythril dashed off to the side. He wanted to find the opportunity for a clean shot at the unaware foe. The magic coursing through his weapon first formed to coat the blade in raging flames, then those flames quickly morphed into the crackling of electricity. Cythril spun his body around to slash the air with his scythe, sending a bolt of lightning crashing straight toward the oversized insect. Unfortunately for him, not only was he was clumsier with his weapon than he had been, but the insect had also caught on. It moved to the side, Cythril's lightning harmlessly striking one of the walls. The situation started looking bad now that he'd lost the element of surprise. Even if there was distance between the two of them and even if it was three-on-one, this dragonfly was nimble and quick to react. Cythril didn't have time to charge another spell, so he brought his scythe up closer. He needed to reposition, but his first worry was to dodge any counter-attack his self-made adversary would launch.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s>	<\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s>
<\|description\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Appearance: Zeyruun stands at 6'2, most of his height comes from his legs. He has broad shoulders that naturally hang back, puffing out his chest. His deep brown eyes compliment his dark tanned skin. Zeyrrun is bald but should he let his hair grow out it would be a curly mess that would grow upwards as opposed to down. His body physique looks toned from excersize, his muscles slender yet prominent. Besides his otherwise bald body he was created with an extended goatee that reaches up to the lobes of his ears. On the back of Zeyruun's right hand you will find the Crest of the keeper. The crest of the keeper is a circular sun with small angular rays coming from it inside of a square made of tiny interlocking rings. In the very center of the sun is four thick dots. Weapon: War Hammer Combat Orientation: Physical Element: Primary: Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Secondary: Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize Zeyruun's weapon of choice at will - Superior Strength: Zeyruun starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Zeyruun starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Avenger: When outside of battle, the energy "Flau the Avenger" exudes will repair the damages done to Zeyruun's body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: -Verum Spatium: Zeyruun's words are imbued with his will, making others compelled to tell him the truth. Blatant lies leaves them feeling a sense of foreboding emptiness. -Fortis Crimen: Zeyruun uses the strength of his defence to his advantage. Charging hammer first in a straight line knocking over or stumbling most enemies. -Malleus Contritio: Zeyruun channels his strength into a mighty jump, leaping high into the Air. He then comes down with his hammer in a brutal blow.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s>	<\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke. Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in... Stop It! You're in Battle! Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity. Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.</s>
<\|description\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Appearance: Zeyruun stands at 6'2, most of his height comes from his legs. He has broad shoulders that naturally hang back, puffing out his chest. His deep brown eyes compliment his dark tanned skin. Zeyrrun is bald but should he let his hair grow out it would be a curly mess that would grow upwards as opposed to down. His body physique looks toned from excersize, his muscles slender yet prominent. Besides his otherwise bald body he was created with an extended goatee that reaches up to the lobes of his ears. On the back of Zeyruun's right hand you will find the Crest of the keeper. The crest of the keeper is a circular sun with small angular rays coming from it inside of a square made of tiny interlocking rings. In the very center of the sun is four thick dots. Weapon: War Hammer Combat Orientation: Physical Element: Primary: Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Secondary: Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize Zeyruun's weapon of choice at will - Superior Strength: Zeyruun starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Zeyruun starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Avenger: When outside of battle, the energy "Flau the Avenger" exudes will repair the damages done to Zeyruun's body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: -Verum Spatium: Zeyruun's words are imbued with his will, making others compelled to tell him the truth. Blatant lies leaves them feeling a sense of foreboding emptiness. -Fortis Crimen: Zeyruun uses the strength of his defence to his advantage. Charging hammer first in a straight line knocking over or stumbling most enemies. -Malleus Contritio: Zeyruun channels his strength into a mighty jump, leaping high into the Air. He then comes down with his hammer in a brutal blow.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera grit her teeth as she continued powering the spell, restraining the dragonfly. Sweat beaded on her brow and the nape of her neck as she watched the monster struggling. Thankfully, one of the other strangers took her cue, and sprinted at the insect, yelling that she got it. Alnaera didn't quite know why the green-haired female had chosen to attack from close up with a bow, but the resulting thwack was impressive enough that she nodded in satisfaction. After one of the creature's eyes got destroyed, however, the flying menace broke free and was more enraged then ever. Alnaera dropped into a crouch, bracing against her staff as she prepared to defend. It was mainly by chance that she still had the other female within sight. The archer was struggling with the gunk sticking to her. As such, she had no way of seeing or avoiding the attack their opponent was preparing for. Muttering a low curse, the horned mage dashed in front of her, sweeping her staff wide once she skittered to a stop. Light and dark comingled, and a transparent yellowish rectangle appeared floating before the females while a shadowy smog rolled up to their waists, protectively undulating against them. The defense had been put up just in time, however the hastiness of its construction proved to be its undoing. The wind slices struck at the thin shield, cracking then breaking it apart. The dark grey tendrils rose to eat up the rest of the attack, but slowly, and as a result only managed to shave it down a bit. As such, the leftover force of the attack bit into Alnaera, resulting in two long, though relatively shallow cuts. The mage hissed at the damage to her left hip and right shoulder. Still, it was lesser than it would have been without the barrier. She was thankful that the insect hadn't chosen to physically ram them, which is what she assumed it was about to do to the archer. She was about to dish out as good as she got, the wolf-man started a dance of blade and magic, using the opportunity to greatly damage the dragonfly. Alnaera kept track of his progress while she healed herself, an ordeal which left her pleasantly warm and even slightly energized. Then, using her remaining reserves, she began channeling energy up into the sky, slowly constructing a lightning cloud. The very moment the scythe-bearing male finished with his part, she directed the gathered forces towards a purpose. Lances of sparking blue crashed down into the dragonfly, spearing and shocking it – and only it. The ground directly underneath it and perhaps half a meter around it was charred, but the rest of the surroundings (and more importantly, her provisionary allies) were left unaffected. Alnaera was left panting with the effort that had taken. Surely, that was it for the creature? If it recovered, or if more came…it didn't bear thinking about.</s> <\|message\|>Akshay Daŭra, "The Shade" (Sorry for the wait!) [@LukasVolkov @Undying Curiosity With the adrenaline of finding his name still thrumming in his blood, Akshay was quick to respond. He swung his shield into the path of the dagger just in time, the resounding clang echoing through the garden - but before he could come up with a more offensive countermeasure, their attacker was gone again and his vision was full of smoke. Damn. What he did glean from that split second, however, was useful enough. "Long coat, long hair, no helm," he muttered over his shoulder, hoping his 'partner' was still close enough to hear. "Cunning, it seems. Be on your guard." Hopefully these slivers of information would be useful, but until then, what could he do? ...Ah, now he remembered. Akshay held his shield steady and expanded his senses a little more. With a little focus, he was sure his blindsight would find her. He just needed to focus. "Buy me some time," he added, even more quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf My eyes widened at the bold but ultimately foolish move. Who wields a hammer in such a way? I used my momentum to slid on the ground, nearly missing having my skull bashed to bone by the hammer. Instead it thudded against my shoulder. Despite the odd use, the power behind the strike was no joke. My shoulder felt as though ripped from the socket, but better that than my skull crushed like a grape. I hissed as the force nearly sent me sprawling and I ran past him. A plume of smoke erupted in my wake blanketing the hammer wielding warrior as I carried onward, toward his now defenseless companion, who now stood alone. Best p[art was their back was exposed. My mouth watered and my hand tightened around my dagger. An ominous shadow flowing from the blade like smoke from dying embers. My eyes focused on his right side, a vulnerable spot. Kidney perhaps, my mind whispered. I grinned and lunged, intent to sink all nine inches of shadowed steel into my unwary prey. @Undying Curiosity</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun felt a shock run through his palms as his hammer collided with something in the smoke. He positive it wasn't Akshay and he wasn't quite close enough to hit the gazebo where the deities sat. It could only mean his attack landed true, but the way his hammer continued moving after the impact it was almost like it bounced off. It wasn't a direct hit, but they must've felt it at least, Zeyruun thought as he stood in the smoke. He didn't catch a glimpse of the long hair or the coat that Akshay mentioned, his vision was simply too obscured. Zeyruun had to really think about this fight. He was battling an enemy that could create their own advantageous environment, Zeyruun could feel a magic course through his body but he didn't know if he could put it to practical use. The power, the raw unrefined power, felt bright and comforting in his being. Letting it out could just make him an easier target to attack, a bright light in a cloud of smoke? Not a good idea. Think. Think. Think! An idea formed in his mind. In the heat of the moment, he couldn't predict the outcome or the repercussions, but he had to give it a try. Zeyruun placed the hammer in both his hands, gripping the shaft tightly. He squatted down and prepared to jump. He sat there, knees bent, for a few moments, trying to gather the rampaging light within himself and harness it. It was easier than it seemed, it felt so natural to manipulate the power. He did what he could to channel the power into his legs, making the skin around his thighs to grow taut from his straining muscles. With an explosive release, Zeyruun jumped into the air soaring up to a grand 15 meters. The sudden release of his power towards the ground, which propelled him upwards, created a flash of light that disappeared in a second. The wave of energy that left his feet grew outwards along the ground, pushing the smoke away in a radius. Not enough! The smoke only cleared about a meter or two away from him, not nearly enough to reveal the enemy or even Akshay for that matter. Hopefully, this next part would change things up a bit. Zeyruun hung in the air for what felt like forever, hanging just beyond the plume below. He eventually began to fall to the ground. He raised his hammer over his head, and plummeted downwards towards a ground he couldn't see. As he fell he closed his eyes and tried to discern his height. once only a meter above the ground and slammed his hammer downwards onto the ground, sending out a shockwave. The shockwave didn't dissipate the smoke as he wanted, it had more of an effect on the ground, sending out a brutal tremor in all directions. this attack hadn't cleared out the smoke as he wanted, but the effect could still work for him, hopefully it throws their attacker off balance. With one attack of his landing but not a direct hit and this tremor he sent out, the fear of fighting an enemy he couldn't see didn't seem so tough. Now, Zeyruun just needed to get back to Akshay who may or may not have been affected by the tremor as well.</s> <\|message\|>Akshay Daŭra, "The Shade" Curiosity @LukasVolkov At the shockwave that spread from Zeyruun's hammer-pound, Akshay found himself forced forwards, staggering a couple of steps. A flash of anger spread through him for a moment - but it was quickly snuffed out. They were strangers. Of course they didn't hold together like a woven rope - these things took time, right? He wobbled, vulnerable, and had to swing his shield up and out of the way to counterbalance. His adversary didn't respond to goading, and he wasn't fast enough to track her the usual way, which meant he had few options. Akshay called on a sense he hadn't so much as touched since the god-war went on, and the form of his enemy lit up in his eyes like a sparkler... slightly too late. He saw her coming, but despite his best effort to get out of the way, he hadn't left himself enough time to dodge completely. Lykantha's dagger slashed a deep gouge in his side, and Akshay let out a snarl of pain - even as his hand grasped tight around her wrist, pinning her in place and hopefully preventing her from dodging back into the smoke. She'd landed a dangerous injury that he'd be paying for very soon, but Akshay trusted that his "partner" would take advantage of the moment and do something to deal with her.</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf Lykantha saw blood splatter and flow from the wound she'd caused. A thrill ran through her at the sight of blood, staunched just barely be being grabbed. The grip around her wrist was like iron chains binding her in place. The shockwave forced her to stumble, combined with the grip around her wrist she stumbled. But it afforded her an opportunity. She slid onto her back and twisted her herself. Her wrist burned in protest but she ignored it. She dropped her dagger, decently snatching it from the air with her other hand. This all occurred in the span of a breath before she made to slam the dagger's all nine inches into Akshay's belly and rip down. She'd gut one of them before night's end if she was to fall tonight. @Undying Curiosity</s>	<\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. When Zeyruun landed he waited patiently for the sound of fumbled footsteps but instead heard something much much worse. The sound of wrapping noises like that of moving clothes followed by a muffled outcry. Zeyruun could almost feel the pain emanating from the noise, a noise that he knew came from Akshay. Dammnit! He thought, furious at his foolish attempt to disperse the smoke. I must've made it harder for him. Damnit! Zeyruun gripped his Large hammer and strode through the smoke towards the noise. Using his eyes to guide him was futile but he insisted on keeping them open in case something came within range. The wrapping noise continued growing louder as he grew closer and closer to Akshay, or at least who he thought was Akshay. There they were, nearly a few feet in front of him, fighting. Akshay with a strong grip on the assailant and the attacker moving with profound dexterity into another position to strike. Zeyruun's blunder would be redeemed here if he were to land a direct hit on the attacker this time. Akshay gave him a perfect shot, he wouldn't need to rely so much on accuracy this time, instead, he could focus on pushing out as much power as he could. Zeyuun skipped into a power stance while raising his hammer above his right shoulder. His hands slid together, joining at the bottom of the shaft. The perfect hit... Zeyruun raised his leg, his knee lifting up nearly as high as his chest. Zeyruun then dropped his foot forward and down, landing between him and the Attacker. His stomping leg shifted his entire weight forward and with using the moment of the stomp he swung his mighty hammer, throwing his entire weight behind the blow. The head of the hammer came whizzing down from above his shoulder, striking through the air on a direct trajectory to the upper ribs of the dagger wielder. The attacker was throwing a stab at Akshay, clearly intent on incapacitating for good. Zeyruun prayed to the light that his hammer lands before her dagger.</s>
<\|description\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle. Weapon: Bow and Arrows Combat Orientation: Balanced Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell. Secondary: Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: - Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. The Seeker reluctantly followed the skeletal being. He who was their enemy. Their efforts to escape the darkness had been replaced with the desire to kill the darkness, this darkness took the form of some sort of astral skeletal being. Unfortunately for the seeker the being was much more powerful than they had imagined. With a quick turn of events, the seeker was lead to a grand place where the skeletal being sat with another seemingly deific being, they knew within their heart just who these two beings were. He felt as if he knew who they were but he struggled to come up with a specific name for them, he lingered in his thoughts. Releasing his focus on what was happening around him and dived into his mind. It was the first time he had a moment to think about things and for some reason his mind kept coming back to a name. This name, 'his name, had not just appeared. It appeared moments after trying to save someone, but everything was moving so fast...nothing like his time in the abyss. In the abyss, events happened but he could never discern the order in which they happened but in this world of light things happened one at a time and then they moved on. How am I supposed to register all of this? he stood looking at the two in the gazebo. Let's go over what happened...His mind spoke clear to him while the sounds around him drowned into a muffled roar. I was in the darkness. I tried to save someone. I am in the light. My name, I know, is Zeyruun. I attacked-. He thought process was cut short as it wanted to linger on that last thought. He didnt want to think of anything else at the moment. Zeyruun... Zeyruun had a body. It had grown around him, cocooning him in its embrace. He didn't feel like he had time to dwell on his transcendence at that moment, at the time he needed to kill darkness. However, he remembers the event vividly. Bones sprouted out from his being, muscles and sinew latched onto the bones seconds later. Skin encased the new body in its entirety, a dark tan colour. His body felt tall, he felt this was especially true when standing in the beautiful garden with the other abyss dweller whom he tried saving. His body had no hair on the head, but it had hair over his chest...no, it wasn't hair and it wasn't coming from his chest. It was on his chest. A shirt, another peice of clothing hanging on his legs aswell. It was all very weird and surreal what was happening before him. To his left Zeyruun could see the other one, the one like him, coming into a body of his own, likely he came into a name aswell. He spared a glance at him, Zeyruun felt something towards this one, understanding? Relief? Fellowship? It was hard to fully grasp how he felt but at the very least he didnt feel bad. Zeyruun felt he must have looked the same way as the being beside him when he himself came into his body, surprise and confused followed by an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort. Zeyruun forced himself out of his thoughts and moved to the gazebo a step or two behind the other one. Something told Zeyruun to wait and listen, the other one seemed to speak freely and naturally, but Zeyruun didn't know what to say. He just stood there solid in posture, waiting for the two deific beings to explain things to him.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Channeling my energy into the shadow-bound being worked; I felt an answering hum vibrate throughout my body. Memories of a story, part of my former knowledge began playing out in my head. It was thrilling at first; finally, I was recovering what should be mine. This was part of what I have forgotten, and it felt right to have it returned to me. However, I was not used to such an overwhelming assault of information, and soon I was screaming, clutching at my head, violently shuddering. It was as if I were experiencing several vivid dreams – painful nightmares? – all at once, the only reprieve the possibility of falling unconscious. However, I did not faint; the barrage of visions did not allow me to do so and nor did I truly wish to miss this. I gritted my teeth against the pain, enduring. Even when my own flames engulfed me, from within and without, I weathered the agony. "Oh, this…is," I muttered. I recognized that what I had seen was my world. It was where I belonged. The pain and the flames abated, and I fell to the floor, breath laboured. The air had never tasted sweeter, though the sweat clung to me, uncomfortably sticky. Wait, sweat? I queried myself. Was I not a being of shadow, unaffected by such mundane concerns? I looked down at myself, and saw the surprising changes. I was not made of darkness, after all. Perhaps I should have realized how odd it was to possess such a distinctly material staff while I myself was such a vague existence. Robes adorned my body, and I blinked at the curved chest and hip area. Female, I recalled. The little glimpse of flesh I saw wrapped around my palms was mocha with an undertone of gray, and somehow, I knew that so was the rest of me. I patted my face, my mouth, my sharp teeth, the short black hair upon my head, and the pair of horns curling forward from it. "Alnaera! I am Alnaera!" I exclaimed, exhilarated. This was my name. My name. I couldn't have suppressed the beaming smile even had I wanted to. When I turned to the creature I had released, fires were raging, tall and wide. Within it were piles of unburning scriptures. I identified the entity in front of me as one of the Pillars. It spoke to me, introducing itself, and I nodded in response. "Yes," I stated, unhesitatingly. I did not truly know whether I had mastery over such a being as this, but why refuse its offer? "Who are you to me, then? A servant? A follower? An assistant or an informant?" I queried it in return.</s> <\|message\|>Cythril of Two Minds. The nobody's mystery woman seemed shocked at the greeting, even asked if they were not afraid, which... sure made them regret not hightailing it first chance they got. 'Maybe the smile didn't work,' they thought. Said thought stuck for a second. The nobody hadn't stopped to take a moment to ponder it themselves, but... they didn't even know what they looked like. If they even had a face to smile with. What... what was the nobody? "Well, I guess it's refreshing to meet someone who does not have a meltdown over a simple 'hello'," were the words to snap the nobody back to reality, or whatever was meant to pass for it. Seems like not bolting was the right choice after all. 'Oh yeah, smooth sailing now,' they briefly thought to themselves as they watched the lady wave her hand. Maybe not knowing the reality of your existence isn't so bad if you can hang out with a total babe like- Lisami. It hurt. That name hurt so much. The pain assaulted the nobody as suddenly as it was mentioned, their 'body' freezing stiff for a moment. From an outsider's perspective, nothing too gruesome was happening. However, what it felt like was different. Not only did the pain of memories flooding into the nobody's- no, their name was Cythril. The memories contained it. Cythril's mind. Lisami. Cythril. Goddess. Balance. EndingsOmegaworldVoidfoxspiritpreservethecreationof Bones snapped into place, the back shot out three different ways, limbs were growing and coiling around themselves, hair shooting out like needles. No screaming. There wasn't a voice left to scream with as their lungs choked on themselves. Ran out of air to breathe outwards. Out of noise to make. Blood started to circulate aggressively through the veins of this newfound body, feeling the heat it lacked finally land through a burning sensation akin to fire and brimstone. It subsided. The result of this hellish experience was a man, lying down in the grass. He barely had the time to ponder the ticklish feelings of the moist blades rubbing against his skin. He pushed himself up, looking down at his hands. Unlike before, he could see them with clarity. Not just the hands, but the white sleeves lazily hanging down below them too. Wind brushed against his face, blowing through his hair. A few strands of blurry gray waved themselves in front of his eyes. That breeze did more than just that, though. It brushed against his ears, perched on top of the head rather than to the side. Tickled the fuzz inside. Ruffled the hairs around the back. The last thing of note was the tail swaying gently side-to-side. That's right. This was his body. The goddess asked for his name. "Ah... of course, my name is Cythril, milady." He stood there, blinking for a brief moment. Then Cythril remembered who she was. He quickly bowed down after that. "D-d'oh, err, I ah, I apologise for my rudeness, I erm, uh, your humble servant is at, d'ah, your service?"</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf It was finally time. My mind raged against its confines to leave this cold place. My body was my own and I could feel the power coursing through me. A fragment of who I once was, was meant to be perhaps? I didn't really care about the distinction. "Let us fight with tooth and nail then, Val." With the flick of my wrist and an expression of my newfound power I summoned my dagger to my hand. Gazing upon my sole weapon I couldn't help but wonder whose blood they would taste together. "What horrors we must face I'm ready."</s>	<\|message\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph With a touch of Olas' talons, a mark wrote itself upon the shadow's forehead. A sigil of a owl diving from the skies, wings stretched in sharp, sweeping lines shone brightly as powerful funnels of wind whipped up around the Puppet. Wind, undefined, untenable yet with perfect focus carved form and definition into the shadows that the Puppet took for a body. Skin and sinew emerged from below the surface, with a pinkish tint as blood poured into the veins. Oh, and a plenty of green hair that slapped the Puppet's face as the tornado that surrounded it died down. No, 'it' wasn't the proper pronoun was it? Not anymore, as the shadows left a parting gift of an evanescent memory, a dying scrap that the Puppet now held unto. "Gael." She said. She repeated the foreign word, now familiar. "Gael, huh." 'Gael' furrowed her brow. "Wait, Gael?! As in gale? Gale Gael?" She looked accusingly toward Olas, trying to find someone to pin the blame for the sheer lack of originality. Then again, he didn't know her before she met him either. Figures. Maybe her past self (if she had one), had a terrible sense of humor or had terrible luck. The common denominator being 'terrible'. But well, Gael, with all its dramatic irony, was short and simple. She bargained there was some virtue in that. "Gael it is." She said, puffing away strands of hair that still clung to her face. Gael took note of her body, at first getting weirded out by the amount of sensations that now flowed from the more receptive skin, but merrily spinning about as her mind understood how to tune them out. She was clothed, thankfully, with a tidily sewn short tunic. It was lined with pragmatic straps of leather that gave the clothes sturdiness against duress, studded with stubby tacks that held pouches and rings for clips together. The inside was lined with furs and feathers to help keep warm (which was immediately useful against the wind she could now feel much more sharply), along with a slightly weighted hood. There were basic patterns that seemed like they were kneaded and inscribed by hand, making basic shapes of flowers and geometry. The matching set of breeches had a hole at the back to let her tail, roughly pruned, to waver behind. Whoever made it was clearly an amateur that poured in way too much effort, but Gael at least appreciated the thought. The owl sigil that was imprinted in her boots and fingerless gloves were given especially intense detail, however, with even the details of the feathers stamped out. Her actual body was thin but toned with muscles, the kind that came not through training, but consistent habit. There were a few minor scratches here and there, perhaps from fights against struggling wildlife, but besides those, Gael's tanned skin was intact. Her hair reached the length of her tunic, or would have, if it was left to flow instead of being tied up in a pragmatic bun. Her pointy ears, attentively twitching, was sitting squarely on top of her head. And the best part - she wasn't missing any limbs! Well, she probably should have expected that, but considering how fast she cut herself with the arrow back in the void, she wasn't leaving any guesses up. Gael pulled and stretched her face, puffing up her cheeks and sticking out her tongue, testing her face's functions. She did find out that eyelids weren't supposed to be pulled out that far, though. Gael realized the two moons that watched her from above, and beamed back at the owl king. She was pretty impartial at first, especially with her remarkably unremarkable name - but man, she did look pretty sweet with all this gear. "Well, now I certainly look the part, don't I?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle. Weapon: Bow and Arrows Combat Orientation: Balanced Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell. Secondary: Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: - Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke. Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in... Stop It! You're in Battle! Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity. Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.</s>	<\|message\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph That doesn't sound cryptic at all. Gael thought as she waved her goodbye to Olas. Out of politeness, Gael withheld her tongue at the brief hint of recognition in Olas' eyes. Had they met before? And why did Gael feel so uneasy leaving Olas behind in the woods? Gael's mind was a frustratingly cryptic and stubborn, seemingly dropping occassional hints from a broth of confusing rememberance like a drunk storyteller. Deciding that overthinking about her past was not her forte, she marched through the woods. It wasn't long before she was stumbling through a thicket and out into a clearing with...two other entities? They were both humanoid like herself and each wielding a weapon of their own. One horned, the other with a wolf's ears and tail. Gael wasn't sure what her ears and tail were from, since her examination concluded little more than that they were pointy and heard far more noise than Gael cared to pay attention to. Her best guesses were cat or fox, both meaning that the man with the wolf's ears was not 'her race' per se. Neither of them looked particularily hostile, and they looked just as surprised as she was to discover each other, which was a good sign. Perhaps they could point her to where this puppy was, or whatever that was supposed to represent. "Hey! Any of you seen a puppy somewhere-" Gael started before being cut off by a giant insect that screamed past just a hair length above her ears, before circling tightly above their heads. Her ears rang from the buzz, the extra sensitive ears aching from the sudden noise. Rude. She thought, as she properly identified the assaultor. A dragonfly, about 5 meters long and 1 meter wide, with angry clicking mandibles and eyes that seemed like it could use some arrows through it. It didn't look like a puppy for sure - but considering how riddles often twisted its subject and iconography, Gael wasn't crossing out anything. The two strangers did seem to have the same idea, flinging bolts of fire and lightning against the dragonfly, which responded by quick aerial dives and maneauvers. Close, but they were missing their mark. The bigger plus side though, was the confirmation that at least for now, she wasn't going to be jumped on by the either of them. Gael attentively tracked the dragonfly, careful not to let her own bolts loose too fast. It was clear that this foe was gonna need some more thinking. And that thinking came in the form of dark chains that wrapped itself around the insect as it was diving back down, anchoring it to the ground. No time to be impressed, though! "Got it!" Gael replied to the call for help from the staff wielding woman as she moved in, bow ready. Instead of knocking an arrow, however, the ranger rounded to face the confined insect, holding her longbow by the limb with both hands like a club above her head. "Sit!" She brought down the bow with all the fury of a grumpy huntress who didn't want to spend her first concious hours fighting an annoying flying insect, giving a satisfying thwack and a squelch as the bow cracked through one of its bulging eyes and brought up thick green blood. The dragonfly gave an insect analogue of a pained howl, crashing into the ground from the attack. Losing little time, she raised a fist to punch out the other eye and completely blind the insect. The bug screeched in pain and skittered back to flight, batting Gael away with its giant wings. Tch - she should have gone for the wings! But even as it struggled at the last vestiges of the chains, the insect was noticeably swaying and unable to steer itself properly.</s>
<\|description\|>Pax Triston Nickames Bookworm, Bastard, Wimp, etc. No friendly nicknames that's for sure. Age 17 Gender Pax is biologically male. They don't feel male but they don't feel female either. They prefear gender neutral pronouns but will answer to he/him. They also had grown use to male culture roles. How did they get onto the Officer Programme? Pax got in via their noble father making a sizable donation to the academy just to get rid of his illegitimate child Prefered Weapon As the child of a noble Pax was trained in all manner of weapons from a young age. They do not have a preference as they are just about as equally bad at all of them. They can hold their own with a sword as well as a spear, but still tend to lose. It's a good thing they have never had to actually fight for their life. Long range weapons shouldn't even be mentioned. Their aim is dismal. Pax is surprisingly good at hand to hand combat and learned how to fight dirty. They don't advertise that fact. Appearance Details Pax is tall (5"11') and slender (more like gangly) with hair so blond it is almost white and eyes a grey color light enough that people mistake them for having no color. Given the fact that they have pale skin Pax seems almost completely colorless. They tend to dress in clothes that completely hide their slight frame. They don't sleep enough and is plainly evident by the bags under their eyes. Their hands always have some sort of ink stains on their hands. Their hair is in a constant state of disarray and the length depends on how recently their mother had forced them to get a haircut. It ranges from chin length to shoulder length. They have been described as "stereotypically scholarly." They have no tattoos, but their right earlobe is pierced with a small hanging grey pearl with silver accents. This marks them as a member of the Noble Family of Coastal Cliffs of the Kingdom of Rockveil. They have always been interested in makeup but only dares to apply a thin line of kohl eyeliner on their waterline when they dare to wear it. Personality Traits Pax is quiet and non-confrontational. They tend to disappear into the background as they are overshadowed by their more vibrant siblings. They are easily bullied and avoid social interactions as a result. They do their best to appear small then they are by hunching their shoulders in order to disappear into their clothes. They are often passed over by people and that's the way they prefer it. They rarely show any emotion outside of near silence. The only time this is different is when they are in their study or in the library. Pax tends become loud and passionate when talking about their passion for history and languages. When they have found something new to study, they pour themselves into the work and studies; so much so that they tend to forget to eat and sleep. They are the black sheep of their social butterfly family for more than one reason. Biography Pax is the third Child of Lord Markus Triston of the Coastal Cliffs' four children. Pax is also the second male child and the only child not born to Anna, the Lady of Coastal Cliffs. The scandal shook the both the royal court and the estate of Coastal Cliffs. By order of King Peter of the kingdom Rockveil, Markus took the child into his household. To her credit Lady Anna did her best to raise the child as the noble their heritage dictated, they were. However, Pax was living proof of her husband's infidelity. She formed no emotional connection to the child, and in order to regain his wife's affection Lord Markus did not either. Pax was smaller than his older brother, Erick, and that made them an easy target for bullying. It did not help that Pax showed no interesting in swordsmanship, horse riding, hunting, or other traditionally athletic activities connected to males. They showed a similar disinterest to traditional female activities. Pax only ever cared about their studies. Given the fact that the noble of Coastal Cliffs consisted mainly of people interested in the welfare of the estate and the intricates of court Pax is very much an oddity; not only in his family but the entirety of Coastal Cliffs, and Rockveil. Finally, in a desperate attempt to do something with his illegitimate child, Lord Markus sent Pax to Estermere Academy. King Peter has his own reasons for approving this. Misc. Their color code is #6a6a7c Pax has the ability to See things they shouldn't be able to know. Most of the times it is something about the present such as the weather half a continent away or some bit of knowledge about a person that person wishes to keep hidden. Occasionally they see truths about the past such as what has happened in a room they just entered a hundred years ago or who murdered someone. So rare it has only happened once or twice they see the future. It was how they were in the right place to warn of the pirates attack that one summer and the barn fire five winters later. They have no control over this and desperately tries to keep it a secret thought they have a few reasons to think that their mother had a similar gift and that King Peter knows. Coastal Cliffs is the land on the southeastern coast of the kingdom of Rockveil. Its economy is mostly based on fishing and sea-based merchants. They have the traditional charge of keeping Rockveil safe form pirates. It is not the easiest place to land and it is mostly sheer cliffs. Triston Keep is at the center of Marvel, the port city in the one natural harbor that was transformed into a bustling center of trade.</s> <\|message\|>Avery Harper Avery Harper, wizardly urchin, spent most of her trip to the illustrious Estermere Academy grinning like an idiot. She'd been on it once before, of course, sent up into the mountains on a wagon to try her hand at Estermere's admissions test. But this was a trip that took weeks, with a whole lot of the wider world to behold, so there was still plenty of gawking to do along the way at plants and animals and people she hadn't noticed on the first round-trip. Besides, during that first journey she'd been too worried about the upcoming examination to pay much attention -- and now there were all sorts of new and exciting things to worry about. Anxieties aside, though: wow! Avery could still barely believe the whirlwind of events that had led her onto this path. She had wondered more than once if it was an especially elaborate hallucination, but no, this was the reality of her situation. Avery Harper: tactician. Avery Harper: leader of men. Avery Harper: who used to swipe copper pieces from drunks to buy heels of stale bread. That was magic for you. At times she wondered who she was meant to be becoming an officer for in the first place: certainly not the good city of Rhyl, the goodwill of whose lazy patrol guards she'd worn out long ago. In addition to paying for her carriage, to prepare her for the trip, Avery had been saddled by the mages' guild with probably more books than she could carry -- histories, biographies, tomes of dull literature that seemed a hundred years old but were probably only ninety. She found buried among them one short volume of impressively salacious romance and, of course, her spellbook. It was a comforting presence, although she'd long since figured out most of the nuances of the handful of tricks contained within. If this academy was all it was said to be, there would probably be spells there that'd make hers seem like child's play. Avery wasn't sure whether or not she liked that fact. Either way, all thought of reading went out the window when her carriage reached the mountains. On the first trip to Estermere, Avery had been utterly dumbstruck by them, chattering in disbelief to the less-than-interested wagon driver about the sheer scale of those towering summits. This time she was better-prepared, but still spent most of that leg of the journey transfixed by the sweeping vistas and distant snowcapped peaks. They had a way of making all her fears -- woe is me, what if the rich snobs don't like me? -- seem insignificant in a very comforting way. Estermere Academy, on the other hand, had a way of making Avery feel insignificant in a way far from comforting. It was undeniably beautiful, nestled there in the mountains, but the fortress's very walls seemed to judge her as her carriage passed through their gate. It was as if she was walking right onto some emperor's dais as he gave a speech. You don't belong here! Well, she'd prove those old stones wrong. Somehow. And not a moment too soon, because now she found herself disembarking, fishing in her new coin purse for what seemed like a small fortune but Avery had been informed was standard carriage fare for a trip of this distance. To that she added another silver piece, and in exchange managed to get the driver to agree to unload her belongings and hand them off to the local guards. Then it was off to the great, lavish hall this place considered a dining room, and from there a new and bizarre life. Avery murmured a brief prayer of thanks to whatever bemused gods might be listening as she managed to find the hall without any difficulties, then went hunting for a place to sit among the more wide-eyed of what seemed to be her fellow students.</s> <\|message\|>Augustus Kampf "I was at the top of my class – naturally," the general's voice brimmed with pride inside the carriage as he recounted the years spent within the walls of the fortress. It was a story that he had told his son on several occasions. Actually, on more occasions during their journey to Estermere than the years before that. But Augustus had to pretend he was as interested as the first few times his father brought up the topic. General Marcellus Kampf didn't need to come with his son on the first day to Estermere. Naturally, he had duties as a lord and as one of the king's general, but he told a rather deflated Augustus that it was an event that the general would not miss for the world. Then Marcellus started telling the unforgettable story of his first day at the academy. Again. Surprisingly, the story started with a carriage ride and Marcellus' father, Augustus' grandfather, giving the young Marcellus pointers on how to excel. Apparently, his family did not tolerate mediocrity. A Kampf must always hold a position of power. There's that. Which was why a small smile tugged at the corners of Augustus' lips when one of the guards at the gate stepped up and told the general that only students were allowed entry. "He's an alumnus, can we not make an exception?" Gus asked, if only for appearance sake. As if he was not too happy to finally experience a taste of freedom in some piece of land which his father's influence could not reach. Marcellus, whose expression, clothing, and poise reeks of nobility stood looking down his nose at the lowly guard. Gus knew that look. It was as a warning, a few moments of calm before the storm. His father was a general. Of course, Lord Kampf was an expert in barking orders and looking down at mere footmen. Gus had to step in. "He's just doing his job. It's alright, I can manage from here." He grabbed a suitcase from his father only to set it on the ground beside himself. The general started to argue, no longer used to being denied, but Augustus reasoned that he would be late if they pushed the argument. A few minutes later, Augustus Kampf was walking the paved walkway of the fortress. Hands in his jeans' pockets and a stupid grin pasted on his face. At last, a chance to live outside his father's shadow. "Excuse me, is it your first day?" Somebody. A girl, his senior, approached. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. He looked to his left then right, then those amber eyes returned to a silent question to the stranger. "Yes, I am talking to you," she giggled, perhaps because of the look of utter confusion on his face. He had barely nodded when she politely pointed the other direction. "That way to the dining hall. Good luck." She waved, smiled, and ran after her group without saying her name or asking for his. He didn't even get to say thank you. But whatever. Gus traced his steps until he was at the top of a grand staircase, walked further following the same direction, following a light stream of individuals, until he found the hall. Rows of dining tables were occupied by people around the same age as he was. He casually took the closest empty seat he could find and relaxed. It was going to be a great year.</s>	<\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s>
<\|description\|>Roan Borza Nickames Frequently called "the one who never shows up" by certain clan members. Age 16 Gender Male How did they get onto the Officer Programme? In the harsh wintry land of Kyavik, the few royal families that have managed to weather the centuries of life under brutal conditions have now turned their gazes on each other, each vying for control over the desolate nation state. Among these is the Borza clan, who made up for what it lacked in warriors with superior mercantile skills and a stronger focus on education. With the emergence of gunpowder and other technological advancements from the rest of the world it was clear that the age of powerful warriors was beginning to fade. The clan would no longer hide from its equals now that victory was within their grasp. Roan's father was not sufficiently high-ranking to have received an offer to the academy outright. A couple of discreet donations to the academy fixed that problem, however. Prefered Weapon As a boy with a penchant for magic and no interest in most of the physical activities enjoyed by those his age, Roan likes to use his fire spells as much as possible. It was common for many of his tutors to forbid its use entirely during sparring matches, however, so he's developed an affinity for firearms, as unreliable and rudimentary as they may be, his favorite being the rifles that his clan has begun to use for hunting. Appearance Details With green eyes that make visual contact for a fraction more than what's socially acceptable and a head of curly brown hair that his short-haired siblings frequently remind him is improper, Roan isn't the splitting image of nobility. He'll do the bare minimum to appease his family but apart from that, he's the fourth child, so why should he care? His clothes mirror this, focusing on comfort but not straying far enough from aesthetics that others would mistake him for a commoner. He stands at five feet and eleven inches, a fraction shorter than his brothers. He regards physical activity as important, but fixates on activities that are more centered around stamina than strength. It's a body built for and from hunting and climbing what shouldn't be climbed. Personality Traits Initially driven to study solely by his interest in fire, Roan took to expanding his horizons quite quickly after having learned the basics of magic. It represented the unattainable to him, sparking an obsession with improvement and study that hasn't relented since. The majority of his life consisted of having to decide between attending another pointless gathering or furthering his research, so he's spent his youth doing the latter with no hesitation. As a side effect, Roan struggles to socialize effectively with others. He's a confident young man, but can often be too blunt for his own good. Upon seeing the finesse exhibited by his father and brothers it can be tempting to claim that Roan is their opposite, or shares almost nothing with them. This would be incorrect. Roan has the same ambition and desperation they do, and the same independent demeanor that can lead to stubborn moments. Roan's just directed himself towards magic rather than wearing uncomfortable clothing and pretending to be richer than he really is. He acts on impulse frequently, ignoring the advice of others. He gets odd ideas and lets his curiosity get the best on him. Roan doesn't think inside the box, he thinks about how to burn the box. Taking a risk or making the unknown known is far more exciting than doing things the typical way. Biography It started with piles of leaves at first. They were brittle and few in number, but it was enough to start a small flame far from peering eyes. As the third son to a nobleman, it was easy to slip away to learn even more about it. Hay, cloth, wood, paper. It all burned so beautifully, but it had to be kept secret, as his parents weren't keen on him avoiding lessons to hide away and waste his time. It was at the age of thirteen when he was caught messing with a furnace that his father realized something was different about the boy, however. It isn't normal for a teenager to have one of their hands placed in the middle of a roaring fire without being aware of it, after all. From that point onward an unspoken deal was forged between the two. Roan would push his studious habits further and in return he'd be given lessons tailored to strengthen his knowledge over fire. To say that this plan worked would be an understatement. Roan finally had an excuse to opt out of the horrid negotiation sessions his family would engage in, leaving the work to his older, more politically minded brothers. Despite his miraculous growth over the years, it shocked him to hear his father announce that he had been automatically accepted into the college during a particularly tense meeting. It was only afterwards when they had talked in private that he realized his father had just bought his way in through a facade of altruism. He had been used as a game piece, meant to give him and their family a shine to their image. Although he was initially fine with his role in life, he can't help but feel as if there's more to the world than uncomfortable dining rooms and libraries. Misc. Face Claim: Robert Sheehan \| FA6800 As the previous section has implied, Roan has the power to resist fire at will. He isn't immune to it, but he's harmed from it at a far slower pace than the average person.</s> <\|message\|>Augustus Kampf "I was at the top of my class – naturally," the general's voice brimmed with pride inside the carriage as he recounted the years spent within the walls of the fortress. It was a story that he had told his son on several occasions. Actually, on more occasions during their journey to Estermere than the years before that. But Augustus had to pretend he was as interested as the first few times his father brought up the topic. General Marcellus Kampf didn't need to come with his son on the first day to Estermere. Naturally, he had duties as a lord and as one of the king's general, but he told a rather deflated Augustus that it was an event that the general would not miss for the world. Then Marcellus started telling the unforgettable story of his first day at the academy. Again. Surprisingly, the story started with a carriage ride and Marcellus' father, Augustus' grandfather, giving the young Marcellus pointers on how to excel. Apparently, his family did not tolerate mediocrity. A Kampf must always hold a position of power. There's that. Which was why a small smile tugged at the corners of Augustus' lips when one of the guards at the gate stepped up and told the general that only students were allowed entry. "He's an alumnus, can we not make an exception?" Gus asked, if only for appearance sake. As if he was not too happy to finally experience a taste of freedom in some piece of land which his father's influence could not reach. Marcellus, whose expression, clothing, and poise reeks of nobility stood looking down his nose at the lowly guard. Gus knew that look. It was as a warning, a few moments of calm before the storm. His father was a general. Of course, Lord Kampf was an expert in barking orders and looking down at mere footmen. Gus had to step in. "He's just doing his job. It's alright, I can manage from here." He grabbed a suitcase from his father only to set it on the ground beside himself. The general started to argue, no longer used to being denied, but Augustus reasoned that he would be late if they pushed the argument. A few minutes later, Augustus Kampf was walking the paved walkway of the fortress. Hands in his jeans' pockets and a stupid grin pasted on his face. At last, a chance to live outside his father's shadow. "Excuse me, is it your first day?" Somebody. A girl, his senior, approached. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. He looked to his left then right, then those amber eyes returned to a silent question to the stranger. "Yes, I am talking to you," she giggled, perhaps because of the look of utter confusion on his face. He had barely nodded when she politely pointed the other direction. "That way to the dining hall. Good luck." She waved, smiled, and ran after her group without saying her name or asking for his. He didn't even get to say thank you. But whatever. Gus traced his steps until he was at the top of a grand staircase, walked further following the same direction, following a light stream of individuals, until he found the hall. Rows of dining tables were occupied by people around the same age as he was. He casually took the closest empty seat he could find and relaxed. It was going to be a great year.</s> <\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s>	<\|message\|>Roan Borza Dozens of burly men were gathered around a feast fit for royalty. Thick slabs of meat from all sorts of beasts were piled high atop their silver platters, dripping fat onto the ornate tapestries around the dining room table. One of them, Roan's father, rose from his chair with a large glass of wine held in an even larger hand. The motley of furs that covered his body rose with him, making him appear more beast than human for a few short moments. Roan's mind was elsewhere, incapable of perceiving anything but the man's bearded mouth opening and closing. It was only when a strong pat on the back hit Roan that he realized everyone present had turned their heads to him. He was being congratulated. *** It had felt like an eternity since the day the academy had accepted him. Through a few hushed donations aided further by connections, but accepted nevertheless. Neither his brothers nor the rest of his family knew the truth, so the boy had paused every time an employee had politely asked about his background. He was relieved that the arrival was nearly over, at least. Roan stepped out of his carriage, nearly forgetting to acknowledge the coachman's existence. He glazed over the walls of the academy and wrapped his arms around himself in a manner that didn't look comfortable. It was the least he could do to not feel so exposed with how thin his clothes felt. For Roan who had been accustomed to sleepless nights in cramped chambers, surrounded by hand-etched glyphs up to the ceiling, hands soiled with ink and desperate to write more, the gentle outskirts of the academy were alien to him. They had nothing in common either with the wintry plains of Kyavik, that demanded one bring a shovel and a rifle at the minimum. "Indirect information. Instructions?" he muttered to himself. His eyes flickered towards a boy his age receiving directions. Unfortunate. He had hoped their welcoming ceremony would be informal enough to allow him to explore the academy to the fullest extent of his desires. Roan expected no less from such a prestigious academy, however. He reasoned it was for the best to do as told for the time being. On the surface, the deal he struck with his father seemed simple enough. The game piece known as Roan Borza would be relocated elsewhere so as to not drag the rest down, and as a result it would be spared from having to participate in the modern clan's battlefield, the gathering. He would use this opportunity to elevate his abilities in the refined and complex art of magic, and thus function as a sort of ornament for the rest to gawk at and admire. There were other implications, however. Having a skilled magician in the family had its uses if the relations between clans ever soured to the point of violence. It didn't surprise him that his father thought that far ahead. Sacrificing a game piece of lesser value to spare the rest was too obvious of a strategy. He clicked his tongue. Even multiple nation's worth of distance couldn't keep him from thinking about politics again. He'd just have to approach his new life a single step at a time. As he entered the dining hall his father's advice rang crystal clear in his mind. Study well, be a warrior. No fires.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope McGareth Nickames Penny Age 16 Gender Female How did they get onto the Officer Programme? Penelope was promoted from the standard soldier classes at the academy. Prefered Weapon Sword and Buckler Appearance Details Can be paragraphs or bullets following this guideline: * Hair: Blonde \| Wavy \| Worn either in a ponytail or loose * Eyes: Blue * Height: 5'5 * Body Type: Slim (Ectomorphic). * Clothing Style: Light Dresses and Casual Clothes \| Penelope can often be found wearing light dresses (such as that in the picture above) or casual clothes, including simple shirts, jeans, cargo pants, and other comfortable clothes Personality Traits Though generally a nice individual to have to deal with, Penelope does have a bit of a rough side to her sometimes gained from interacting with her brothers so much as the only daughter of her family. While she often won't, she isn't afraid of telling someone that they've screwed up if it really has turned out to be the case and she's mad enough. She can control her temper and she can take a few negative hits or insults from others, but if you're going off on her than you can expect that she'll return the favour. That being said, Penny tries to make sure that she doesn't damage her relationship with those that don't turn out to be negative people - not just her friends, but she feels that if anyone is a nice person, then they should be treated as such. Biography Proper education isn't received by those who can pay for it, it's earned by those who push themselves to learn. The McGareth family pushed their three sons and one daughter to learn and educate themselves, and where a proper teacher was not present instead incentives pushed the children to learn for themselves. While the family could not properly afford an education free resources such as a library and the world itself was present for the children to explore - the world being limited to the city of Meisa's and its outskirts, and as long as they were back in time for dinner. Where one child may struggle there were three more to help ferry them along, and work for the children was forgone while the children were educated. It was all in hope that the children would educate themselves to get at least somewhat decent jobs and feed that money back to the parents. It didn't really work as well as intended. Instead of building up a sense that they should educate themselves and study, the children didn't feel a sense of duty to do that. While they did educate themselves most days, it was very easy to become distracted and end up playing. As they grew, they only partially educated themselves - how would mother and father know if they were playing hide and seek instead of learning, particularly if they were doing it at the outskirts, by the walls of Meisa? They figured that if they had to grow up and work for money, it would be easy - after all, mother and father were in the lower-middle class, and they managed just fine. Penelope's mindset was in unison with her brothers. She often did read and learn more than them, but that was because she found that fun to do, and did it for that fun rather than to learn like their parents told them to. And when she wasn't reading, Penny was playing with them, messing around with a slingshot or stick-fighting them. It was that last part that most likely led to Penny's goal of going to Estermere - she would look up to the walls and see the soldiers up there, guarding Meisa against threats unpresent or threats unknown, she didn't know which because she was never told. She duelled with her brothers, imagining she was a knight and her opponent was some kind of grand foe she had to defeat. In a few years' time, Penny was no longer dueling with wimpy sticks snapped off of trees, but instead purpose-made, duelling sticks, wooden batons. She was no longer dueling with her three brothers, but instead classmates in the 1450 class of Estermere Academy's soldier programme. duelling might have been an improper word to use, as besting her classmates might have been better. What education that she managed to achieve already put her high in the class, but it was her duelling technique that pushed her to the top. She was consistently managing to strike down her classmates, and while losing the occasional duel was still a force to be reckoned with. Penelope's consistent high performance was most likely the reason that she received the option of transferring to the Officer's programme. It was an opportunity that she could not refuse, feeling that if the academy was willing to offer her the position that definitely meant that she was fit for it. Misc. Joana Gröblinghoff \| Cornsilk (FFF8DC)</s> <\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s> <\|message\|>Roan Borza --- --- Dozens of burly men were gathered around a feast fit for royalty. Thick slabs of meat from all sorts of beasts were piled high atop their silver platters, dripping fat onto the ornate tapestries around the dining room table. One of them, Roan's father, rose from his chair with a large glass of wine held in an even larger hand. The motley of furs that covered his body rose with him, making him appear more beast than human for a few short moments. Roan's mind was elsewhere, incapable of perceiving anything but the man's bearded mouth opening and closing. It was only when a strong pat on the back hit Roan that he realized everyone present had turned their heads to him. He was being congratulated. *** It had felt like an eternity since the day the academy had accepted him. Through a few hushed donations aided further by connections, but accepted nevertheless. Neither his brothers nor the rest of his family knew the truth, so the boy had paused every time an employee had politely asked about his background. He was relieved that the arrival was nearly over, at least. Roan stepped out of his carriage, nearly forgetting to acknowledge the coachman's existence. He glazed over the walls of the academy and wrapped his arms around himself in a manner that didn't look comfortable. It was the least he could do to not feel so exposed with how thin his clothes felt. For Roan who had been accustomed to sleepless nights in cramped chambers, surrounded by hand-etched glyphs up to the ceiling, hands soiled with ink and desperate to write more, the gentle outskirts of the academy were alien to him. They had nothing in common either with the wintry plains of Kyavik, that demanded one bring a shovel and a rifle at the minimum. "Indirect information. Instructions?" he muttered to himself. His eyes flickered towards a boy his age receiving directions. Unfortunate. He had hoped their welcoming ceremony would be informal enough to allow him to explore the academy to the fullest extent of his desires. Roan expected no less from such a prestigious academy, however. He reasoned it was for the best to do as told for the time being. On the surface, the deal he struck with his father seemed simple enough. The game piece known as Roan Borza would be relocated elsewhere so as to not drag the rest down, and as a result it would be spared from having to participate in the modern clan's battlefield, the gathering. He would use this opportunity to elevate his abilities in the refined and complex art of magic, and thus function as a sort of ornament for the rest to gawk at and admire. There were other implications, however. Having a skilled magician in the family had its uses if the relations between clans ever soured to the point of violence. It didn't surprise him that his father thought that far ahead. Sacrificing a game piece of lesser value to spare the rest was too obvious of a strategy. He clicked his tongue. Even multiple nation's worth of distance couldn't keep him from thinking about politics again. He'd just have to approach his new life a single step at a time. As he entered the dining hall his father's advice rang crystal clear in his mind. Study well, be a warrior. No fires.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope McGareth Returning to Estermere was something that delighted Penelope McGareth. After a few years, there was something familiar about the place, a familiarity that she believed would last throughout her next few years at the academy. Graduating to the officer programme felt a little funny, as her friends would be continuing their soldier programme years and would end up graduating before her; even though she was going to be getting better and further training than them, it still felt almost like she was being held back. By the time she graduates from the officer programme, she knew that her old classmates would already have a year of experience in the field. The training compensated for that, she knew - she figured that even with them being more field experienced than her she would still have the knowledge to stay up to par with them. It was just funny to think about. Penny could tell who was in the school before and who was new. The teenager had very little with her to bring into the academy, for as she had been there before her belongings still resided inside, though had most likely been moved from her dormitory bunks to where the officers stayed, a place she did not have the privilege of visiting many times before. Those who had their belongings with them, who carried them along, who had visitors going with them to wish their final goodbyes (most likely their patrons and sponsors as much as their family) were those that were new. She wondered how a lot of them would adapt to the culture of Estermere, especially those that were nobles. It felt oddly good to stare at nobles as equals, rather than having to look up at them. Perhaps that was an evil thought - she could see a noble trying to impose his position on her and her response being a simple shrug - but it was an idle thought that kept her mind at ease. She knew that the new few years were going to be challenging for everyone. But as Penny looked at those in the same carriage as she, and at those in the other carriages, she wondered if some of them even knew how to handle a dagger, let alone a sword. Then again, Penny had to remind herself that she had entered the academy with the swordplay training of a goat. But she had excelled, and Penny believed that they could, too. It just might take longer for others. Once she had arrived at the main gate, Penny made her way over to the gate guards. She didn't have any large possessions on her, just a backpack with temporary belongings before she could get her hands on her original belongings that had been moved over. Approaching the guards, she eyed them up temporarily. She would have been one of them in the future, had she not been selected to be an officer. Penny leaves her belongings with them, openly respectful and privately thankful for their presence. She knew that it could be boring just standing there for hours with nothing happening, especially at Estermere, where nothing bad was bound to happen. Her prior training had seen to that part of her knowledge. Due to her previous placement within the academy, Penny did not need a guide to the dining room. The teenager simply made her way there on her own, as naturally as walking in her home. She took a look around, before nodding her head and seating herself. She was proud of her journey so far, and she was prepared to keep going.</s>
<\|description\|>PCs GALIA GUARDSTRIKE MORTON BOWMAN TALIC RASTOCH ARDONNE HEDDWYN BRYTHENDALE ZAHIR RATHEL</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Luckily, Mort needn't wait long for reinforcements. Leaving Gallia to stare northward, he turned about to look back in the direction of the Province, watching those who came. Several figures approached in a scattered manner, one by one growing close enough that their details could be made out. First to add to the ranks of the hunting party came another middle-aged man, wearing a northman's haircut and a number of scars. This fellow Mort did not know, which meant he likely didn't hail from the Province's limited pool of warriors. Still, he was here, which was a fair sight more than Mort could say of the Province's warriors. No doubt other skills mulled about in that head of his. He said something vaguely poetic before expressing a desire for more reinforcements. What, don't think me up to the task? The idea of actually saying that made Mort chuckle. A whole army might not be up to the task. Not enough souls could possibly traipse up that road to make the hunt an assured victory. Whoever did would have to make do. The next man to arrive Mort -and just about the whole countryside- could see a long way off. Scion of the line of Rastoch. A man of influence whose family bore repute in the Pigeon Capital, he could wield a rapier but Mort didn't know much more than that about him. He was...studious? Aloof? The bowman couldn't say. Then again, that weapon clutched in the tall man's hand looked a hell of a lot more like a spear than a rapier, so perhaps even the one thing Mort thought he knew didn't apply. He wondered idly what might be driving Talic to destroy the Beast, but in the end it didn't matter. So long as he couldn't use those muscles to pin the thing down with that spear, he would be the bowman's second-greatest friend. One more arrived shortly thereafter, a man whose mask long ago became his identity. Zahir never wandered far from the village he championed, but despite his age the man seemed formidable enough as a warrior. In a battle against an unknown opponent, particularly one with an assuredly high kill count, experience meant a lot more than raw power. Mort, of course, sought to bring both to the table, but Zahir's long years made up the difference for him. That made five. Three swords, a spear, and a bow. The makeshift team evidenced a pronounced skew toward close-range, with only Mort himself capable of striking from afar, and no mid-range fighters to speak of. Damn, Mort had hoped for a magician. Rare as they were, arcanists -with their relics, trinkets, and talismans- could make a world of difference in any battle, and a hunt would be no different. Even a loose cannon from the Chemist's Guild would have been appreciated, offering support and exploiting weaknesses with hurled firebombs and potions. No trapper, no handler, not so much as a bard or thrower of knives. Hell, even a broad-shouldered axeman to serve as a heavy hitter would make this assembly more dynamic. But no...this crew would live and die by its martial skill alone. The others were speaking, making their introductions. Zahir revealed himself, prompting Gallia to do the same. She added a bit elucidating her determination to slay the Beast, which struck Mort as pretty unnecessary. Why else would we all be here? Still, her combination of conviction and gravitas managed to be reassuring. One could only hope one's allies would be giving it their all. 'Headwin' announced himself, short and to the point, and Mort decided to follow him up. "Bowman," he said succinctly, giving name and vocation together in one word. He looked around. Was this really it? Well, he had better get moving before second thoughts come creeping back. "No time to waste. You lead, I'll follow." Before anyone could lead, however, a sixth face turned up, but not to join the group. Given the occasion all eyes turned toward the young woman headed north a distance away. She seemed to notice them too, and picked up the pace. Mort's first impression labeled her as some sort of criminal, since who but someone with something to run from or hide would shy away from company going north? But she gave them a wide berth, knocking an arrow to her bow. Even in the unsavory light Mort could easily recognize the ranged weapon, and its presence made him look closer. He caught a better glimpse of the girl's face as she glanced his way again, and this time it seemed familiar. An intrepid kid with a bow in Fero could only be one of his trainees, since nobody stood as a better instructor of archery in the whole region than he. Mort ran through his memories of students past, recalling her presence but not her name. "The hell are you doing out here...?" he breathed. She looked to be on the hunt, but nobody in their right mind would be hunting this far north, on the edge of the Beast's dominion. That made it obvious; this girl was not in her right mind. Mort looked back at the others. He knew that a band of seasoned hands with no foolish, hotheaded youths was too good to be true. It could be anything spurring the girl on: a desire to prove herself, revenge, a deathwish. But going about it with the bow he put in her hand made it feel like Mort's responsibility. "Crazy kid's gonna get herself killed," he remarked, implying that the group should get after her.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Now that he was actually giving himself a chance to rest Zahir was able to take a greater stock of the small collection of souls around him. At least they looked hardened ... well most of them did at least, which was another point for defying expectations. There was certainly so much more that he'd ever expected, which hopefully meant there would be a lot less work for him to do. Despite the fact he was still in good shape and totally unwilling to give up being a fighter, he did enjoy being able to take it slow every now and then. For now he was very content to let the rest of the group introduce itself and to be grateful for the mask that covered his face. For he knew he recognised the face of several here, like the warrior gal, though he believed that last time there'd been quite a few more people in her party when he'd seen her. The huntsman too he recognised, the man had skill, he remembered that much. But there were so many people who slipped by his little town for a day or two, so many different names and stories to remember that he had given up bothering to try. So it was with a contented little smile he recived those very helpful reminders. Well ... it seemed his companions were eager at least to get the task done, too eager in his opinion. Conviction was certainly one thing, but recklessness was another and in his experiance a blind devotion towards getting the task done often ended in serious personal risk. Had he been younger he'd have almost certainly blurted that out, probably to the detriment of team morale and cohesion, a true win before the hunt had even begun. But apart from all the dull aches and pains from old scars, his age had brought with it a sense of tact, or at least a greater one than his younger self. "Come now, are we really going to charge off into the beasts territory now? Won't you let an old man rest his bones for the night? It has been a long journey here and I'm not as young as you lot. One night of safety outside the beasts domain would not do us any harm." He wanted just a little bit more time, time that they could spend becoming a better team, or at least long enough for him to come up with a plan to ensure no one died. Any hopes of a quiet end to the night were dashed by the arrival of the sixth person, a girl far younger than the rest of the gathered adventueres, standing beyond any sort range in which he could make out identifying features. Not that it really mattered, he was watching a young person rush off into certain danger. "Fuck..." Gently he placed his sword on the ground and raised his arms into the air, attempting to communicate as best as possible, his lack of weapons. "She is ... if we let her stay there. Which I'm not." Slowly and with an even step he began to cross the empty stretch of land between the group and Ardonne.</s>	<\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s>
<\|description\|>PCs GALIA GUARDSTRIKE MORTON BOWMAN TALIC RASTOCH ARDONNE HEDDWYN BRYTHENDALE ZAHIR RATHEL</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s>	<\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>PCs The Beginning At the edge of Fero Province's otherwise-unmarked border is a long, long row of stone cairns. They're dotted in approximate half-mile distances from each other, all the way from the lower slopes of one mountain ridge to the other, and wild grasses have begun to grow in long, windblown strands around them. These cairns, you may have heard, are a last-ditch superstitious talisman to ward off the beast by those living near the edge of its haunt. The road that you've followed the final few miles from the last hamlet to the edge of the province has been neatly paved and upkept with cut stone, but here, where the unspoken "safe zone" ends, you can see grass and weeds growing up through the cracks. To both sides, the mountain range that nests the Fero Province slowly sinks into sharp, forbidding hills and scree slopes as it fades into the distance. Contrasting the fair weather in the valley, wisps of dark clouds settle just behind the peaks. Your business lies ahead, in the lazy dip-rise-dip of the lowlands. The North Road cuts a fairly straight path through the grass for about a half-mile, until it hits a scraggly line of trees that mark the beginning of the Cullis Woods. As far as you know, the occasional brave-hearted (or foolhardy) individual has ventured in, but never very far, and not all have returned. Anyone daring to try and travel further has not sent word back. But you have your task, and an hour or so until sunset. The weather overhead is deceptively clear. You're as ready as you will ever be. How will you begin The North Road?</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia held a palm sized stone in her hand, taken from the final pile of stones that marked the boundary between the civilized and savage world. She wondered, if there were a village on the other side who had set up a similar boundary. A no-go zone, where everyone assumes Feros Province has been overrun by evil magic. She doubted the cairns did anything, but their ceasing to exist meant that ahead was where her target lay. The trip had taken them awhile, and the sun was about to set. Give or take an hour. Galia's long dark blown hair was tied down into a braid that rest over her steel pauldrons and dangled over her leather chest armor. Overall, her armor was of the medium variety, a mixture of sturdy protection and mobility. Infact, she would have preferred more, but plate was expensive and she had done a poor job of maintaining her old sets in the decade she had gone without serious fighting. Bar fights, scuffles, and showing dominance over some fools didn't really count. Hopefully she wasn't as rusty as her old helm that had to be left behind. Ten years was a long time to go without fighting, and it was why Galia's wife was so worried. She was also worried that once Galia had a taste of the thrill of combat, she would go back to her old ways, but Galia knew she was stronger than that now. Ten years with Elly had softened her perhaps, but wisened her also. And she was old, too. Thirty-seven next spring. By God, where had the time gone? It felt like just yesterday she was intent on living hard, dying young, and leaving a pretty corpse. Now? She had gray hair licking at her scalp. Okay, so maybe thirty six wasn't that old. Still, a sellsword's life was often a quick and glorious one. Especially one like Guardstrike's, who worked with...unsavory folks. This sword...Galia glanced down at it, her right hand rested it's gloved palm around it's sleek back handle. How many lives had it ended? How many people did she help kill, even if they didn't meet the business end of her sword? The weather was nice, at least. The mountains and forest ahead were ominous and distant. Galia had promised herself that she wouldn't look back at the rest of Feros Province. She would only look ahead. If she hesitated and glance back, she may want to stay. To be there, with her wife, in her final seasons, as Elly had wanted. It was a selfish thing to do. It may all be for nothing, if she was too slow. Eleanor may slip from this world without her beloved at her side, and the idea made Galia's heart hurt. They hadn't left each other on the best of terms... That didn't matter now. There was only the beast's head that she would bring to the steward and she would be granted her reward. Galia's introspective gaze hardened and she brushed a strand of loose hair from her scarred eye. She tossed the stone she held in her hand back onto the cairn and listened to it crackle down the pile of other rocks. Then she sat down on it, on the side facing to the North, her back turned. Knees high and placed her elbows on them and waited, staring ahead at the forest. Galia wasn't the only one travelling. To do so alone would be suicide- but with even a few warm bodies she could fell the beast as long as they kept it distracted. Sacrifices, as it were. Hopefully, it didn't come to that, and her new companions were warriors as steadfast or even moreso then her. It was possible. Perhaps the last ten years had weeded out all the foolish farmers sons who sought glory and fame and travelled out to die or lose their legs. Eleanor had seen many of them in the Practitioner's tent over the years. No matter what happened, Galia wouldn't be one of them. She would either come home victorious, or die. There were no other options. So Galia waited, first to arrive, her back turned against the path her companions would arrive on, but her demeanor, weapon, and location made it clear to anyone passing by that she was intending on travelling the North Road.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale The girl was young. Had she been a boy Heddwyn believed she would have likely lacked hair on her chest in both the figurative and literal sense. Curious. He wondered how good she was with that bow of hers. Heddwyn knew the group they had, of six, was a decent amount and there was a few men and women among them that looked well readied to the task. Heddwyn was sure the group took him for an unarmored swordsman given his garb was merely fitted with leather straps, a gambeson, and cloak. It was hardy enough and kept the middle-aged cleric light on his feet. Given the mud and brush they would be walking through heavy armor would have been a mistake and Heddwyn didn't desire to spend the coin to get such a thing. His coin was better suited to the alms of the poor and his own necessities, after all. He did wonder how they would all operate. With two distance fighters, himself a cleric of median skill with a sword, and the others who looked more like close quarters combatants, it did seem they would be able to handle whatever the beast was should they approach the creature carefully. Heddwyn had heard a handful of rumors about it. And it had been years since its initial appearance yet nobody really knew anything concrete. Anything scientific. It was a curious thing. He ran his hands through his cloak, tightening it firmly before commenting in a less cryptic, philosophical manner. "Yes, I do believe it wise for us to gather and make camp. At least until the venture begins." He took a glance toward the female whom had taken the role of leader with little reluctance. "Understanding one another is vital to our survival and the beast's end."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman Everyone followed Mort's gaze to watch the kid running off on her own. A collective exasperated concern settled over the assembly; clearly they couldn't let the girl annihilate herself. Most of them, starting with Zahir and Gallia, moved to try and stop her. Talic of all people flinched, instinctively trying to hide himself in a surge of panic, which Mort found more than a little interesting. He couldn't be scared of armed strangers, since he just waltzed into a gathering of them four strong. Since Mort couldn't in good faith suspect an allergy for teenagers he guessed that Talic might just be on the lookout. Bad nerves ain't a good look for you, big man, he thought, but he said nothing. Saying rude things to strong, selfsure people accomplished nothing unless one managed to be both a loner and masochistic at once. The correct response, Mort so often found, was silence. At that moment there came a noisome sound from the woods. While unmistakably the bellow of some animal, it belonged to no creature Mort knew, and given his occupation as a well-traveled hunter that boded ill. How close? he wondered, though unable to tell. Sound could carry a long distance, but he would have been happier had he not heard anything. Though determined to slay the Beast, facing off against it under the cloak of night was tantamount to diving face-first into hell. A ferocious predator would have every advantage, and its would-be hunters none. They might not even see it as they got picked off one by one. The logical course of action seemed so obvious, so taken for granted even, that when Ardonne approached and asked about it he shot her an are-you-serious sort of look. "Nah, we're planning to stumble through the dark and hop straight in its mouth. Just figured it'd be the...polite thing to do, you know." He removed his darkened glasses, now a distinct liability with the sun going down, and slipped them into an underarm pocket. Judging by Ardonne's look, both in appearance and apparel, she'd never seen or had to prepare for a serious fight. Mort took a deep breath as Heddwyn offered that yes, in fact, the group ought to make camp outside the Beast's domain. For some reason he seemed to be looking at Gallia, as if the gone-soft stood as an authority on the matter. Mort had assumed from the beginning that the makeshift team would be making camp together; such a bonding activity could be the only possible justification for gathering right before sundown, the worst possible time to initiate a dangerous hunt. For the sake of the newbie Heddwyn explained that camping together would also increase the team's understanding and solidarity. Mort, meanwhile, took a quick hike around to scope out a spot. A couple hundred feet away from the main path, and even farther from the edge of the trees, a number of large rocks lay in close proximity atop a knoll. They looked worked, probably by people breaking off stones to use for the cairns. Regardless they provided some security, as well as natural chairs, and the knoll beneath them gave anyone there a vantage point from which they could see the surrounding terrain. No surprises. The number-one rule for picking a spot to camp. A location needed to be either so secure that no intruders could breach it, or far enough away from cover so that a watcher could spot any threat before it got too close. Who knew, after all, if the Beast roved beyond the confines of its territory after dark. "That's a fine spot," Mort said, pointing it out. No doubt anyone else with substantial wilderness experience under their belts would say the same.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel For not the last time on his trip up north Zahir asked himself what the fuck he was doing this far out. This wasn't part of his original promise, hell it wasn't part of any promised he'd ever made. He should be back "home" guarding that safe little village, making one or two more rounds before the night claimed what was left of the days activity and then it could be just him and the few other guards sitting around that old campfire by the main gates. Even now he wondered just how old that thing was, how many generations of guards had sat around it and drunk the cold nights away in friendly silence. After all he was the oldest guard there and even he didn't know when it had first been set down. Despite the fact he'd never really told any of his fellow guards much, if at all, he still really did like them. They drank with him and rarely spoke much, maybe that was why he liked them so much. As he walked, he could feel a faint twinge in his right arm, a small dull pain which washed up the length of his limb before fading away again into miriad of other senses which assailed his body. Maybe he really was too old for this sort of stuff, maybe he really should have stopped when he'd first had doubts, back at that chipped bit of wood masqurading as a sign. When he got back he was really gonna have to do something about that, maybe make it another little project to busy up his day... But no ammount of thoughts about little village signs and the best ways he could repair them was going to distract him from the real reason he was putting his life on the line. Other idiots would almost certainly have heard of this beast and try to go after it and while he couldn't stop every fool who charged into stupid situations. He could still help those in situations he knew about. One of these days it was gonna get him killed, leastways, that's what everyone else kept telling him. Still he'd made it past sixty years and if that didn't earn him the right to indulge himself now and then, what would? Still the North Road lay ahead and with it, the others who'd decided to undertake this expidition. --- He was one of the last to arrive, that he was certain of, unless there was a host of other recruits hidden over one of those wind-blasted hills. Ahead stood a few other figures, all younger than him, which he supposed was probably for the best. A whole team of old adventuerers who's top speed wasn't what it once was probably wouldn't be the greatest for running down some monster. Zahir was in his own way, rather amused to see that most of the currently gathered group looked to be about half his age, maybe more in the case of that bowman. He'd certainly expected younger minds to be attracted to this kind of danger, this group certainly looked less like the thrillseekers he'd been expecting. Then again he really shouldn't be that surprised, everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do, he knew that well. At least a gathering spot meant he could stop for the moment and with a sigh of relief he swung his little satchel, carrying all his essentials like food, water and bedding to the ground. A second later he was raising a hand in greeting and putting on his most welcoming tone, knowing that his mask at first glance rarely got the warmest of greetings. "I see I'm not the first, which all things considered is probably a good sign. I presume we're all here to pursue that creature, if so I must be thankful for finding myself in such good looking hands."</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia had nodded at everyone one at a time. They looked experienced. A bowman, a cleric, a spearman, and a masked man. They all looked capable enough. However, the fact of the matter is that no one here has had any real combat experience for the last ten years, and appearances could be decieving. They could all be wormfood within the next few days for all she knew. But Galia wasn't going to die, she was going to win. There was no other option other than coming out of that forest alive. Perhaps the others here had nothing to lose or everything to gain, but Galia had everything on the line. If she failed...she couldn't fail. "My name's Galia Guardstrike," she said, voice low and hard, glaring at the North Road. "My goal is to kill the Beast, and collect the reward. I'm not leaving the North Road until I do." Galia held the handle of the sheathed sword at her hip. Her fingers impatiently tapping the wood in a wave pattern, the steel pommel glowing dimly in the light of evening sun. Galia didn't mind repeating herself for whoever else came. Her name would ring of it's given nature, not one chosen by parents or by oneself, but one earned through combat. A title of mercenary making. There wasn't much else to say, not yet, anyway. She did recognize some of them. Mort, the hunter. Zahir, the guard, with that funny little mask of his. She had seen him, as Eleanor had dragged the Practicioners around Feros Province, and that little town he protected spoke fondly of him. The others she didn't recognize, but Feros Province was a bigger place than one might imagine. She had come to see it has home. Infact, Galia hoped to spend the rest of her life here, once this was all over. Feros Province wasn't the problem. The North Road was.</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "Aye, the beast has to go." Heddwyn uttered as he looked over the woman. She was fierce. Strong-willed. He had known many like her in his time away from his daughter as he walked the low roads throughout the province. He hadn't heard her name in his travels, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. Her surname did seem strange to him; the kind of name someone would create for themselves, but etymology was sometimes strange, it could've been a proper surname for all he knew. It was a large and peculiar world. "If introductions are in order, I'd be Heddwyn." He decided to not lead with his own surname. House Brythendale wasn't a large house nor one native to the people of this particular province. Besides, he liked blending in among the commonfolk. His eyes moved toward the huntsman and the others who had arrived after him, curious about their own names. Perhaps they would share vocations, but he imagined they would have much time to talk once the sun set. They would need to make camp soon enough. The woman who took stance to be the leader of the group did not seem the type to want to waste daylight.</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Everyone followed Mort's gaze to watch the kid running off on her own. A collective exasperated concern settled over the assembly; clearly they couldn't let the girl annihilate herself. Most of them, starting with Zahir and Gallia, moved to try and stop her. Talic of all people flinched, instinctively trying to hide himself in a surge of panic, which Mort found more than a little interesting. He couldn't be scared of armed strangers, since he just waltzed into a gathering of them four strong. Since Mort couldn't in good faith suspect an allergy for teenagers he guessed that Talic might just be on the lookout. Bad nerves ain't a good look for you, big man, he thought, but he said nothing. Saying rude things to strong, selfsure people accomplished nothing unless one managed to be both a loner and masochistic at once. The correct response, Mort so often found, was silence. At that moment there came a noisome sound from the woods. While unmistakably the bellow of some animal, it belonged to no creature Mort knew, and given his occupation as a well-traveled hunter that boded ill. How close? he wondered, though unable to tell. Sound could carry a long distance, but he would have been happier had he not heard anything. Though determined to slay the Beast, facing off against it under the cloak of night was tantamount to diving face-first into hell. A ferocious predator would have every advantage, and its would-be hunters none. They might not even see it as they got picked off one by one. The logical course of action seemed so obvious, so taken for granted even, that when Ardonne approached and asked about it he shot her an are-you-serious sort of look. "Nah, we're planning to stumble through the dark and hop straight in its mouth. Just figured it'd be the...polite thing to do, you know." He removed his darkened glasses, now a distinct liability with the sun going down, and slipped them into an underarm pocket. Judging by Ardonne's look, both in appearance and apparel, she'd never seen or had to prepare for a serious fight. Mort took a deep breath as Heddwyn offered that yes, in fact, the group ought to make camp outside the Beast's domain. For some reason he seemed to be looking at Gallia, as if the gone-soft stood as an authority on the matter. Mort had assumed from the beginning that the makeshift team would be making camp together; such a bonding activity could be the only possible justification for gathering right before sundown, the worst possible time to initiate a dangerous hunt. For the sake of the newbie Heddwyn explained that camping together would also increase the team's understanding and solidarity. Mort, meanwhile, took a quick hike around to scope out a spot. A couple hundred feet away from the main path, and even farther from the edge of the trees, a number of large rocks lay in close proximity atop a knoll. They looked worked, probably by people breaking off stones to use for the cairns. Regardless they provided some security, as well as natural chairs, and the knoll beneath them gave anyone there a vantage point from which they could see the surrounding terrain. No surprises. The number-one rule for picking a spot to camp. A location needed to be either so secure that no intruders could breach it, or far enough away from cover so that a watcher could spot any threat before it got too close. Who knew, after all, if the Beast roved beyond the confines of its territory after dark. "That's a fine spot," Mort said, pointing it out. No doubt anyone else with substantial wilderness experience under their belts would say the same.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic's sleep went on surprisingly well, but that only was until something seemed to cause general alarm to those still awake and watching. It probably was more the disturbance in the night's remaining ambient light, caused by Mort's movements, then Ardonne's humble attempt to drag the man into some kind of conversation that triggered Talic's attention. With a groan that he let go while his consciousness still lacked the power to prevent him from doing so, he woke up. The first thing he saw were the stars, then the thin and black line between him and them that was the shaft of an arrow. As he was still lying on the ground, Talic's eyes rotated sideways in order to see more of its owner. It was Mort, but assuming that he wasn't the kind of guy to exercise his archery in the middle of the night the immediate question was obvious even to a drowsy mind: What was the threat ? He backtracked the arrow to its intented target which seemed to be some kind of animal at the rim of the forest. However it took several acts of blinking in order to get enough of the blurriness out of Talic's view to actually recognize it: a stag. "You aren't trying to hunt a stag while everyone's asleep, are you ?" Talic asked, sounding a little disgruntled. Only then he detected the webs between the stag's antlers and the general fact that something seemed quite strange about it. Could that be the beast ? Maybe, but even if it wasn't and there was only the potential that it could be it... wasn't it a little foolish to engage it while most of the party wasn't even conscious ? "Do you really think that's a clever move ?"</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike As Mort warned the group something was coming, Galia came to her senses quickly. Her heart began to race. Could it be helped that she only imagined the Beast itself making it's appearence? What a joy it would be to have this over early, instead of having it drag on for days, weeks, months. Though she knew in her heart that this would be going on for a while. Nonetheless, she quietly removed her covers and came into a crouching position, looking over the shoulders of her comrades to see the creature that had materialized out of the treeline. It's leering sneer caused Galia to tighten her jaw and raise her brow. Some unfortunate herbivore of nature twisted by the evil forest, no doubt. This wasn't the Beast. It couldn't be. Galia felt she would know it when she saw it. That there wouldn't be uncertainty. This was some corrupted minion of evil, it must be. A liason of despair. It was watching them. Here to intimidate. She wondered of it's intelligence, of it's sapience, whether it was possible for it to be malicious or if it was just an empty-headed construction of muscle and flesh piloted by insticts far beyond it's own limited comprehension. It was impossible to know. "It won't come out here. We're still in Fero." Galia reassured her companions. Her minds eye flashed to the stacks of superstitious stones the villagers had piled alongside the road to mark their border and stave off sinister forces. They must be doing something, yes? Or, at least, they are correlated to the end of the Beast's territory, if not the causation itself. The Beast, for all her desire to destroy it, had never left it's forest. It's territory was clearly marked. It had drawn a line in the sand, and had never crossed it in Galia's ten years here in Feros Province. So what was this? A scout? A messenger? There was no way to know! How could this damned forest get inside her head when she hadn't even entered it yet? Cursed creature. Galia slowly gripped the sheathe of her sword and wrapped her strong fingers around it's polished wooden handle, preparing to summon it's steel at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel Well ... he'd be damned. After all these years, after everything he'd seen, Zahir had long since stopped contemplating if things could surprise him and yet ... as that stag stood there watching, everything about it's ghostly movements screaming of something not of his world, he couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of surprise. Deep down within the old man something stirred, an old beast long since tamed and forgotten, the part which training had mostly helped settle. It was faint and he would never admit this to someone else, but the sight excited him, ever so slightly, but the sensation was still there. Damn! How long had it been since he'd felt like this? The feeling of standing on the edge of something far bigger than oneself, facing something wholy inchomprehensable? Yet just as it was stirring, the voices beside him spoke up. They weren't directed at him in paticular and nor was it any certain phrase ... It was just their presence that broke down the barrier. Once again he was an old guard, sitting on watch with a small group of travellers. People he'd promised himself he'd do his best to protect. So for the moment he set down his desire, pushing the beast back into it's cage. Zahir needed to be ready for whatever this thing was ... whatever it was planning. If it was going to take the time to study them, then he was going to use that time too. So the old man just continued to sit there, watching the stag, listening for anything else in the forest moving closer. Was this really the limit of the beasts territory? Could it not go further or did it choose to stay within it's limits? There was a clear inteligence behind the thing and that was good. Intelligent creatures tended to have plans ... he just needed to figure out what it's was before it could eliminate them. After all ... how hard could that be?</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "It's a strange creature." Heddwyn muttered, as his eyes looked to the night sky. "It defies all expectations, it seems." Were their minds playing tricks on them? It was a question that Heddwyn asked himself as he tried to keep at attention, the creature skulking in the shadows of the forest. He wondered when it would cut its games, but he knew that these sort of mind games were sensible. If it had a human intelligence it would know it outnumbered and want to keep its targets exhausted should they choose to pursue it. His eyes had caught its visage from the woods and while it sent a chill down his spine it also confounded a cleric's curiosity. He was in disbelief that a stag was the creature that had imposed itself upon Fero for all these years, but here it was, being just that. Either that or it was a trick of the mind. A trick that had fooled the entire group. "Don't exhaust yourself. Panic results in foolish impulses. This animal is a predator, not prey."</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival. The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road. "It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that." Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly. "We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened." She glanced back towards the woods. "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne For a moment Ardonne's bow lowered in recognition of Zahir's cautious approach before it - and the group as a whole - was forgotten completely. The youth was transfixed by the low, reverberating bellow coming from the swampy darkness of the woods. Her eyes strained for a glimpse, her breath went shallow, neck craning, pulse fluttering at her wrists and jawline before her lips curled up with enthusiasm. A breathless chuckle escaped without warning. She was distracted from her reveries when Galia called out to her and listened with a reinvigorated eagerness. She swung the bow to point into the woods. "There's your beast, brave hunters!" she hollered back, drunk on adrenaline. "Within earshot! If you're quick you can catch it before dawn!" Her challenge rattled through the cairns. She waited for no answer, merely hesitating where she stood before putting her arrow away and trotting up to the assembly of people by the road. At a closer glance, Ardonne was undeniably the youngest of the group. No doubt she was half Galia's age, a quarter of Zahir's and remarkably swift and light on her feet in her approach. She wore no armour and only had fifteen arrows to her name along with the barest essentials. She was lean and cruelly built with an upturned nose and all the hot-blooded arrogance of youth radiating off her in droves. Her clothes were baggy, plain and pragmatically chosen for camouflage, and yet...they didn't seem to fit her. Strips of leather and twine kept them from hanging off her body and getting caught on bristles and branches. Even up close she was incessantly restless. Her pale watery glare flitted from face to face, belt to belt, absorbing the collected party in glimpses and grimaces. It rested on Mort with recognition as she scratched her scalp and scrutinised the way he had aged. "Do you plan to wait 'till morning?" she asked, directing it to him but leaving it open for discussion.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale The girl was young. Had she been a boy Heddwyn believed she would have likely lacked hair on her chest in both the figurative and literal sense. Curious. He wondered how good she was with that bow of hers. Heddwyn knew the group they had, of six, was a decent amount and there was a few men and women among them that looked well readied to the task. Heddwyn was sure the group took him for an unarmored swordsman given his garb was merely fitted with leather straps, a gambeson, and cloak. It was hardy enough and kept the middle-aged cleric light on his feet. Given the mud and brush they would be walking through heavy armor would have been a mistake and Heddwyn didn't desire to spend the coin to get such a thing. His coin was better suited to the alms of the poor and his own necessities, after all. He did wonder how they would all operate. With two distance fighters, himself a cleric of median skill with a sword, and the others who looked more like close quarters combatants, it did seem they would be able to handle whatever the beast was should they approach the creature carefully. Heddwyn had heard a handful of rumors about it. And it had been years since its initial appearance yet nobody really knew anything concrete. Anything scientific. It was a curious thing. He ran his hands through his cloak, tightening it firmly before commenting in a less cryptic, philosophical manner. "Yes, I do believe it wise for us to gather and make camp. At least until the venture begins." He took a glance toward the female whom had taken the role of leader with little reluctance. "Understanding one another is vital to our survival and the beast's end."</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic's sleep went on surprisingly well, but that only was until something seemed to cause general alarm to those still awake and watching. It probably was more the disturbance in the night's remaining ambient light, caused by Mort's movements, then Ardonne's humble attempt to drag the man into some kind of conversation that triggered Talic's attention. With a groan that he let go while his consciousness still lacked the power to prevent him from doing so, he woke up. The first thing he saw were the stars, then the thin and black line between him and them that was the shaft of an arrow. As he was still lying on the ground, Talic's eyes rotated sideways in order to see more of its owner. It was Mort, but assuming that he wasn't the kind of guy to exercise his archery in the middle of the night the immediate question was obvious even to a drowsy mind: What was the threat ? He backtracked the arrow to its intented target which seemed to be some kind of animal at the rim of the forest. However it took several acts of blinking in order to get enough of the blurriness out of Talic's view to actually recognize it: a stag. "You aren't trying to hunt a stag while everyone's asleep, are you ?" Talic asked, sounding a little disgruntled. Only then he detected the webs between the stag's antlers and the general fact that something seemed quite strange about it. Could that be the beast ? Maybe, but even if it wasn't and there was only the potential that it could be it... wasn't it a little foolish to engage it while most of the party wasn't even conscious ? "Do you really think that's a clever move ?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zahir Rahel GENDER: Male AGE: 64 APPEARANCE: Zahir never show his face, hiding it behind an old and battered mask. Infact the only bit of skin that is visible is a patch of dark skin on his wrists. A detail that practically stands out between the fading crimson of his old military uniform and a pair of greying gloves. Nothing can be seen of his legs, hidden away behind leather armour and boots. BACKGROUND: Zahir was born far away, in a kingdom beyond the borders of this one. A place he hardly mentions, nor one those who've known him long enough ask him much about. All they do know is that he was a soldier there, one who served a long time on the battlefield, judging by the age of this man. Then 10 years ago he arrived in the Fero province, practically in the same outfit he now walks about in. For the last 10 years he's lived as a guard in a small town nestled within a forest, helping keep its streets safe. Despite initial misgivings about the man and his outlandish appearance, he has grown to be a well liked figure among the locals. His mask provides an odd familiarity and steadiness to it, that everyday he's still there helping to look after the place. Few bother to ask him about his past anymore, knowing that whatever answer he does give will be vague and contradictory, though some persistent kids still hope one day he'll tell them the full truth. Infact now the question he gets asked more than any other is "When are you gonna settle down? Stop being a guard?" He's yet to give an answer. Still the old guard continues to patrol, doing whatever he can to stay in shape and protect the people of the Fero Province. Now he has heard the news of the beast and against all common sense saying otherwise has gone off to slay the creature, hoping that he can help those doing the same task to stay alive. MOTIVATION: To slay the beast and protect the others doing the same. GEAR: An old + battered copper mask he never takes off A fading guards uniform Worn leather armour A small buckler shield he attaches to his back A short arming sword he carries by his waist</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s>	<\|message\|>Zahir Rahel For not the last time on his trip up north Zahir asked himself what the fuck he was doing this far out. This wasn't part of his original promise, hell it wasn't part of any promised he'd ever made. He should be back "home" guarding that safe little village, making one or two more rounds before the night claimed what was left of the days activity and then it could be just him and the few other guards sitting around that old campfire by the main gates. Even now he wondered just how old that thing was, how many generations of guards had sat around it and drunk the cold nights away in friendly silence. After all he was the oldest guard there and even he didn't know when it had first been set down. Despite the fact he'd never really told any of his fellow guards much, if at all, he still really did like them. They drank with him and rarely spoke much, maybe that was why he liked them so much. As he walked, he could feel a faint twinge in his right arm, a small dull pain which washed up the length of his limb before fading away again into miriad of other senses which assailed his body. Maybe he really was too old for this sort of stuff, maybe he really should have stopped when he'd first had doubts, back at that chipped bit of wood masqurading as a sign. When he got back he was really gonna have to do something about that, maybe make it another little project to busy up his day... But no ammount of thoughts about little village signs and the best ways he could repair them was going to distract him from the real reason he was putting his life on the line. Other idiots would almost certainly have heard of this beast and try to go after it and while he couldn't stop every fool who charged into stupid situations. He could still help those in situations he knew about. One of these days it was gonna get him killed, leastways, that's what everyone else kept telling him. Still he'd made it past sixty years and if that didn't earn him the right to indulge himself now and then, what would? Still the North Road lay ahead and with it, the others who'd decided to undertake this expidition. --- He was one of the last to arrive, that he was certain of, unless there was a host of other recruits hidden over one of those wind-blasted hills. Ahead stood a few other figures, all younger than him, which he supposed was probably for the best. A whole team of old adventuerers who's top speed wasn't what it once was probably wouldn't be the greatest for running down some monster. Zahir was in his own way, rather amused to see that most of the currently gathered group looked to be about half his age, maybe more in the case of that bowman. He'd certainly expected younger minds to be attracted to this kind of danger, this group certainly looked less like the thrillseekers he'd been expecting. Then again he really shouldn't be that surprised, everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do, he knew that well. At least a gathering spot meant he could stop for the moment and with a sigh of relief he swung his little satchel, carrying all his essentials like food, water and bedding to the ground. A second later he was raising a hand in greeting and putting on his most welcoming tone, knowing that his mask at first glance rarely got the warmest of greetings. "I see I'm not the first, which all things considered is probably a good sign. I presume we're all here to pursue that creature, if so I must be thankful for finding myself in such good looking hands."</s>
<\|description\|>Zahir Rahel GENDER: Male AGE: 64 APPEARANCE: Zahir never show his face, hiding it behind an old and battered mask. Infact the only bit of skin that is visible is a patch of dark skin on his wrists. A detail that practically stands out between the fading crimson of his old military uniform and a pair of greying gloves. Nothing can be seen of his legs, hidden away behind leather armour and boots. BACKGROUND: Zahir was born far away, in a kingdom beyond the borders of this one. A place he hardly mentions, nor one those who've known him long enough ask him much about. All they do know is that he was a soldier there, one who served a long time on the battlefield, judging by the age of this man. Then 10 years ago he arrived in the Fero province, practically in the same outfit he now walks about in. For the last 10 years he's lived as a guard in a small town nestled within a forest, helping keep its streets safe. Despite initial misgivings about the man and his outlandish appearance, he has grown to be a well liked figure among the locals. His mask provides an odd familiarity and steadiness to it, that everyday he's still there helping to look after the place. Few bother to ask him about his past anymore, knowing that whatever answer he does give will be vague and contradictory, though some persistent kids still hope one day he'll tell them the full truth. Infact now the question he gets asked more than any other is "When are you gonna settle down? Stop being a guard?" He's yet to give an answer. Still the old guard continues to patrol, doing whatever he can to stay in shape and protect the people of the Fero Province. Now he has heard the news of the beast and against all common sense saying otherwise has gone off to slay the creature, hoping that he can help those doing the same task to stay alive. MOTIVATION: To slay the beast and protect the others doing the same. GEAR: An old + battered copper mask he never takes off A fading guards uniform Worn leather armour A small buckler shield he attaches to his back A short arming sword he carries by his waist</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia had nodded at everyone one at a time. They looked experienced. A bowman, a cleric, a spearman, and a masked man. They all looked capable enough. However, the fact of the matter is that no one here has had any real combat experience for the last ten years, and appearances could be decieving. They could all be wormfood within the next few days for all she knew. But Galia wasn't going to die, she was going to win. There was no other option other than coming out of that forest alive. Perhaps the others here had nothing to lose or everything to gain, but Galia had everything on the line. If she failed...she couldn't fail. "My name's Galia Guardstrike," she said, voice low and hard, glaring at the North Road. "My goal is to kill the Beast, and collect the reward. I'm not leaving the North Road until I do." Galia held the handle of the sheathed sword at her hip. Her fingers impatiently tapping the wood in a wave pattern, the steel pommel glowing dimly in the light of evening sun. Galia didn't mind repeating herself for whoever else came. Her name would ring of it's given nature, not one chosen by parents or by oneself, but one earned through combat. A title of mercenary making. There wasn't much else to say, not yet, anyway. She did recognize some of them. Mort, the hunter. Zahir, the guard, with that funny little mask of his. She had seen him, as Eleanor had dragged the Practicioners around Feros Province, and that little town he protected spoke fondly of him. The others she didn't recognize, but Feros Province was a bigger place than one might imagine. She had come to see it has home. Infact, Galia hoped to spend the rest of her life here, once this was all over. Feros Province wasn't the problem. The North Road was.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "Aye, the beast has to go." Heddwyn uttered as he looked over the woman. She was fierce. Strong-willed. He had known many like her in his time away from his daughter as he walked the low roads throughout the province. He hadn't heard her name in his travels, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. Her surname did seem strange to him; the kind of name someone would create for themselves, but etymology was sometimes strange, it could've been a proper surname for all he knew. It was a large and peculiar world. "If introductions are in order, I'd be Heddwyn." He decided to not lead with his own surname. House Brythendale wasn't a large house nor one native to the people of this particular province. Besides, he liked blending in among the commonfolk. His eyes moved toward the huntsman and the others who had arrived after him, curious about their own names. Perhaps they would share vocations, but he imagined they would have much time to talk once the sun set. They would need to make camp soon enough. The woman who took stance to be the leader of the group did not seem the type to want to waste daylight.</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne "No, no, I don't mean any offense," Petyr stammered, "It's just-...well, you seem a little old to be courting." Ardonne smiled weakly. She was taking her time with the meal - partially to amuse her benefactor and partially to savour what it was going to be like being in a nice warm tavern for the last time. There were plenty of last times today. Just that morning she hugged her mother for the last time... Ardonne looked away for a moment and busied herself with dinner. "My mother had to remarry first. I needed to support the family." She drank her ale and watched Petyr's expression for the crinkle in the brow, the grimace, the doubt...there wasn't any. He was genuinely curious. "Well, with me by your side you'll never have to worry about work again. I started looking into those books you like, too. There aren't many calligraphists in the province, but I was considering a wedding gift. Which tale was your favourite, again? The bear in the woods?" Petyr was a warm and personable man. For the fifth time that day Ardonne considered a life with him and took a deeper draught of ale to steady her resolve. It was bitter and room temperature. "Oh, you needn't do any of that. I'm simply content to move out of Bresh." It wasn't a whole lie. Ardonne emptied her bowl and her flagon and lingered over it wistfully. Last hot meal. All gone. "Oh but it'd be an excellent investment. You can read it to the little ones and when they're old enough they can pass it on to our grandchildren." Ah yes, there it was. Ardonne smiled blithely and rested her hand on her stomach, wondering if a human life felt like a full belly. Then again, she'd helped her mother birth her younger brother...it seemed more laborious than a heavy meal. She had finished her ale but the bitter taste revisited the back of her tongue at the mention of it. "Perhaps I can teach them how to shoot," she ventured out of curiosity. Petyr laughed. "If you still remember how by then! It'd be a good story for our son." Ardonne smiled blithely. It wasn't good enough. Petyr caught the dullness of her stare, the clenched jaw and the faraway expression. "Is your fever coming back, my sweet?" He asked nervously. "We don't have to rush anything. I promised your father two weeks, but I'm sure you can rest easy until you feel better." Ardonne bit down on the opportunity and dropped the act, expressing her fretful nerves and everpresent nausea. "Well, I did not want to impose upon you," she murmured softly, fidgeting with a lock of her hair and looking away from him. The merchant was keen to pander her. It would have been perfect. It should have been perfect, but Ardonne recoiled at the thought of a life with him. "Money is no object. Not when it comes to your health," he reassured her, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze. She wrapped her fingers around his. Last hand to hold. "Would you mind if I rested tomorrow? I want nobody to disturb me. Just...a loaf of bread, a pitcher of water. My stomach is-...unsteady." Not an entire lie either. Ardonne felt the bile ride again as she faced her decision as if it were inevitable fate. "Of course, my dove. Would you permit me to bring you to your chambers this evening? If I'm to be away from you for the whole day…" Petyr's smile was hopeful and mischievous and Ardonne's heart ached for him. It felt like a cruel twist of the knife to put him into such a situation. "Yes, but if you go any further than my door then I shall ride home to my father." Petyr's smile faltered and Ardonne cursed herself for being so steely. "I mean no disrespect, this is our first private outing. And I've heard such tall tales about some of the coarser village boys back home…" Petyr laughed and Ardonne exhaled in relief. "I'm no mere village boy, my dove! I shall fetch you your bread and water." Within the hour Ardonne had locked the door and barricaded it. She was staring at her naked body in the mirror. Last time she'd see her reflection. She took stock of what she had made of herself, poked and prodded her blemishes and got changed into her hunting gear. She checked her quiver. She packed her bread and poured her water. It was still light outside. She checked her belt and her field guide, fingers slipping absentmindedly over her real father's name in its browned ink on the contents page. "I'm so sorry," she croaked, looking for his ghost. The stress of it all made tears well in her eyes. She took a shuddering breath and stared at her face, willing herself to feel his hand on her shoulder, praying for a sign, anything…"I'm coming, dad. I'll be with you shortly." It was like all the tales. Sometimes there wasn't a happy ending... sometimes you just had to accept your lot. She wouldn't face it as a blubbering mess. In whatever lay beyond her life, she could sit and cry for millennia. For now, she wanted to do it on her terms. Stoic, calm, and ready for what lay beyond. After she passes those cairns she will step into the limbo between worlds and she will test her mettle until the bitter end. And who knows? Perhaps she'll find her way out, a changed woman ready to face the North and take no man's order and foster no squalling babes in her stomach. And if not... she'll see dad again. Ardonne only left once the smudges of orange had slipped below the horizon. It wasn't that hard to sneak out of the window, she'd been doing it for years back at her childhood home and Faro rural architecture was a fairly universal affair. What mattered now was making distance. They wouldn't be able to see much using torchlight but movement was quick to spot in one's periphery so she kept low and darted up towards the distant cairns, stopping only to crouch and hide behind an errant rock or the base of a tree. It was only as she made it to the edges of the woods that she noticed a group maybe a kilometre away, a little less, by the cairn adjacent to the one she was headed into. What the group saw was a dim figure jogging up and even slightly into the heavy canopy of the forest before it stopped and lingered by one of the trees, staring unabashedly towards the gathered bounty hunters with an indistinguishable expression - it was too dark. Ardonne thought fast. For one, there was no way anyone from the town over had noticed she was gone. Also... safety in numbers. She may be able to make some considerable distance if she travelled in a group. Then again, they may be guards patrolling the edges of the forest. They hadn't come to detain her yet...she started to panic. She wasn't expecting people to be as foolish as she was and she certainly wasn't expecting them to come armed and ready for a fight. Her flightiness kicked in as she hastily got her bow out, nocked an arrow, and fretfully skirted a little deeper into the beast's domain, watching to see what they'd do to her.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Now that he was actually giving himself a chance to rest Zahir was able to take a greater stock of the small collection of souls around him. At least they looked hardened ... well most of them did at least, which was another point for defying expectations. There was certainly so much more that he'd ever expected, which hopefully meant there would be a lot less work for him to do. Despite the fact he was still in good shape and totally unwilling to give up being a fighter, he did enjoy being able to take it slow every now and then. For now he was very content to let the rest of the group introduce itself and to be grateful for the mask that covered his face. For he knew he recognised the face of several here, like the warrior gal, though he believed that last time there'd been quite a few more people in her party when he'd seen her. The huntsman too he recognised, the man had skill, he remembered that much. But there were so many people who slipped by his little town for a day or two, so many different names and stories to remember that he had given up bothering to try. So it was with a contented little smile he recived those very helpful reminders. Well ... it seemed his companions were eager at least to get the task done, too eager in his opinion. Conviction was certainly one thing, but recklessness was another and in his experiance a blind devotion towards getting the task done often ended in serious personal risk. Had he been younger he'd have almost certainly blurted that out, probably to the detriment of team morale and cohesion, a true win before the hunt had even begun. But apart from all the dull aches and pains from old scars, his age had brought with it a sense of tact, or at least a greater one than his younger self. "Come now, are we really going to charge off into the beasts territory now? Won't you let an old man rest his bones for the night? It has been a long journey here and I'm not as young as you lot. One night of safety outside the beasts domain would not do us any harm." He wanted just a little bit more time, time that they could spend becoming a better team, or at least long enough for him to come up with a plan to ensure no one died. Any hopes of a quiet end to the night were dashed by the arrival of the sixth person, a girl far younger than the rest of the gathered adventueres, standing beyond any sort range in which he could make out identifying features. Not that it really mattered, he was watching a young person rush off into certain danger. "Fuck..." Gently he placed his sword on the ground and raised his arms into the air, attempting to communicate as best as possible, his lack of weapons. "She is ... if we let her stay there. Which I'm not." Slowly and with an even step he began to cross the empty stretch of land between the group and Ardonne.</s> <\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival. The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road. "It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that." Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly. "We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened." She glanced back towards the woods. "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne For a moment Ardonne's bow lowered in recognition of Zahir's cautious approach before it - and the group as a whole - was forgotten completely. The youth was transfixed by the low, reverberating bellow coming from the swampy darkness of the woods. Her eyes strained for a glimpse, her breath went shallow, neck craning, pulse fluttering at her wrists and jawline before her lips curled up with enthusiasm. A breathless chuckle escaped without warning. She was distracted from her reveries when Galia called out to her and listened with a reinvigorated eagerness. She swung the bow to point into the woods. "There's your beast, brave hunters!" she hollered back, drunk on adrenaline. "Within earshot! If you're quick you can catch it before dawn!" Her challenge rattled through the cairns. She waited for no answer, merely hesitating where she stood before putting her arrow away and trotting up to the assembly of people by the road. At a closer glance, Ardonne was undeniably the youngest of the group. No doubt she was half Galia's age, a quarter of Zahir's and remarkably swift and light on her feet in her approach. She wore no armour and only had fifteen arrows to her name along with the barest essentials. She was lean and cruelly built with an upturned nose and all the hot-blooded arrogance of youth radiating off her in droves. Her clothes were baggy, plain and pragmatically chosen for camouflage, and yet...they didn't seem to fit her. Strips of leather and twine kept them from hanging off her body and getting caught on bristles and branches. Even up close she was incessantly restless. Her pale watery glare flitted from face to face, belt to belt, absorbing the collected party in glimpses and grimaces. It rested on Mort with recognition as she scratched her scalp and scrutinised the way he had aged. "Do you plan to wait 'till morning?" she asked, directing it to him but leaving it open for discussion.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s>
<\|description\|>Terry J. Campbell // loading personnel records // // Organisation Selected: Collective Federation Military // // SELECTED: EX-EMPLOYEE 375 \|\| Terry J. Campbell // Age: 32 Alias: Mars Status: Dishonorably Discharged. Wanted Criminal. Background: Terry J. Campbell was born ██ ██ 2444, at ███████ Hospital. His parents █████ and ███████ ████ offered the boy up for experimentation and grooming at the ████ ██████ Military Experimentation Labs. The boy was given the identity of Terry J. Campbell. // SPECIFICS REGARDING OPERATIONS AT ████ ██████ M.E.L. REQUIRES A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE // At the age EIGHTEEN, Terry J. Campbell was put in the field. Proving his worth in helping keep order on the streets. He would have been a great soldier if it were not for the ████ incident. // DETAILS PERTAINING TO THE ████ INCIDENT REQUIRE A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE // After the aforementioned incident, Terry was recalled to the lab for adjustments. After being recalibrated and tuned up, he was sent on a secret assignment. // FOR MORE INFORMATION, REFER TO TEST #5 FOR PROJECT ██████ // After being betrayed, and hunted by project ██████, Terry J. Campbell defected to the Terrorist Organisation known as 'Olympus.' He has taken up the mantel of 'MARS.' Affiliation: 'OLYMPUS' // CURRENT INFORMATION REGARDING 'OLYMPUS' IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE // Capabilities: Often called the 'One Man Army' Terry J. Campbell is very skilled in several styles of combat. Favouring close to mid range combat, Terry is an adept hand to hand fighter, and proficient with knives and hatchets. His skill extends to throwing the melee weapons as well. As for weapons of choice, he typically utilises a pair of revolvers. One chambering HEIAP bullets, the other white phosphorus bullets. Though will use whatever shotguns and assault rifles he can get on the black market. Terry J. Campbell was a Praetor, and as such has all the Cybernetics and Armour that comes with that. // YOU DO NOT HAVE SECURITY CLEARANCE TO SEE PRAETOR SPECIFICATIONS // Directive: Terry J. Campbell is too dangerous to be taken alive. Shoot to Kill.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#001 Bacchus kong vaulted over a metal pipe smiling underneath his mask as the CF police chased after him. Doing a short walk run off a billboard Bacchus was able to get onto another building as he pulled out his rifle. His mission was to lead the police a bit aways from a surplus store so Olympus could gather some supplies they were running low on things to repair prosthetics and to make weapons. Bacchus's rifle wasn't too special just a plain assault rifle with a design of a grape vine on the sides . Firing off a couple of rounds at the Police Bacchus then turned and began to run across the rooftops with the Police in pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING.... REGINALD THOMAS "Time to do a little shopping..." Apollo chuckled to himself as he pulled the cargo truck into the loading area behind the surplus store. No gate. No guards posted. And now, thanks to Bacchus, no police within mile of the place. Everything was going so smoothly he wouldn't have been surprised if somebody left the back door wide open. He pulled the truck up to the loading dock. He could have used the scope focus on his visual sensor the determine to a centimeter the distance of the back of the truck from the dock, but he was proud of his driving techique to a fault. He prefered to use his standard visual setting if he had to be suited up. And if there was one thing he'd learned in Olympus, it was that you better be suited up when in the field. He parked at a good centimeter away and radioed the squad still in the back with a playful, musical tone to his voice. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here! Everybody's got their shopping list?"</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell Mars was sitting in the back of the truck. He checked the cylinders on both of his revolvers, double-checking they were clean and loaded. It was supposed to be clear, but he never went in without loaded guns. Mars holstered tHE revolvers, before tapping the side of his head. Activating his Holo-Lens. Bringing up a list of computer components and other whosits and whatsits. Mars had a bad feeling about this. It was a simple endeavour, Bacchus leads the police away, and the rest of them break in and rob the place for everything it's worth. This plan, of course, failed to account for local security and alarms/traps. Moving to the next screen on his Holo-Lens, he looked over the available schematics for the building. Trying to plan his route. That was when he felt the truck come to a stop. "We're here." He muttered to himself before the announcement came through. Being closest to the door, he stood up and rolled up the door. Tapping his Holo-Lens again to open the Comm channel. "We are good to go. I'll meet you all inside." He said stepping out of the back of the truck. Drawing the revolver loaded with Willie Ps, he moved off to the side. He was gonna find another way in. He didn't trust the back door being left unguarded.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. "Relax, Mars. All clear."</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#002 Once Bacchus had lost the police he ducked behind a air conditioner unit and smiled as he heard everyone on the comms. His eyes began to glow as he saw a holographic keyboard and screen come into his vision beginning to tap on the keys he backed into the stores databank and disabled the alarm and the few hidden cameras the store had. Bringing his finger up to this temple he nodded " can confirm the store is safe to enter cameras are down and alarm is disabled. " he said then got up and began to take a different way to the store.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana smiles. "Exactly what I said. Thank you, Bacchus." She observes from her perch, then jumps down from the building, and lands in a crouch. She creeps into the building, her bird glittering back to her.</s>	<\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell "I'll believe it when I see it." Technology could be fooled. Something about this whole thing felt wrong. He stopped. That was when he had a feeling. One of his implants. A pattern enhancer. It analysed everything that was going on and drew connections to give Mar's a heightened intuition. A trait that all Praetors possessed. It made them particularly good law enforcement officers. Made them hard to fool. "Bacchus, where are the Police that you were supposed to be leading away?" He moved to open a door but paused. His hand hovering over the door handle. "Something is very wrong. This is all too easy. When was the last time there was a store with everything we just happen to need, as well as it is unguarded?" He slowly opened the door and leapt to the side to avoid a shotgun blast targeted right where he was standing. He looked to see where it had come from, but couldn't see anything. He felt he knew where it came from, but there was nothing there. Firing his revolver where the shot should have come from, he saw something strange. The White Phosphorus round smacked right into something, or someone. The glowing white substance spread out over a cloaked figure. The figure shimmering back into view as they screamed as the round burnt through their armour and flesh. "Active Camo." Mars trapped his temple, triggering his Holo-Lens to cycle through various view types. "Trying to find a view that will detect them." Tapping his temple again, he opened a private channel Diana. "Next time you want me to relax, run a full spectrum scan. If you don't want to ride in the truck, the least you can do is make sure I don't walk straight into a shotgun blast."</s>
<\|description\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Age 19 Alias DIANA Status WANTED CRIMINAL... CURRENTLY IN HIDING Background NO INFORMATION Affiliation LAST SEEN COOPERATING WITH THE REBEL GROUP KNOWN AS "OLYMPUS" Capabilities * HIGHLY SKILLED MARKSMAN IN MOST KNOWN WEAPONS, INCLUDING, BUT NOT EXCLUSIVELY, FIREARMS * KNOWN THIEF * DEMONSTRATES KNOWLEDGE OF SURROUNDINGS * DEMONSTRATES SKILLS IN HAND TO HAND COMBAT * DEMONSTRATES PROFICIENCY IN SCRAP ENGINEERING Directive- HIGH-LEVEL MEMBER OF 'OLYMPUS'; BRING IN ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING IF POSSIBLE</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#001 Bacchus kong vaulted over a metal pipe smiling underneath his mask as the CF police chased after him. Doing a short walk run off a billboard Bacchus was able to get onto another building as he pulled out his rifle. His mission was to lead the police a bit aways from a surplus store so Olympus could gather some supplies they were running low on things to repair prosthetics and to make weapons. Bacchus's rifle wasn't too special just a plain assault rifle with a design of a grape vine on the sides . Firing off a couple of rounds at the Police Bacchus then turned and began to run across the rooftops with the Police in pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING.... REGINALD THOMAS "Time to do a little shopping..." Apollo chuckled to himself as he pulled the cargo truck into the loading area behind the surplus store. No gate. No guards posted. And now, thanks to Bacchus, no police within mile of the place. Everything was going so smoothly he wouldn't have been surprised if somebody left the back door wide open. He pulled the truck up to the loading dock. He could have used the scope focus on his visual sensor the determine to a centimeter the distance of the back of the truck from the dock, but he was proud of his driving techique to a fault. He prefered to use his standard visual setting if he had to be suited up. And if there was one thing he'd learned in Olympus, it was that you better be suited up when in the field. He parked at a good centimeter away and radioed the squad still in the back with a playful, musical tone to his voice. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here! Everybody's got their shopping list?"</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell Mars was sitting in the back of the truck. He checked the cylinders on both of his revolvers, double-checking they were clean and loaded. It was supposed to be clear, but he never went in without loaded guns. Mars holstered tHE revolvers, before tapping the side of his head. Activating his Holo-Lens. Bringing up a list of computer components and other whosits and whatsits. Mars had a bad feeling about this. It was a simple endeavour, Bacchus leads the police away, and the rest of them break in and rob the place for everything it's worth. This plan, of course, failed to account for local security and alarms/traps. Moving to the next screen on his Holo-Lens, he looked over the available schematics for the building. Trying to plan his route. That was when he felt the truck come to a stop. "We're here." He muttered to himself before the announcement came through. Being closest to the door, he stood up and rolled up the door. Tapping his Holo-Lens again to open the Comm channel. "We are good to go. I'll meet you all inside." He said stepping out of the back of the truck. Drawing the revolver loaded with Willie Ps, he moved off to the side. He was gonna find another way in. He didn't trust the back door being left unguarded.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. "Relax, Mars. All clear."</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#002 Once Bacchus had lost the police he ducked behind a air conditioner unit and smiled as he heard everyone on the comms. His eyes began to glow as he saw a holographic keyboard and screen come into his vision beginning to tap on the keys he backed into the stores databank and disabled the alarm and the few hidden cameras the store had. Bringing his finger up to this temple he nodded " can confirm the store is safe to enter cameras are down and alarm is disabled. " he said then got up and began to take a different way to the store.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana smiles. "Exactly what I said. Thank you, Bacchus." She observes from her perch, then jumps down from the building, and lands in a crouch. She creeps into the building, her bird glittering back to her.</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell "I'll believe it when I see it." Technology could be fooled. Something about this whole thing felt wrong. He stopped. That was when he had a feeling. One of his implants. A pattern enhancer. It analysed everything that was going on and drew connections to give Mar's a heightened intuition. A trait that all Praetors possessed. It made them particularly good law enforcement officers. Made them hard to fool. "Bacchus, where are the Police that you were supposed to be leading away?" He moved to open a door but paused. His hand hovering over the door handle. "Something is very wrong. This is all too easy. When was the last time there was a store with everything we just happen to need, as well as it is unguarded?" He slowly opened the door and leapt to the side to avoid a shotgun blast targeted right where he was standing. He looked to see where it had come from, but couldn't see anything. He felt he knew where it came from, but there was nothing there. Firing his revolver where the shot should have come from, he saw something strange. The White Phosphorus round smacked right into something, or someone. The glowing white substance spread out over a cloaked figure. The figure shimmering back into view as they screamed as the round burnt through their armour and flesh. "Active Camo." Mars trapped his temple, triggering his Holo-Lens to cycle through various view types. "Trying to find a view that will detect them." Tapping his temple again, he opened a private channel Diana. "Next time you want me to relax, run a full spectrum scan. If you don't want to ride in the truck, the least you can do is make sure I don't walk straight into a shotgun blast."</s>	<\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana growls. "There was nothing there. What vision can you see them with?" She taps her other temple changing her visual display. "Remind me to upgrade my drones when we get back. What do you see down there?" She cocks her sniping rifle and peers into the store.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Crime is an everyday occurrence. But here in the Big Apple, it seems to be much more than just a series of small, isolated incidents. It's apparent an organized element is at work and, at the moment, business is good. So good, in fact, there appear to be no eyewitnesses to any of these crimes. With complaints ranging, from purse-snatching, to breaking and entering, police switchboards have been swamped with the angry voices of more and more citizens, who have fallen prey to the recent surge that continues to plague the city..." The apple. The big old apple. Everything seems to never quiet down, or go dark, even after the sun goes down - hence the famous title as "the city that never sleeps". It was the time of the 90s, where records, surrounding crime, remained high. The city's reputation for chaos and disorder were jeopardizing the safety of the locals, to the point where it officially became part of daily life. The illegal drug trade flourished, murder rates soared, and the city was divided by gangs and syndicates. Not to mention that homelessness and the jobless was a serious concern, having to fill the streets, where not even people can evenly walk. "...merchandise of every size and description, from skateboards to stereo systems, has been disappearing from store shelves and storage areas at an alarming rate. Even the victims themselves rarely glimpse the thieves. Many don't know they've been victimized until it's too late. In fact, police have yet to come up with an eyewitness..." With April O'Neil's report on the same topic appearing on television screens daily, including the week before (and the week before that), it felt as if nobody could find control in the streets of the Big Apple. Not even the police didn't seem to care on what goes on around them. So, amongst the many, they had to cope and open up their awareness in the alleys and subways. That very same report came once more, as Jennifer walked by the screen that sat in the display case of a store. A pizza box in-hand, she headed towards the building, where she found solace, with another like her: Charlotte. Oddities appear in the city, all the time, but then, that one night changed her perspective entirely, having to be fused with another organism she recently came into contact with. It was only but a few months ago that Charlotte was found on the fire escape, one night, by the other teen - on the same night, where she found her to also be inflicted by the same mysterious substance that struck upon Jennifer, back at her job. The chances of being discovered for scientific purposes had to be on the down-low.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "She's talking about the Foot Clan again." Charlie said as her roommate walked in, eyes glued to the rabbit eared TV the two had. "Looks like they've struck again with stealing packages from cars, pickpockets, the usual street thieves stuff." She added before glancing at Jen. It was hard to believe their lives had changed so much after coming into contact with whatever made them into what they were now. "Thankfully nothing's come up about anyone seeing me swimming a few nights ago. I thought it was going to be the end for us; testing and everything." She said as she walked over to the kitchen to grab a couple of plates for them. "I know I have to be more careful, but it's New York! It's impossible for me to go swimming without being seen."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The Asian teen walked towards the entrance of the apartment building, and pressed the buzzer, hoping that Stacy would be able to know of her return. Since her tremendous transformation, and crossing paths with the younger brunette, the two girls decided to stick together, especially at night, when crime was at its worst. It was an instinct that she had - to protect, causing her to quit her current job, and find a smaller one, where it wouldn't make her seem suspicious; all for the sake of her shrouding their secret, and prevent further harm. It was really a few months, after they met, that they have been sticking to each other by-the-hip, like two friends adopting each other, like sisters. It was a small family, she and Charlotte; one that was formed, out of their own shared differences and similar interests. Even if she had to take Charlotte for a midnight swim, Jennifer was always there. Making her way up to the room that she and the other teen shared, only about a good few floors above ground level, she opened the door with her key. Jennifer smiled to herself the second she heard the sound of her brunette roommate. Things have been rather grim when she was on her own, before she met Charlotte. Of course, after having to find some common ground, there wasn't much for the Asian teen to rely on, other than the girl that she now shares an apartment with. Placing her key into the bowl that was next to the door, Jennifer spun the box on her finger and giggled. However, she immediately got serious once she mentioned about the state of things outside. "I haven't been jumped yet. But everything seems to have quieted down. At least, for now", Jenni said, having to hear the sound of April continue ringing through the room, as she helped prepare their plates. "...crimes without criminals? An invisible gang at work? Who are we going to call? Unfortunately, the police are the only ones available to combat what some are dubbing 'the silent crime wave'. But perhaps the most disturbing silence...is that coming from City Hall. April O'Neil, Channel Three Eyewitness News..."</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah...for now." Charlie echoed before opening the box and grabbing a couple of slices. She wished she was more combative like her roommate but she was just a little too passive to be violent. That wasn't to say she wouldn't fight back if cornered or provoked. She just didn't want to hurt anyone. She sighed softly before sitting back down on the couch. It was clear something was pestering her mind. "Jen? Do you think there's others out there, ya know, like us?" She asked her Asian roommate. It was definitely a question that buzzed around her lately and a good one at that. She wasn't sure what to think.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng With that report finished, Jennifer took the remote, and changed the channel, hoping to find something to brighten the gloomy feeling. "I can't be sure, Lottie. It can only be a coincidence that we have already been exposed to the ooze. For others, they could be on the other side of the city, if we know it. Or, living underneath it", she sighed, while continuing to flip through the channels. Letting her long dark hair down, Jenni took a bite of the pizza that was in the box. "You going swimming again?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah. And don't call me Lotte. You sound like my aunt." Charlie replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She hated the nickname but she was stuck with it thanks to her name. "Don't wait up for me." She said before leaving. She manoeuvred her way through the streets of New York towards the water, being careful that she wouldn't be seen. Once on a bridge that wasn't too occupied, she looked for the right point to jump into the water below. Upon finding it, she carefully climbed onto the railing, balancing herself as she looked down. To any passerby who noticed it looked like she was going to jump to end her life.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer chuckled at Charlotte's reply, shortly before she noticed her leave. Shaking her head, she took the plates, and washed them in the sink. Looking out the window, she noticed the reflection of her katana hanging on the wall. Meanwhile, a tall individual in a trench coat walked across the bridge before having to notice the girl standing on the very edge. He was silent upon his approach and, by the time he walked passed her, he pulled her by the back of her shirt, and back on solid ground, at a safe distance near the railing.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Ack!" Charlie yelped as she was pulled back, landing a little roughly on her butt. She looked around for who grabbed her before seeing someone in a trenchcoat walking off. "Hey, what gives, jerk?!" She shouted at him, not fully thinking of the consequences of her reaction. She was just upset some bozo stopped her from her swim. She growled softly before climbing back up onto the edge, not caring if he'd try to stop her again. She was jumping off this bridge for her swim, damnit!</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The individual in the trench coat turned around, once he heard the faint clink of the railing, and found standing on it again. Was she out of her mind? It was a long way down, and he didn't know whether or not the water was shallow. It made the person groan. What was up with these humans?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie heard the person groan but she didn't care as she edged forward on the edge, getting ready to take her bracelet off once she jumped. But something nagged at her as she felt the eyes staring at her. "What's your deal?!" She finally snapped at the guy, turning to face him. She didn't move from her spot on the ledge. "This isn't what it looks like, so just go away!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The individual in the trench coat just stood there, continuing to look at her in silence. A car drove by, and the light managed to briefly put a shine on the stranger. It only made a shadow, like a silhouette in front of car headlights. There was even a brief instance where his eyes appeared. Even when she was yelling at him, he didn't move, only shaking his head in silence, and turning away.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Weirdo." She muttered before turning back to look at the waters below. She had done this before and knew it was just the right spot to jump. Not too shallow but deep enough for a dive. She leaped off, taking her bracelet off at the same time. Unfortunately, she let go of her bracelet as she launched herself, causing it to softly clatter on the sidewalk of the bridge. Soon as the jewelry was off, her legs fused together into an orange fish tail that faded into sunset colors. She landed with a slash, quickly swimming off a ways should someone see her. She smiled, finally feeling free as she swam around.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time he saw her lean forward, his instinct told him to grab her again; to catch her. However, the look in her eyes told him to stay out of it. Aside from his brother to tell him what to do, something inside him told him to comply with what she said. Seeing her fall, and hearing the splash, he immediately ran to the railing, nearly stepping on the bracelet on the ground. Picking up the trinket, he didn't know what to make of it. Should he wait? Instead, he listened to his head, and silently placed her bracelet at the side of the river, where the path was, if she ever wanted to get out. Walking away, he left, disappearing in the shadows. He wasn't aware of her change.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie swam around, laughing at her freedom as she chased after some fish. Even in the dark she could see clearly as if it was day. She slightly wished she could share it with someone like her. She shook the thought away before jumping out of the water akin to a dolphin, letting out a happy yell. It was close to midnight when she hauled herself onto land, blinking in surprise upon finding her bracelet there. She then realized she had left it behind when she jumped, but wondered who left it for her. She shrugged before putting it back on, changing back into a human before heading home.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte managed to make it back home, Jenni was sitting upon the fire escape, right outside the window, trying to think. Although she could have also been meditating. The Asian teen smelled the air, and listened to the noise. Her katana sat nearby her figure. She heard the apartment door open, and turned to see her roommate walking through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You will not believe the night I've had." Charlie said before telling her about Trenchcoat Guy and how he stopped her from jumping the first time. "No one's stopped me before, so what gives?" She asked before heading to her room to change into dry clothes.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer listened to Charlie's story about the stranger that tried to break her fall. Weirdly enough, this individual saw her take the jump. The teen wondered if she should have went with her. But then, she wondered if she had to, especially every time they go out. This person could have seen Charlotte transform. Whilst it was quiet for some time, a great yell sounded. "DAMN!"</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte managed to make it back home, Jenni was sitting upon the fire escape, right outside the window, trying to think. Although she could have also been meditating. The Asian teen smelled the air, and listened to the noise. Her katana sat nearby her figure. She heard the apartment door open, and turned to see her roommate walking through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You will not believe the night I've had." Charlie said before telling her about Trenchcoat Guy and how he stopped her from jumping the first time. "No one's stopped me before, so what gives?" She asked before heading to her room to change into dry clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer listened to Charlie's story about the stranger that tried to break her fall. Weirdly enough, this individual saw her take the jump. The teen wondered if she should have went with her. But then, she wondered if she had to, especially every time they go out. This person could have seen Charlotte transform. Whilst it was quiet for some time, a great yell sounded. "DAMN!"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie flinched at the yell, brown eyes widened in fright. "What the hell was that?" She asked before looking outside the window in some hope she'd see who had shouted. She drew back in, shrugging in confusion. "Nothing." She stated as she looked at Jen.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng There was a certainty that at least half of the city heard of the very angry yell that sounded. Someone would have quickly assumed that it was someone on a drunken rage. But then, it was New York, where something new and odd would come up every day and night. The next day, Jennifer crashed on the couch, after a long night, causing her to drastically over sleep that morning. However, she managed to be up to see the television on, with the interview of April O'Neil interviewing the chief of police. Would she be able to get it through his thick skull that something was wrong with the economy?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "He's sooo not happy with her. You can see it in his eyes. Body language too." Charlie said as she ate her breakfast. She had gotten up early despite her midnight swim which was oddly normal for her. Well, since her change that is. "Honestly, I'd vote for her a mayor or something like that." She said before eating a spoonful of cereal. "She'd clean up this town." She added.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "...what that means, Miss O'Neil, is everything is well in hand" "What do you know about an organization, known as The Foot Clan?" "There is no evidence to link such a name to these incidents" Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head, growing annoyed at the interview, as well as the stubbornness of the police chief. Giving a yawn, the Asian girl walked to the fridge to grab a jug of orange juice, and poured herself a glass. "Are you denying an organization, known as 'The Foot' exists?" "I'm not denying anything. You're putting words into my mouth..." "How do you feel about going out for a walk?", she asked Charlotte. "Find any trace of this organization, and take it to the police? Maybe then, he'll feel more convinced and pressured to actually do something, instead of sitting down".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Sounds good to me. These guys aren't going to help, we might as well." Charlie replied as she got up to take care of her dishes. She then got to thinking about the guy who stopped her last night and if he was part of it. No, he couldn't be. He wouldn't have left her bracelet behind if he was with them. She sighed softly before glancing at her roommate. "Do you think we'll ever have a normal life being what we are?" She asked</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer was unaware of the very thoughts that were running through Charlotte's mind. However, even if she didn't know that she was, the black-haired girl had her thoughts on what her friend had informed to her. Drinking her orange juice, she wondered if they could approach Miss O'Neil on the issue, and give her a leverage on getting the police chief to understand the impending situation. Maybe they could get favored, in order to pay their rent. "Maybe we can get that hope back for the city, if we solve the mystery behind this 'Foot Clan'. I vote April for mayor, afterwards", Jennifer smiled, before proceeding to fix her hair, and washing out her glass. "I can't be too sure. We could, but only if we don't expose ourselves too much", they were going to walk out in broad daylight, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Fair point." Charlie sighed softly before looking at her. "Well, I'm ready to go if you are." She said before heading towards door. Once outside she stayed close to Jen, not wanting to get lost nor have her bracelet accidentally taken off when walking past people. "You'd think they'd be more alert when walking around with a threat on the streets."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng After taking the time to change into fresh clothes, Jennifer took lead out into the streets. All the time, she felt herself being the bodyguard in these situations, especially since the circumstances of Charlotte's mutation was more delicate than her own. Her comment made her look around at the people walking passed and around them. "It's like the security of this place just decreases more after each passing day", she agreed, shortly before catching sight of April O'Neil walking out of City Hall. "It's April. Come on", the Asian said, having to follow the woman, hoping to catch her in the train station that she was just entering. At the same time, they were unaware of being followed themselves.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie nodded in agreement as she followed her friend, her instincts on high alert. She couldn't figure out why, perhaps because of her mutation that wasn't as easy to conceal as Jen's. She looked up upon hearing Jen spot April, running after her. She just hoped they could get her before she got onto a train herself. "It's too quiet." She noticed as they descended the stairs into the underground world below. She didn't like it at all, her fight or flight response kicking into high gear.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng April was able to get down the stairs, but by the time she was able to enter the station, the train had already left. "Oh, great! Just great", she groaned. Can the day get any worse from there? First, she can't seem to convince anybody about what's really happening around the city; the next, she misses her train home. Jennifer ran down the stairs as fast as she could, hoping to God that Miss O'Neil didn't disappear. Thankfully, she didn't, since she seemed to be the only one in the station, by the time she and Charlie descended the stairs. "April! Miss O'Neil?", Jennifer called to her, panting by the time they were able to reach the woman. "Hi? Can I help you?", she asked the girls. "We've seen your news report. All of them, in fact, and we believe you. There's something wrong in this city, and we figured we could help you convince the chief", the Asian teen explained, by the time, she composed herself. "We can get proof, that this Foot Clan exists". "How can you do that?", April asked, crossing her arms, although on the inside, she was curious. "Research, videos, photographs. Anything to show that there is a criminal organization in the works; that there is something shady residing here", Jennifer continued, giving the best she could offer. The woman seemed to be deep in thought. Here were two teenaged strangers, miraculously showing up out of the blue, saying that they believe her. How can she be sure that they don't work for the enemy? Then, there was a sudden presence nearby -- a group of individuals in black jumpsuits. "We've been waiting for you, Miss O'Neil", the leader said. "Your mouth may yet bring you much trouble yet I deliver a message", he slapped the woman's face, who let out a pained grunt. "Shut it", Jennifer sheathed her blade, and stood in between the men and April.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Hey! Uncalled for!" Charlie exclaimed, getting between them and April as she raised her fists. A snarl appeared on her lips as she glared at the men. The odds were against them as they were greatly outnumbered. She glanced at April as she pulled out a sai. "Know how to use that thing?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng With the strange object she had managed to pick up last night, April hoped that using such a thing would be able to give her some leverage in situations like this. But, before she could do anything, it was kicked out of her hand, and clattered to the ground nearby. Jennifer took a deep breath, and sheathed her sword back into her waist, until she launched a high kick, which apparently caught them off guard, as one of their own fell onto the asphalt. "Make your move. I dare you", the Asian teen warned, as the men looked at each other, with April herself looking surprised. As if on cue, another group appeared behind the three females. April gasped at the extra numbers of these strange individuals, shortly she was hit, knocked unconscious. Jennifer didn't know what to expect now, as they were drastically outnumbered by at least ten or fifteen of these individuals. She dealt with lesser groups; no more than five. It was now a stand off for the two teens, until a yell from the far side of the station sounded. Wherever it came from, the source was fast, launching into the fray. Jennifer didn't know how to react -- it was an individual in a trench coat -- a green individual, wielding two sais, and wearing a mask - a red one. He knocked at least three members at once, before three more. The Asian teen didn't question it; he seemed to be defending, and that meant he was at least on their side. Wasting no time, she took hold of the nearest to her, and flipped them over. It was chaotic; movements going so fast, a non-practitioner wouldn't noticed who was performing them.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "April!" Charlie exclaimed as she was knocked out before punching the one who harmed April. She quickly punched and kicked at the enemies, blinking in surprise at the trench coated person who appeared; the same one from last night. What were they doing here? It didn't matter, they were at least helping. "Ahh!" She exclaimed as one of the ninjas grabbed her arm and flipped her, her bracelet coming off in the process. She landed on the ground with a plop, her tail smacking the floor loudly. She was defenseless. "Jen!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Managing to strike a punch to one of her assailants, Jennifer kicked the bracelet that was on the ground, towards Charlotte, hoping that by the time she transforms, she could get Miss O'Neil out of this mess. By the time the stranger managed to knock down the last one (unaware of Charlie's transformation yet again), he quickly put his sais away, and lifted the unconscious April, bridal-style, by the time a train passed through. "This way!", he told them, having to jump into the tunnel, and walk quickly besides the train tracks. Taking Charlie's hand, Jennifer wasted no time in following the stranger. If he knew a place where they would be safe from whoever attacked them, and possibly found out their intentions of exposing them, then the girls had to lay low. They weren't safe anymore.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie quickly put her bracelet on, getting up as her legs returned. She hoped that he didn't see anything, but when he walked off with April it was clear he didn't. That or he didn't care. She looked at Jen as they followed him down the tunnel, a little unsure about all of this. Maybe she was just paranoid. She blinked in surprise as he lead them to an open area that appeared to be his home under the city. Pizza boxes laid in a few places, a pinball machine, a couch with pillows, what looked like a dinning room not too far off. It was modest but homey. "Hey, Leo! Raph's back!" A male voice called out, causing Charlie to flinch.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Did they really have a choice in sticking around? Could they even trust this individual with an unconscious April O'Neil? They had to at least make sure that she was going to be alright, since, one: They defended her, and two: Why put her life at risk, and leave her to her fate, if they didn't know who, or what, saved them? Charlotte wasn't the only one in complete surprise that there was a shelter down here; a rather roomy one, at that. Did he live here? Was anyone else here? The call that echoed from the very sanctuary confirmed that he wasn't alone. Going a little further in, albeit cautiously, they came to see three other individuals, who fell under the same classification as the one who rescued them. The one called "Raph" laid April down on the couch, before removing his trench coat, and hanging up his hat. The other three approached out of caution yet curiosity. At the same time, they looked at the two females, who followed behind their brother. "Who are they?", another male voice said. It came from the one wearing a purple mask. "That's the news lady!", he said, pointing out of surprise towards the unconscious woman. "They got jumped in the subway. I had to bring them here", Raph explained.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer stared in surprise at what she was seeing. They were turtles? Well, of course, they were; it only took her a few seconds of blinking to realize it. She even looked at Raph and blinked, as well. This was the same individual she saw that night? Was he following them? Watching? "I thought she was gonna hurt herself", he said to the blue one; his Brooklyn accent thick in his voice. "It's not like I'd put myself in high-exposure. I was just trying to...", he stopped talking, having to feel somewhat embarrassed, and sighed in frustration. "What is going on in here?", a hushed yet soft voice said, and Jennifer looked over to see a brown rat. "I had no choice, Master. They got jumped by those guys, and I had to", he tried to explain himself in the presence of his father. 'Master?', Jennifer thought, before coming further into the room, and sitting down on the ground, watching these individuals. "Bring water, cold washcloth, pillow", he instructed to them, resulting them to not be hesitate on doing what he said. Just who were these people?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I wasn't going to hurt myself. I was just..." Charlie said before trailing off with a sigh. She looked at Jen before figuring it would be alright to show them. Who were they going to tell anyway? Being humanoid turtles they couldn't really go outside without a disguise. She took a deep breath before sitting down then removing her bracelet, her legs turning back into a tail. "I was going for a swim." She said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer was unsure, at first, when her friend decided to reveal her mutation. But, at the same time, she was impressed by how brave she was, in showing such a thing. Normally, they would keep their differences to themselves, and show such a thing to a person, no matter who they were. But then, instead of expressing shock and disgust, the four turtles and the bipedal rat were silent, and remained remarkably calm, as if it wasn't new to them, although Raph did seem rather entranced by the colors. "Hmm", the rodent hummed. "Take heart, child", he said softly. "You will not find judgement here". The Asian was surprised by how wise and kind this individual was. It was like a father reassuring his child, reminding her too much of her own family. Taking a deep breath, Jennifer spoke again. "They called you 'Master'. What does that mean?", she asked. "It means, that I am the light in shadow; a guide to the lost; a forgiver, and an opener to all things -- Splinter", he responded, as patient as he said this, Jennifer somehow felt herself at ease. Turning to look at the unconscious woman, 'Splinter' placed a gentle hand on her face, which caused April to stir. However, instead of remaining calm, like her rescuers, she completely wigged out. "Oh my god! I'm dreaming; I must be dreaming! Okay, okay, those guys in the black pajamas, they jumped me. Two girls were with me, and that rat...I saw you in the parking lot; that explains you! And you guys, um, I have no idea where you came from!", clearly, she was hysterical. "If you will please just sit down and calm yourself, I will tell you where we came from, Miss O'Neil", it was just occurred to Jennifer that she wanted to know how they came to be.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie blinked in surprise as they didn't freak out nor call her any names. It was a first for her, especially having to keep it a secret for so long. She gave Splinter a little smile before deciding it would be polite to introduce herself and Jen. "I'm Charlie, this is my friend, Jennifer." She said before looking over as April awoke. Upon hearing her scream, she quickly put her bracelet back on, not wanting to startle her anymore than she already was. She hid a snicker as April asked herself why she never dreamed of Harrison Ford.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng As Charlie introduced themselves, Jen gave a nod in greeting, although remained close to her friend. "For fifteen years now, we have lived here, below. Before that time, I was a pet of my master Yoshi, mimicking his movements from my cage, and learning the secret art of ninja", Jennifer listened attentively, as he began to explain their upbringing. "When we were forced to come to New York, I found myself for the first time without a home, wandering the sewers, scavenging for whatever I could find. And then, one day, I came upon a shattered glass jar, and four baby turtles...." "That was us!", the orange-bandannaed turtle interrupted. "Shut up", the others told him, hushing him, making Jennifer give a chuckle. "The little ones were crawling into a strange glowing ooze from a broken canister nearby. I gathered them up in an old coffee can, and when I awoke the next morning, I received a shock, for they had doubled in size. I, too, was growing, particularly in intellect, and I was amazed at how intelligent they seemed. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next -- one of them spoke. From then, more words followed, and I began their training, teaching them all that I had learned from my master". Jennifer was amazed at the possibilities, beginning to wonder if this was fate; that they would come across others, who've also been exposed to the strange substance that transformed her and Charlotte. "And soon, I gave them all names: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and...Raphael". He glanced at each turtle, as he pointed out their names. Jennifer looked at them all, and the realization dawned on her. "We're not alone, after all, Charlie".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We came across the same ooze as well. We're different like you." She said, a little smile on her face. "We thought we were the only ones. This changes everything." She glanced over at Raphael, nervously scratching the back of her neck. "I uh...I'm sorry I called you a jerk. I was just upset and surprised someone was stopping me from jumping. It never happened before."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Wait, if you are half-fish, then what are you?", the purple one called 'Donatello' pointed at Jennifer. The Asian sat up, from where she was, next to Charlie. "Perhaps it's best to show you", she said, with a smile, shortly before she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her face started to change, scales appearing around her eyes, which changed into a yellow reptilian color. "Whoa!", the orange one called Michelangelo exclaimed. "I got it! You're half-reptile", Donatello finalized, the second Jen's eyes went back to normal, who smiled with a nod. Raphael was picking his teeth with one of his said, leaning back on the couch, before he heard the voice of the girl nearby. "Yeah, that's alright. I've been called worse", he shrugged.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Hang on, if you guys are ninjas, what about the guys who jumped April? The black pajama ones as she called them." Charlie asked. "Obviously, they're bad guys, but they have to have a leader, right? Someone pulling the strings. A puppeteer."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Every clan has a master. For that, they have to have a leader", Jennifer thought aloud, shortly before she looked at April, then back at Charlie, realizing something. "You know what I think? I think that the guys, who attacked us, were 'the Foot'", the others looked at her. "Think about it: April makes continuous reports about their work, they come out of hiding, and they attempted to shut her up", the Asian explained. "Don't forget that we were there, Charlie. They probably heard us negotiating with Miss O'Neil, attempting to expose them. We are very much a threat to them now". "You can totally lay out here with us. No one knows where we live", Michelangelo suggested with a giggle. "I think you're cool".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "He's right. If we stay down here, they can't find us. If we go back home we could be tracked down and interrogated. Maybe even asked to tell where April is." Charlie said. She blushed a little as Mikey admitted he thought they were cool. "You're pretty cool too, dude." She smiled. She glanced around the place, thinking of how it could be home. It definitely needed a woman's touch here and there. She was even sure that she'd be able to get to the river to swim.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "These guys just got their butts kicked. By us. A normal clan would act on the orders of their leader. I believe that order was to silent Miss O'Neil. We just got in the way of their plan. They won't follow, unless there were orders for them to do so", Jennifer continued her train of thought. "Do you think they'll try again?", the one called Leonardo asked, making the Asian turn back to him. "Possibly. They're more likely to act, after they get permission from the one in charge. They don't know what they're dealing with, so they'll be sitting on it for a while, until they attack again". Donatello scratched his head, thinking through the ramble of words that Jen just said. "So, that means, as of right now, we're safe, but not for long?", Jennifer nodded. "Exactly", she answered, before looking at April, and asking. "Want us to help you get home?", April looked at them, all around her. "I'm not dreaming, am I?", she asked, slowly. "No, I'm afraid not", Splinter confirmed.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "This is reality, especially for us." Charlie replied, looking away sadly. "It's not easy for me to hide if I don't have my bracelet. I'm basically useless without it." She said softly. She did feel useless; she couldn't really fight much having no training like them or Jennifer.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "No prob!", Mikey piped up, having to stand up from where he sat. "You won't be useless, when you have us", he said, with that childlike smile. "We can teach you...the basics", Leonardo proposed, having to be sitting near them with his legs crossed. Hearing this, Jennifer realized that she had left Charlie behind her the whole time, with no method of defending herself. It made her sadly look down.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You mean it?!" Charlie exclaimed, beaming widely. Upon seeing her friend's expression droop, she placed a hand on hers. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked her, a little worried. She'd never seen her like this before.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "If this clan plans to strike, I believe some learning from my sons will better prepare you, mentally and physically", Splinter added, having to keep his usually patient self, as he has already warm and sympathizing with the newcomers. Jennifer felt the hand of her dearest friend, who was like a sister, and glanced up at the other female. "It just occurred to me, Charlie, that I've been keeping you behind me, ever since we've met. If only I had begun to teach you, all those months, you wouldn't have to feel this way", she confessed, feeling quite guilty.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Jen..." Charlie said softly before hugging her. "It's not your fault. With everything going on, how could you find time to teach me? We've been through a lot, so don't blame yourself. I know I don't." She said with a smile.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer looked at her, having to smile sadly, shortly before reciprocating the hug that Charlie was willing to give her. The Asian teen didn't have any siblings growing up, having to be an only child, adopted into a household that practiced different traditions from her birth kin; a Chinese child, taken in and educated by a Japanese family. Really to keep them protected, Jennifer isolated herself from them; to prevent panic and concern for their daughter. At this point, they probably think she was dead. Raphael silently watched the interaction between the two teenaged girls. Jennifer's hug was firm; one that told Charlie that she was in safe hands. "With them, I'll teach you, if you let me".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Of course, Jen. You'll be the best teacher with 'em." Charlie said with a giant grin. She looked over at Raph once letting go of the hug. "When can we start?" She asked</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Sometime later, the three females were being led throughout the underground by the four brothers, who had to rely on smell and memory to figure out where April's apartment would be, at the surface. "Are you guys sure you know where you're going?", April asked them, as she and the two girls followed them across sewage water. "11th and Bleecker? Nope. This is only 9th street. Get it?", Michelangelo piped, after smelling the air. "Yuck", April flinched, making Jennifer shake her head with a chuckle. "To save your conscience, Miss O'Neil, you don't want to know", she said, before giving Charlie a hand to cross a river of water.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Right after helping April up through the manhole, Jennifer let Charlie exit next, before she followed, with the help of their new "gifted" allies. "Apparently, when you said that magical word, every New Yorker would react", Jennifer pointed out to April, with a smile, just as the guys reacted positively at the woman's offer. "So, you live in an antique store?", Mikey asked, just as his brothers were still climbing out from under the road. "Above actually", she affirmed. Jennifer looked at the building, having to find some things inside that would entice wonder and curiosity. "You work here too?", she asked, while looking through the window. "In my free time, yes", Miss O'Neil led them to the entrance of the store, gesturing to take careful and quiet steps into the building. "So, what do you guys like on your pizza?", she asked. "Just the regular stuff. Flies, stink bugs...it was a joke", Mikey chuckled sheepishly, after the human woman gave him a face.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I bet there's a lot of cool things in there." Charlie said as they headed over before hearing what Mikey liked on their pizza. "Gross!" She exclaimed with a laugh, knowing he was joking. After a while, they were all laughing as Mikey did his voice impersonations. Charlie had to admit he was pretty good at them. "Uh, maybe I'll fight Apollo, maybe I won't. ADRIAN!" Mikey said, impersonating Sylvester Stallone.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng They were all indeed laughing at the efforts of Michalangelo's ability to bring comedy into the evening. Jennifer remembered the 'Rocky' movies all too well, and the humor that Mikey brought onto Sylvester Stallone's line added character behind the impression. Here she was, laughing with Charlie, April, and the four brothers. It was as if the family was getting bigger, after only a few hours of chatter. "Hey, I got another one! This is totally cool!" Raphael wasn't paying a lot of attention to the gathering, as he was gazing into the fish tank nearby, gliding his fingers along the watery surface. "Oh, no, not Cagney", he muttered, before shaking his head, and finally stepping away from the tank. "You dirty rat. You killed my brother. You dirty rat. Woo-hoo!", Mikey laughed. "That must be Splinter's favorite", April laughed, only having to receive a look from the four turtles. Jennifer cleared her throat, and April dropped her grin. "It was a joke", she quickly added, correcting herself. Thankfully, instead of contempt, they only laughed.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie laughed with the others, impressed with Mikey's impressions. He was pretty good at them and clearly the goofball of the brothers. She smiled, finally feeling like part of a family again. She blinked as April spoke, a little surprised and confused by it. It wasn't until she said it was a joke that she laughed again with the brothers. She noticed Raph was standing off a little ways before walking over to him. "Hey."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer continued to laugh at the fun that these four individuals were able to bring into her and Charlie's seemingly-boring yet private lives. It was like coming home to family, after all this time. They finally found solace just from this one encounter, and the Asian never felt so open about her insecurities, regarding her mutation. It made her realize that they were a "special" yet "gifted" bunch. Raphael was standing by one of the big windows, looking out over the city lights, before hearing a female voice. "Huh?", he said, out of surprise but relaxed, seeing it was only Charlie. "Oh, hey".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Beautiful view, huh? You probably don't get to see it much in daylight." Charlie said with a little grin. "Maybe you'd be able to if you had a disguise or something like that. The sunrise and sunsets are beautiful."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael crossed his arms, as he listened to Charlie point out the beauty of the city. If he only could walk out more during the day, he could get by unseen. But you know, it seemed that only nighttime was his only ally to bring him cover for his disguise. He didn't say anything, but rather gave a grunt, as he nodded in agreement to her statement. "I would, but, you know, the humans seem smarter during the day. The light doesn't exactly work in our favor for cover", he said, having to continue looking at the cars going by, and the people walking. Taking a sai from his waist, he tapped the metal with his finger, before skillfully twirling it in his hand, carefully evading his fingers on handling such a weapon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I know what you mean. I had to start swimming at night because someone saw me in daylight. Thankfully it was written off as a hoax and they never found me." She said before sighing softly. "Humans are so quick to turn on what they don't understand." She looked over at Raph as he started twirling his sai, watching his movements that must have taken years to perfect.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng It was an awkward silence between the two of them, even as he was twirling the sai in his hand. Raphael was looking between the weapon, and back to the window. It took him a few seconds, before he started to speak again. "So, what's the deal with the...fish thing?", he asked, not exactly looking at her, but rather at the corner of his eye.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped a little as he spoke, the words breaking the silence between them. She sighed softly before fiddling with her bracelet but didn't take it off. "I helped my dad out with marine animals, he's a marine biologist who works not too far from here near the water. I was closing up the place by myself when I slipped, falling into this strange glowing green ooze." "My lower half was covered in it, along with my right hand and bracelet. When I tried getting up, I slipped again, falling into the tank with some fish. My bracelet must have caught on something because I didn't have it on after I fell. I...I don't know how to describe what happened next. I don't fully recall myself. All I remember is I had a fish tail. It only appears when I take off my bracelet."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael stopped twirling his weapon of choice, and grunted, shaking his head. Not really in response to what Charlie, but it was a confirmation to his own thoughts. There were individuals besides them that were different -- unique and gifted -- after all. There were outcasts, like them, living out in the city, this whole time. It felt strangely comforting, like a bunch of bricks have been lifted from his troubled shoulders. "Do you mind if me and Charlie stayed the night, in case those guys come looking for you?", Jennifer asked April, who gave the question some thought, before giving the Asian teen a tender smile. "'Course you can. It would be safer for the both of you". "And, speaking of which, we better get going", Raphael heard his older brother say, before he could say anything to the girl. It was kind of disappointing, really. They just managed to find others that were like them. A part of him didn't want to leave, but Splinter would be wondering what was taking them. "Will we ever see you guys again?", Jennifer asked. "That depends on how fast April stocks her pizza", the answer made her chuckle. Raphael departed last, albeit reluctantly, having to give a small wave back to the females, before making their disappearance.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie glanced at him, taking in his silent brooding composure. So he was the silent type, not so much a guy of words but rather actions. Something she admired about him. Sure, the others were interesting too, but something about him drew her to him. Perhaps...Perhaps because they both didn't fit into the world. No one understood them really. She looked over as Jennifer asked if they could stay the night before the brothers took their leave. She chuckled at their response of seeing them again, smiling at Raph before he left, waving back. She let out a little sigh, feeling sad they had to go.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer sighed, once April closed the door to her apartment. What a day. First, they get jumped by a strange group of men; the next, they meet others that were kind of like them; others that actually shared similar feelings with them. It was a shame they had to leave now, since they were just getting to know them. It was a shame, really. The woman went back to go get blankets and pillows from the other room, shortly before walking back to the sofa to pull out the futon. Jennifer took some time to help put the blankets in place, before putting the pillows down. It wasn't long until there was a knock on the door again. Confused, April walked back to the door, and found the turtles back again, but this time, seemingly distraught. "What's wrong?" "Splinter..."</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie helped Jennifer set up the futon before making herself a place to sleep before hearing the door. She froze, unsure of who was behind it. Friend or foe? Upon seeing the turtles, she thought it was fast they returned before hearing something that made her heart sink. She could see the sorrow in their eyes, the hint of anger within Raph's. She carefully walked over to him. "Hey...if you want to talk or need a shoulder to cry on...I'm here. Okay?" She said softly, not wanting to push him especially during this tough time.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer didn't expect them to come back, even when they just left. What they said too made her heart sink. Was Splinter dead? Missing? From their reactions, it was that of lost children separated from their parent. She couldn't exactly relate, but she knew the feeling of losing someone dear. The instinct to comfort was strong. "I'll get some more pillows and blankets. Where do you keep them, Miss O'Neil?", she asked, with April pointing her to where they were. Raphael shook his head, having to try on keeping his own anger under wraps, even when he heard Charlie's offer. Giving a frustrated sigh, he relented and looked at her, albeit hesitantly. "Thanks guys", Mikey yawned, before the brothers allowed themselves to settle in on the floor, since the girls were able to take the futon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We'll find him. He has to be out there somewhere." Charlie assured him even though she wasn't sure if Splinter was still alive. They had to have hope he was. It was obvious how close he was to the turtles, especially being their father figure. She gave him a little encouraging smile before getting ready for bed. Around the middle of the night, she got up, being careful not to step on the turtles as she headed towards the bathroom. Just because she couldn't leave because of the Foot didn't mean she couldn't at least have a dip in the tub. She filled it up before getting in, thankful her clothes could go in the dryer in the morning as she took off her bracelet. She let out a little sigh, gently flicking her tail.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Around time that Charlie woke up, Raphael was still awake, having to listen to her footsteps go all the way into the bathroom. Having to hear running water, he wondered whether if she was taking a shower, or simply taking a moment. It was none of his business, but then, she was in there longer than she should, and so, the red-bandanaed turtle silently got up from his sleeping spot, and approached the door. As trained as he was, Raphael made his pursuit, unannounced. He didn't open the door, but rather knocked on it with the handle of his sai.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped up hearing the knock, her tail flicking water everywhere in her fright. "Crap." She muttered as she sat up before looking over at the door. She was completely defenseless if it was the Foot or someone else. Her bracelet was too far for her to reach at the moment. "Who is it?" She asked, worried who it could be.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie sighed softly in relief upon hearing Raph's voice. "Scared me half to death. Did you need something?" She asked him as she shifted in the tub, water sloshing a little. If he needed the bathroom, she didn't mind grabbing her bracelet and drying off.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped up hearing the knock, her tail flicking water everywhere in her fright. "Crap." She muttered as she sat up before looking over at the door. She was completely defenseless if it was the Foot or someone else. Her bracelet was too far for her to reach at the moment. "Who is it?" She asked, worried who it could be.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie sighed softly in relief upon hearing Raph's voice. "Scared me half to death. Did you need something?" She asked him as she shifted in the tub, water sloshing a little. If he needed the bathroom, she didn't mind grabbing her bracelet and drying off.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, a little surprised he was concerned about her. They'd only met hours ago after all. "I'm okay. Just...using the bathtub as a pool. I didn't want to risk being seen and bring those guys back here, ya know?" She replied, tail flicking lazily. "Are you okay? I understand if you don't want to talk about it." She said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael didn't say anything, even after he heard her speak, but rather continued looking at the floor, and twirled the sai in his hand, once more; a compulsive childhood habit, whenever his thoughts decided to race. Why was he feeling this way? What was this instinct? It was similar to how he would be protective over his family, but this...this was new. Hearing her question, the rebel didn't answer right away. Taking a deep breath, he answered back, just as soft. "It's fine. It's just...I'm not used to talking to those outside my own, ya know?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah. I know how that is. After my incident, it was Jen and I for the longest time until we found you guys. Even before that I was all alone. I didn't have anyone to relate to who knew how I felt. Then I met Jen and after a while we both found out about our differences. Then we met you guys. For you, all you had to talk to is your brothers and..." She said before trailing off, remembering Splinter was missing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him up. I know it's still a sensitive topic for you." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng He listened intently, when Charlie started explaining her side of the story, having to slowly raise his head on the spot. It was a similar one that Raphael could say as well, since he too felt alone in the world with his family, until they finally met someone that was experiencing the same things. It didn't even phase Raphael when she started to go down the line of sensitive information. "No, that's...", he trailed off, giving a sigh, as it was indeed hard to take in.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You guys must really miss him." Charlie said softly. "I know I miss my dad. It was hard for me to leave him so he wouldn't find out." She sighed softly, letting silence hang between them for a while. "He's out there somewhere, Raph. We'll find him."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By this point, Raphael stood silent in front of the bathroom door, just listening to Charlie's voice from the other side. Her soft, reassuring words were that of a small bell; it sounded that of a promise. That they will be able to find him, and the rebellious turtle can only hope. "...thanks...", he finally said. "...Charlie", he added.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A small smile appeared on her lips upon hearing him thank her, knowing her words of hope were probably all he had now. "You're welcome." She said before sighing softly. "I might as well get out before April wakes up and finds me here."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Giving a sigh, Raphael gave a grunt, as a way to agree with her. The anti-social type he was, the rebellious turtle didn't give much of an acknowledgment with words. So, the best way, nowadays for him, was to display his feelings and emotions with action -- and he did this by walking away from the door. If she noticed him missing, then he left her a sign by putting a slight creak into the floor upon his every footstep, so she could detect his departure, as he reluctantly went back to his sleeping spot. Unknown to him, Jennifer was awake, having to overhear their conversation, which made the Asian teen smile to herself. The next morning, it was another day of caution, and judging by how April found the four turles nearly taking up the entire front room on the floor, it wasn't going to be easy getting visitors, especially since the four brothers stayed the night, looking for solace and comfort. She couldn't blame them; they had nowhere else to go. Their light snores were enough to wake Jennifer up, by she noticed April walk into the room, giving the woman a shrug, and an apologetic smile. However, before their host could say anything, there was a knock on the door, awakening her guests. "Who is it?" "It's me, Charles", Jennifer silently cussed, before softly shaking Charlotte awake, who laid next to her on the futon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie replaced her bracelet, stepping out of the tub and letting the water drain as she changed into dry pajamas. She had heard Raph leave when she got out, figuring he went back to bed. Again, she figured he wasn't much of a talker. Once dried off and in dry clothes, she went back to the futon and fell asleep. She moaned as she felt someone shaking her to wake her up. "What?" She mumbled, still wanting to sleep. She was always like this due to her late night swims.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Somebody's here", Jennifer told her softly. "It's my boss", April said, carefully stepping around the turtles, and approaching the door. "Can you guys...", right before she could even such a question, the four brothers disappeared on the spot, as if they were never there to begin with. Jennifer even had to blink, after looking away from Charlie to register how they got away unannounced. But then, both women had to remember that they were trained as ninjas -- mentally-noted. "...hide?", the woman pulled herself together, as she waited for the girls to put themselves in something decent, before opening the door. "Charles, what's up?", a man walked in, with a teenaged boy, who seemed to be tagging along with him. His son, perhaps? "April...listen. You have been working awful hard on this story lately. Why don't you take it easy for a while? Just let somebody else handle it".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "What?!" She exclaimed, not loud enough for whoever it was to hear. She sat up, looking over at the brothers in worry. They had to hide, but where? She blinked before realizing they were gone, vanished like smoke. Ninja skills. She reminded herself as she made herself decent before April opened the door. She listened to what he said rolling her eyes as he told her to let someone else take the job. "Is he kidding? She's onto this case more than the cops are." She whispered to Jen.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer silently groaned in annoyance, shaking her head, in confirmation to Charlie's statement. Why would they want her off the case? Because she's too pushy for the business? Or, because she knew too much that it causes pressure for the police? These thoughts were circling around in her head, as she listened in on the conversation, though at the same time, she pretended to mind her own business. April herself didn't seem all to pleased on what was being requested of her. "Charles, what are you talking about? It's my story; no way". "Look at you; you're exhausted!", the man insisted, following April into the bathroom, which caused Jennifer to frown, telling Charlie to stay put, before tailing the two adults from behind, just by a few feet. "Let somebody else help you cover City Hall". The teenage boy in the room seemed to be looking around, before catching sight of what seemed to be Mikey hiding under the table, in the reflection of one of the mirrors. Turning around, hoping to figure out whether it was a trick of the eye or not, the turtle disappeared on the spot, as if he had never been there. "What's with you today?", April asked her boss, wondering why he would tell her to lay back, while proceeding to wash her face. "Nothing's with me today. I just thought you might like a little help", Jennifer continued to listen in, still trying to decipher what was really going on behind this incessant yet unexpected meeting, shortly before peeking from behind the doorway. "Well, I don't. Hand me a towel, will you?", she gasped, having to see Donatello hiding behind the shower curtain, with Jennifer catching a glimpse of him in the mirror. Her heart sunk, as Charles approached that very spot! "Charles, no!", April rushed to stop him, but right as he moved the curtain, there was no Donatello. "What's wrong?" "I just don't want you to see my unsightly bathtub ring. Okay, just out, out, out, out, out", and just like that, she was pushing him out of her bathroom; Jennifer, making a quiet snicker, when she found the turtle clinging to the ceiling of the shower. "I have to get ready for work. Danny, would you tell your father to relax?" "I wish", so that was his name. Danny. "Just don't push any buttons today, okay?", and he was gone, along with "Danny".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie nodded in reply, glancing over at the boy who came with April's boss. Obviously his son, but something was off about him. She couldn't figure out what exactly, but she kept glancing at him now and then to make sure he wasn't any trouble. Seeing him quickly turn around, her heart sank. Did he see one? "Something wrong?" She asked him to which she got a glare in response. She rolled her eyes at him before hearing April shriek out at her boss. She had to have been stopping him from attacking one of the turtles. She sighed softly in relief upon hearing about the bathtub ring and telling him to get out. Once they were gone, she looked around for the brothers. "Guys?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "That was close!" As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding. "That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up. "It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan. "I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone. "We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway. Not that they had to, right?</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "That was close!" As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding. "That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up. "It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan. "I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone. "We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway. Not that they had to, right?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We can handle ourselves, April. We'll be okay." Charlie assured her with a smile. Of course they'd still be here, they had nowhere to go really, especially if the Foot was looking for them. She gave her a wave as she left before grabbing her things and heading to the bathroom to change. She sighed softly as she processed everything that happened within the last day. They had met four teenage brothers who were different like her and Jen, befriended them, they lost their mentor and father, and were now camping out here as a safe haven. She sighed softly, realizing how much had happened in so little time.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng April was almost reluctant to leave her new friends alone in the apartment, although she reassured herself that they won't be going anywhere to find trouble, especially since whoever kidnapped Splinter, may as well as be looking for them. So, everything should be fine, for the time being. She found herself rather thankful and lucky to have met these individuals, considering that the least Miss O'Neil could do, was give them a place to lay low. When Charlie left the bathroom, Raphael silently watched her, not saying anything, but let the wheels in his head turn, at their current situation. A few hours after the human woman left, the girls and the brothers hung out in the living room; the television going on in the background, as they tried to find ways to pass the time. Jennifer decided that this would be the perfect time to teach Charlie some basic physical combat. Revolving around that of self-defense, instead of straight-up educating her on something more complex, topics for beginners were the best place to start. After a meditation session with the eldest turtle, Charlotte can practice on her punches and kicks with Jennifer, causing Raphael to get distracted every once in a while. "This is beginning to sound less and less like your common, garden-variety subway mugging..." The brothers crowded around the television, with the exception of Raphael, who sat on the couch. "She's a good reporter", Leonardo pointed out. "She's a babe!", Mikey corrected him, causing Jennifer to chuckle nearby. "...known as the Foot" "I'm sorry, the 'Foot'?" "Yeah, I know it sounds like a funky club for podiatrists, but I've been speaking with a lot of Japanese-Americans for the past few days, who say that our recent crime wave is reminiscent of a secret band of ninja thieves, who once operated in Japan." Taking a break with Charlie, Jennifer went to get some water for herself and her "adopted sister", while listening. "Are the police looking into this?" "I've included everything in my statement, but I doubt very much that Chief Sterns is taking this possible connection seriously." Giving Charlotte her bit of refreshment, Jennifer stood on the spot, watching the television, after taking a gulp. "You still haven't told us how you got away from your attacker" "It's really quite incredible. Some citizens of New York actually came to my rescue. Who says everyone in the Big Apple looks the other way? Seriously, June, I would like to take this opportunity to thank them: Jennifer, Charlie....and if he's watching, thanks, Raphael".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie practiced with Jennifer on some self defense which she was thankful for, even with Leo and Donnie giving her some pointers and helping with her stances. She proved to be a good learner although not a one hundred percent great fighter. She was still learning after all. Her attention turned to the TV as April started speaking snorting at Mikey's comment about April. Boys. She gave Jen a little nod of thanks for the water before looking back as April mentioned being rescued, blinking a few times upon hearing her thank not only Jen and Raph but Charlie herself as well. Her attention was broken as Mikey pointed at Raph. "Look! I think he's blushing! I think he's actually turning red."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer and the brothers were patient with Charlie, as she was just learning the ways of combat. Mistakes and mishaps were common, as the turtles themselves weren't masters as of yet, in spite of one claiming otherwise; they were still students under the guidance of a mentor. All it took, was a bit of practice. Although in Jen's case, she was self-taught, rather than one taking instruction from a teacher. However, she was modest, and took this particular experiences as a way of taking pointers, in order to correct the things she initially thought were perfect. Everyone was learns something new, everyday. That last comment apparently pushed it for the red-bandannaed alpha-like turtle, as he threw his sai into the floor, near one of his brothers' legs, causing Jennifer to flinch. "...maybe not", Donatello took it back quick, until Raphael reached over to take his weapon back. "So what do we do now?!", he demanded, frustrated. "What do you mean, 'what do we do now?", Leo questioned, wondering what was getting his rebel of a brother so worked up. "Splinter's out there somewhere!", he was clearly upset, causing Jennifer to close her eyes, once that very topic was brought up. "I know Splinter's out there", the leader was being remarkably calm, in contrast to Raphael's aggression. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be rubbing off each other nicely, as soon as Donnie and Mikey decided to retreat into the kitchen. "What are we gonna do about it?!" "What can we do about it? April's our only link to these guys. We have to wait until she comes up with something". "Oh, so that's the plan from our 'great leader', huh?" "Guys...", Jennifer voiced from where she was, hoping that her words would calm them down, but it didn't seem to work. "...just sit here on our butts!" "I never said I was a great leader". "You sure act like it, sometimes!" "Yeah? Well, you act like a jerk, sometimes, you know that! And this attitude of yours isn't helping anything". "...guys!", she tried again. Emotions were being thrown around, and it was painful to watch, especially at a dangerous time. like this. The last thing they needed right now was for them to split up. Her words seemed to make them stop, but it didn't seem to stop Raphael. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll just take my attitude and leave!" "Why don't you?" "I will!" "Good!" "Great!" "Go ahead! We don't need you!" And the rebel turtle was out the door, causing Jennifer to sigh in sadness and disappointment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A little squeak escaped Charlie as the sai hit the floor, startled by the sudden movement. She noted that Raph apparently didn't like being teased, especially if he was in a bad mood. Speaking of, he was clearly upset when asking about the next course of action. Upon hearing Raph speak of Splinter, her heart sank a little. He still had hope in finding his father figure. She glanced at Leo, wondering how he could be so calm about all this. Surely he was just upset about Splinter's disappearance as Raph. "Fight?" "Fight." "Kitchen?" "Kitchen." Mikey and Donnie exchanged before leaving to get out of the verbal gunfire about to ensue. Charlie watched the two older brothers as she realized the younger two were right. Clearly Leo's calm demeanor wasn't going over well with Raph. "Leo!" She exclaimed as he called Raph on his attitude and a jerk. From her point of view, it was uncalled for. They were fighting, tearing a rift between their brotherly bond that wasn't repairing any time soon. She watched as Raph stormed off, Leo yelling they didn't need him. Something within her snapped as she glared daggers at Leo. "How could you say that to your own brother?! He's your family! The last thing you all need is losing him too!" She yelled at him. "You're supposed to be the leader...but all you're doing is pushing him away. Way to go, Leo." She said before leaving as well, trying to find Raph in hopes of helping him calm down and keep him safe.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte slammed the door, everyone was silent - Mikey and Donatello were left speechless, as they sat quietly in the kitchen. "Pork rind?" "Pork rind." Jennifer sighed sadly, before turning to the eldest turtle in the room. "Words can pierce your opponents like bullets; it can graze them yet harm them. Raphael is hurting, Leonardo; not to mention, heartbroken. I'm not saying you don't seem the same, but both of you are dealing with it differently. I can see that you are a calm, clear-headed individual, but that doesn't mean you can shut Raphael out, by not acknowledging for how he is feeling, and because of that, he feels that no one understands. Why do you think Charlie left?" The blue swordsman looked at her, having to be surprised to be given a wise lecture from one of their new friends. There was something about Jennifer that left quite an impression on the three brothers; an older sister, someone who can give the best advice possible. Her words circled around in his head, shortly before he looked at the floor, almost ashamed. The Asian girl walked towards him, and gently grasped his hand. They didn't say anything, but let her touch alone comfort him. Meanwhile, on the roof, Raphael was doing everything he can to let his anger go. He wasn't aware of being pursued by Charlie, who followed him.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie had heard the door to the roof close after she started to head downstairs, changing her direction to find the red bandanaed turtle in hopes of at least talking to him or finding another way to calm him down. She arrived in time to see him angrily punching and kicking the air. She figured he was letting off steam imagining he was fighting the Foot, or worse, Leo. "Raph? You okay?" She asked, letting him know she was there. She didn't want to anger him further if he eventually saw her, figuring letting him know would avert an accidental attack. "What Leo said back there...I'm sure he didn't mean it. Both of you are upset about this and said things you didn't mean to." She said.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Punches and kicks to the air seem to be the right way of releasing the anger he was harboring. Splinter's very absence was taking its toll, and the longer they sit around, the bigger the chances were that their master may be gone permanently. Doesn't Leo understand this? They can't stay stationary. Giving grunts and groans of frustration, Raphael sighed, shortly before he heard the voice of Charlotte, a short ways behind him. What was she doing here? Looking over the side of the building, and over at the streets below, he didn't answer her, but rather, gave a sniff; whether out of sadness or anger, the rebel shook his head, trying to force these troubled feelings to just disappear. Her words were launching towards him, and he didn't look at her. "He's out there; I know it", he said, seemingly ignoring what she was telling him.</s>

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<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis Skills: Oath sense --- Niah was used to a mild tingle somewhere right at the base of her head, just above where it met the spine. She scratched at it. Almost everyone had broken minor promises, she liked being around those who hadn't. There was no getting around it. As far as she was concerned they didn't even really count, but there she was with tingle reminding her they did. Fortunately, for her lies didn't. That could have hurt. She scratched at the back of her neck. It didn't help. She had finished her mid-day meal and was following a good portion of the crowd out of the mess hall. Mealtime was chaotic, and the buzz at the back of her head was near-constant during that time. In the mess hall she honestly couldn't tell who was pinging on her obnoxious radar, but in smaller groups and especially one-on-one, or god forbid she touched a person she knew exactly who had and hadn't broken an Oath. With a touch that usually conferred what the Oath had been. Sometimes in obnoxious detail when she didn't want to know, which was most of the time. Niah glanced to her left and saw Nancy stumble and almost fall. The Seer was even pulling out her deck of Tarot cards. That was probably a bad sign. Niah hurried to Nancy's side. First making sure she was okay. The tingle expressed itself, but Niah expected that around Nancy. They had been around each other often enough over the two years they had both been at camp. Second, she was there to make sure if Nancy had a full prophetic vision someone was there to witness it. A Seer didn't always remember their visions. What Nancy said made little sense to Niah, but at least she had the phrase. When it seemed Nancy was back to her senses she asked, "Are you alright?" Technically Nancy outranked Niah, but Niah could ask out of the kindness of her own heart. Niah had no idea what the cards Nancy had pulled meant, that was definitely not her area of expertise. "Do you need anything?" She tried to keep a neutral tone, not sounding like she was worried or thought Nancy was incapable, but there for her just in case. Something Niah would have done for nearly anyone else at camp, there were always exceptions. Like Donald, he could suck an egg.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, Outside of 3rd Cohort Barracks -> Via Principalis Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy would be able to get one more part of the vision, she'd be able to see Mount Rushmore in the distance before everything would return back to normal. There were a few legionnaires nearby who kept their distance just so that they wouldn't overwhelm Nancy at all, Madalyne turned her head slightly. She would notice a small gathering appearing further down the Via Principalis, she was curious what was going on, and turned and made her way down the road passing by the other legionnaires who were there. When she pushed her way through Madalyne looked down seeing Niah and Nancy there. She had known Nancy the longest since they were both trapped in the Lotus Hotel together for several years, she managed to get through the group of people. "Whats wrong Nancy?" Madalyne asked, and looked towards Niah and gave her a slight smile, as she offered a hand to help Nancy up to her feet. She had a feeling that it was some kind of vision that she saw, but Madalyne wasn't really sure what it was she actually had seen either. "Do you guys want to go somewhere less crowded?" She offered.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis Skills: Prophecy --- --- When Niah approached Nancy, asking if she needed anything, she hadn't quite come out of it yet. She gripped Niah's hand tightly, her knuckles white. "Mount Rushmore," she rasped. "You must go to Mount Rushmore." Her vision then cleared and her muscles slowly relaxed, as she came back to consciousness. The tarot cards were still on the ground, somehow grim despite their rich purple and gold designs. She hated her prophetic abilities, considering them more of a curse than a gift. Her memory of the vision was fuzzy at best, just flashes. Her head was pounding, like she had come down off of a sugar high. "...It happened again," she muttered to Madalyne and Niah weakly. She then looked down at the tarot cards, picking up the three carefully, before rising to her feet again. Her knees were covered in dirt, with bits of gravel sticking to her pants. "I need a coffee - let's go to New Rome," she told her friends, her voice hoarse. New Rome had a fantastic coffee shop that she loved to frequent and it would give her some space from the legion. She didn't want to face the praetors or anyone at the moment. She didn't want to deal with them pestering her with questions about what she had seen. Talking to Niah and Madalyne about it was different, though. She trusted Niah to keep a secret - and since she had come out of the trance grasping her hand, she knew this prophecy involved Niah. Madalyne was another demigod out of time, a survivor of the Lotus Hotel and Casino, and the only one who knew what happened to Nancy there. Those two deserved to hear all of this.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Camp Jupiter - Via Principalis -> New Roman Skills: N/A --- Niah's heart dropped and her throat went dry when Nancy said 'you must go to Mount Rushmore'. Niah didn't want to go on a quest. Especially to one on the complete other side of the united states. She took a deep breath holding Nancy's hand. There was little doubt in her mind that Nancy was talking about her personally since they were touching. Why did she have to come and help? She could have pretended she hadn't seen...no she couldn't have. That wasn't like her. Madalyne was there next to them. Niah nodded, thankful. She knew that Madalyne and Nancy had known each other from before camp. Niah made sure Nancy was steady on her feet before she let go of her hand. Though she did stand near her in case she stumbled again and was ready to try to catch Nancy. "I heard the whole thing I think." Nancy said. "I saw you fall and you hadn't fully pulled your cards out. But it seems like you remember. And it isn't like I have a clue what those cards mean. Yeah, we can go there." Niah walked beside Nancy, not daring to ask any questions yet. She'd let Nancy talk when she was ready. The crowd was busy because lunch had ended recently, but it wasn't too difficult to get through to New Rome and then to the coffee shop. It was a fantastic little shop. Niah ordered a chai, not wanting to get something with too much caffeine since it was afternoon now.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Camp Jupiter - New Roman Skills: N/A --- Niah had turned over her invisible sword. She wasn't one to carry weapons much, which was probably why her sword was invisible as long as it was on her back. Its weight was reassuring, and not having it made her a little nervous. Though, someone would have to be suicidal to start a fight in New Rome. "Thanks Mads." Niah said when Madalyne said she would get the drinks. She was thankful for the cup in her hands when Nancy confirmed what she had feared. She was the one who had to go to Mount Rushmore. Niah took a deep drink from it. And then asked, "You said 'dragon' as well. Uh, is that something I should be particularly concerned about." She had accepted she was going on the quest no matter how much she wanted to fight it. A prophecy was a prophecy. [color=0080ff]"Like is this dragon just being chill and holding the gem for me to show up? Or is it gonna be particularly angry that I want it back?]/color] She felt like she was babbling. "Sorry, I know you probably can't answer that...and it is probably not a nice dragon. Nothing is that easy is it?" She could dream. "Okay, important question. Do you know who I am to go with? Or can I choose?" She already knew she would choose the two of them if she could. Sometimes quests had special requirements though. She certainly didn't want to be surprised with 'oh you have to go with Donald'.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, Coffee Shop. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne ordered herself a hot chocolate, and then looked over towards Nancy and Niah. "What do you guys want?" She asked, as Madalyne leaned back in her seat. "So, we should maybe question one of the fauns around camp, maybe one of it's buddies knew the one who took it?" She said, as Madalyne rubbed the back of her neck slightly. "It's probably Smaug from The Hobbit or something, since he had a huge hoard of treasure in his mountain." Madalyne said jokingly, as she waited for their drinks to come over to them looking over at Niah who asked about whos to go on the quest. "Well, usually whoever is the one who got issued a quest gets to pick the two who goes with him or her." Madalyne said as she ran a hand through her hair slightly, she really did want to get out of the camp for a bit and go on a quest. It would actually be her first quest since being in Camp Jupiter as well. "Did you have anyone in mind anyway?" Madalyne asked Niah.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy sighed, wishing that she already had a few coffees to drown herself in. She couldn't blame Niah for asking for more information, but she had told her what she could - well, beyond the meaning of the tarot cards she had pulled. "I'd assume the worst with the dragon," Nancy said. "Not because I saw anything evil about it or anything it's just... Well, we're demigods. We're not supposed to catch breaks. Our lives are supposed to be filled with either being hunted or recovering from injuries." It was a bit of a bleak outlook, yet Nancy had found it to be true. With the exception of their time at Camp or in New Rome, the outside world was just an everlasting shit show. It was one monster encounter after another until you either got to safety or you died. "I didn't see anything about your companions, but Mads is right. You usually get two. Three's a sacred number. Three fates, three sons of Saturn, three forms of Trivia," she listed off. "But I mean, it'll be up to the Senate. They get to decide practically everything... You're a centurion, so there shouldn't be any problems with you leading the quest." Nancy frowned slightly. She didn't like all of the red tape in the quest process. "Maybe the auguries could tell you more... Could you get me a raspberry mocha with three extra shots?" she then asked Mads, turning her attention to a priority - coffee.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: New Rome - Coffee Shop Skills: N/A --- "Just a chai for me." Niah said when asked what she wanted. She tapped her foot and was trying to keep her thoughts organized. There were many at Camp she'd want to go with her. And they weren't wrong, she would need two others joining her. It was an obvious sort of thing that it should be Nancy and Mads, but she could understand if they didn't want to go. If she had the choice she wouldn't want to. "Not sugar coating are you, and I'm barely a Centurion. I think they promoted me for formality rather than actual ability to lead." Niah gave Nancy a wry grin. Not that she minded the honesty. She preferred that. Honesty was a good trait to have. There was something about lying, while not directly related to Oaths, that Niah hated. It was just a bit too close for comfort in her opinion. Even if she had no 'power over it' so to speak. She did, however, mind the rank. That had happened very reluctantly on her part. And she had not stopped hearing 'power should go to a reluctant ruler', which she normally wanted to counter with, 'yes but that person should actually be good at leading'. The last time she had said that though her counterpart in the second cohort and said smoothly that she was good a leading if she'd stop letting her own brain get in her way. "Would you two go with me?" She finally asked. "If the Senate would allow it, and I suppose if the Auguries don't disagree." Niah didn't see herself as much of a leader, but if she were with two others of equal rank it would make the quest a bit smoother. She could then take their advice with less side-eyes. This did not help that it would be Niah's first quest. What kind of leader was on their first quest after two years at camp? "We would be a well-balanced team I think. Magic badassery, general badassery and me."</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- "I think it would have to be something pretty extreme - like the gods started to fade - for them to shut down the coffee joint," Nancy admitted. She had only been at Camp Jupiter for a few years, yet from what she had heard, New Rome pretty much always carried on, no matter the threat. The city of demigods had survived so far, to its credit, so clearly they had a good way of running things. On the mention of Diana, though, Nancy couldn't help but smile. She loved the myths about her aunt. She was easily the coolest goddess in her opinion - not that she was daft enough to go around spouting off about it. She liked being alive and not killed by Venus or Minerva or Juno. She sighed slightly as the entered the augur's quarters. "Yeah. She's pretty grody. Alexandra's my sister and, well... She takes after my dad in some rotten ways." Alexandra hadn't been the augur of Camp Jupiter for a year, yet Nancy had already formed a strong opinion on her. She found the use of gutting stuffed animals to be incredibly weird - and childish. Her long blonde hair and exposed skin reminded her of Vegas - and Nancy hated being reminded of Vegas. She found her voice annoying, though at that point Nancy was really just looking for reasons not to like Alexandra. Had the augur been anyone else, she wouldn't have cared that they were asleep - but since it was her sister, she had to roll her eyes in annoyance. "Alexandra, wake up! Pantene is having a sale!" she shouted, shaking the augur.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- Niah looked around the Auguries, she hadn't ever really been in here before. She had never gone on a quest before. The strewn corpses of stuffed animals was a little offputting, but she was glad it was stuffed animals instead of actual animals. She did remember hearing that the previous augur had done the same thing so it didn't come cold. But why wasn't she cleaning up after herself? Or at worst a Probate running around behind her to clean it up once she was done doing whatever it is an agur does. Niah was glad she didn't have a sister here at camp. She had a sister, one she missed terribly. They had been the best of friends, so she couldn't quite imagine why Nancy was being mean to her own sister. Maybe it was different when you hadn't grown up together? She winced slightly as Nancy harrassed Alexandra awake and shifted a few steps away. She very carefully in her own mind wished to see her sister again but kept from making any promises. "Alexandra. I need your help. I need to go on a quest." She said trying to be assertive. "A gem was stolen from camp by a faun and now a dragon has it. The dragon is taking it to Mount Rushmore. It has to be me." She glanced at Nancy as she finished. "Please do your thing."</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched Nancy as she started to shake her half sister awake, which was kind of entertaining to see, though she did think it was a little bit overkill, but snorted slightly when Nancy yelled at her that Pantene was having a sale. Alexandra woke up after the shaking and quickly drew out her imperial gold dagger and pointed it at Nancy's neck after being startled awake and glared a little bit at her. "You could have not shook me to wake up?" Alexandra said in an annoyed tone in her voice, she then looked at Niah and sighed a little bit, before sheathing her dagger. "Get me a stuffed animal that isn't gutted then." Alexandra said, and Madalyne nodded slightly as she made her way towards a nearby shelf with stuffed animals that weren't gutted and grabbed a bunny before making her way back over towards her. "Will this work?" Madalyne finally asked. Alexandra snatched the stuffed animal from Madalyne and went over towards the altar taking out the knife again and started to gut the poor thing, and triggered a vision. She could see the faun that had stolen it, and two others who were with it, and then the dragon grabbing the one who had the gem and then mount rushmore as well seeing it flying into George Washington's eye which was probably where it was nesting. "Theres two other fauns that were with it, maybe more information from them. And it's inside of Washington's eye where your dragon is sleeping." Alexandra said looking at them. "Anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy stifled a very slight chuckle as Niah said do your thing. It struck her as a bit anti-climatic after everything else Niah had said, especially with the relatively professional and confident tone. Perhaps it was a little bit of her father's influence coloring her thoughts - he was the god of poetry, he had raised the Muses. It'd make sense for him to have a little bit of an opinion on prose. Of course, Nancy always figured she inherited two gifts from her dad - prophecy and music. She had a voice that could shatter glass. She couldn't hold back the snicker though as Alexandra aimed her dagger at her throat, mockingly raising her hands. "Would you rather I fetch a thing of water next time?" Nancy asked Alexandra innocently. She winced sympathetically for the poor stuffed bunny Madalyne had selected, as Alexandra ripped it open viciously on the altar. Once again, Nancy couldn't help but feel that her tarot cards were the superior method for divining prophecies - not that she wanted people to come consult her, of course. She didn't want Alexandra's job at all. Her information more or less complemented what Nancy had seen - three fauns, one dragon, and the gem was inside the eye of Washington at Mount Rushmore. "Rad. Y'mind coming with us to chat to the Senate? I think the three of us are raging to go and all as soon as we can." The Senate would need to approve this quest, but they had Alexandra's prophecy as the augury now, so they were another step closer in the bureaucratic process.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- Niah winced as Alexandria held a dagger at Nancy. She supposed that was family business. They could hold daggers at each other if they wanted. As long as Alexandria wasn't holding it at her. Thankfully the dagger was sheathed. Madalyne retrieved a stuffed bunny for Alexandria who proceeded to do her thing. With surprisingly little complaint. "Thank you." Niah said. And nodded in agreement with Nancy's request. "Do you know which fauns? Or is this an ask around till we find a sufficiently guilty-looking one?" Niah disliked the fauns. They were, in her opinion, nearly useless. She didn't even understand why they kept them around New Rome. At least give them a task. Now one was guilty of stealing an important gem from camp.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- Alexandra shrugged slightly, she didn't recognize their faces, Fauns always came and went to camp all of the time and in her opinion they were pretty much useless other than begging food and taking things that aren't theirs. She was glad that they weren't allowed to work in the Legion really either. "Unless you guys want to pay me to help you search and question fauns all day. But yeah I can go to the Senate and have an assembly later in the day." Alexandra was rudely woken up by her half sister Nancy after all. Madalyne always did feel pretty bad for the Fauns around camp however and would always help them out whenever they did ask for something she'd give them some money or food to eat. She looked at Niah and Nancy to see what the two of them wanted to do, question some Fauns until they assembly could start or do something else while they waited. Madalyne didn't really care to much about having to wait either really at least she wasn't a Praetor or anything like that yet that job wouldn't be to fun for her in her opinion anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Auguries Skills: N/A --- --- "Pff, we're not paying you, sis," Nancy told Alexandra confidently. "One, don't have the money for that. Two, if we had the money for that, why in Pluto's name would we want to give it to you? What would you even use it for - to buy out a Build-a-Bear workshop?" she scoffed. She had seen one when she was being brought to Camp Jupiter from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. It had been sickeningly adorable - the sort of thing she would have adored having in her childhood. Of course, Nancy didn't have a good concrete reason to dislike Alexandra so much. Maybe she could blame it on the fact that in Alexandra, she saw a fate she never wanted - becoming an Augury, reduced to just a mouthpiece for prophecies. Or maybe it was the fact that Alexandra just reeked of casinos. Maybe Nancy just disliked blondes. "I'm not sure it's worth questioning the fauns," Nancy then admitted. "We know where this gem is - Mount Rushmore, in the eye of good old George. We know it's being guarded by a dragon. The fauns seem... irrelevant, to me? I think we just gotta motor, get the gem, and bring it back here." She didn't have a hatred for fauns or anything, she didn't like them but she didn't dislike them either. They were just sorta there, other beings that lived in Camp Jupiter and depended on them for (stolen) food. They might as well have been shrubbery.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Auguries Skills: N/A --- They would have extra time between now and when the Senate meeting would start. They were always a little slow. She would rather get going. Niah shifted on her feet a bit considering her options. She winced a bit when Nancy was mean to Alexandra, but she did agree with Nancy. They didn't have the cash to pay Alexandra to help them question fauns for like two hours. "I partially agree with you Nancy, about the fauns, but they might be able to give us some details about the dragon. If they do then we might have an idea of what we are dealing with. Personally I've never met a dragon. I'd like a step up against it, they might be able to help with that." She turned back to Alexandra, "Thank you though. When will we be able to meet with the Senate?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, the Auguries -> Senate Building Skills: N/A --- --- Alexandra looked at Niah and gave a slight shrug. "Maybe an hour or two, someone will send for you guys." Alexandra said as she started to gather her things and started to head out, and set up the meeting while their current session was on their afternoon break. Madalyne looked at Nancy, and Niah and gave a slight shrug. "I guess we can go and quest some Fauns see if they know the one who stole the gem." Madalyne said as she made her way out of the Auguries. A little bit over two hours later, Madalyne couldn't really find any kind of information from any of the Fauns that were in or around camp, until one of the messengers came over to the three of them. "The senate is ready to meet you guys." Before handing the three of them the letter before heading off. Madalyne looked down at it, and then the two of them, she had only been in there a few times once she had gotten her Centurion rank, as well as her initial placement within the legion as well. Madalyne stood in the room seeing all of the senators within the room talking amongst each other.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Senate Building Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy always felt that the Senate was dreadfully boring. Ten demigods served on it, deciding pretty much everything for the legion. She could hardly imagine sitting on the stone benches for hours at a time, debating the finer aspects of quests and the possibility of war. She liked to keep moving if at all possible. The only time she ever slowed down was to get her coffee from New Rome - and even then, she could hardly resist gulping it all down at once like a shot. She peered at the letter, squinting her eyes as she tried to make her dyslexic brain focus on it. It was in English, but she got the gist of it pretty quick. They were summoned by the Senate. She made her way to the Senate House with the other two, taking a moment to look around. Of the two praetors, one of them was from Nancy's cohort - Maggie Ortega, daughter of Venus. The other, Jasper Moon, son of Bacchus, was from the fourth cohort. It wasn't a terrible cohort to be from, but it definitely lacked the shiny reputation of the first and second. Yet even though she was a centurion, Nancy didn't know too much about both of them beyond just that. She had no idea if they would get pedantic about things, if they would try to give this quest to someone else, or if they would be reasonable and give them the green light to go. "So do we sit anywhere?" Nancy asked, standing and feeling a bit awkward.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Senate Building Skills: N/A --- Niah was frustrated with the lack of information. She hated it. They were getting to the point where Niah was about to snap when the runner came up with the letter for them. She was thankful for it. After several deep breaths, she went with the two of them to the Senate. She had been here often enough. Usually for her Oath Binding. This was more awkward though. She had never been here for the start of the quest. "We have a prophecy about the missing gem. I'm supposed to go to Mount Rushmore, the gem is in the eye of George Washington." That was a sentence she had never expected to say. "I've chosen Nancy Parker and Madalyne Crane to go with me." She didn't know what all she was supposed to say, but that felt concise and to the point. Hopefully, it also sounded assertive. Her insides were twisting with fear and she could feel her hands were sweating. She wanted to wipe them on her pants.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: The Senate Building Skills: N/A --- Niah decided there really was an end to her patience. She was stressed while the Senate debated, and wanted to pace. That seemed like it would reflect badly on her so she sat as still as she could muster. Why was there even a debate? Alexandra had confirmed that it should be the three of them. It was supposed to be her according to Nancy, and Alexandra had confirmed that Nancy and Mads were with her. She was clenching her fists when they finally said that the three of them could go together. Also, why were there ten on the Senate? Shouldn't it be an odd number for breaking ties? Niah took a deep breath and turned to Nancy and Madalyne. "Yeah, I need my sword. And an extra shirt would be nice. Meet at Deccumanian Gate?" Niah was already coming up with a few other things she wanted to grab. Some nector, maybe an extra imperial gold weapon, her sword was great, but like a boot, dagger would be nice. "And thank you for putting up with the red tape with me." She gave them a smile. They were good friends, even if they hadn't been close. Niah felt like being on a quest would either secure their friendship or they would not survive. Be that literally or figuratively as friends. Leaving the Senate Niah turned back toward the barracks. It would be nice to get her sword back. And she could let the cohort know that'd she would be gone. It shouldn't take long. They would be gone by sunset.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, New Rome, Senate Building -> Third Cohort Barracks -> Deccumanian gate Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne didn't really take interest while the senate debated on who should and shouldn't go on the quest but luckily they were given the greenlight to do it. She quickly stood up and stretched slightly looking over at Niah and smiled towards her and nodded, it was a good place to meet up once they got their things. "There should be some trains in San Francisco so we could easily find a train ride there." She said, agreeing with what Nancy had said, before leaving the building itself and smiled towards Niah. "No problem at all, we are all in this together after all." Madalyne said. She left and once she was close to leaving the city limits of New Rome Terminus appeared again, and handed back all of their weapons once they left. "Meet you guys there." She said heading over to the third cohort barracks and went to grab her things, stuffing some spare clothes into her pack as well as some camping gear. Once she was done Madalyne waited for Niah and Nancy back at the gate so that they all could leave together.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: New Rome - the Senate Building -> Temple of Diana -> First Cohort Barracks -> Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- --- "Deccumanian Gate. Got it." Nancy gave Niah and Madalyne a smile and she left the Senate House. She walked with the others to the Pomerian Line, grabbing her daggers back from Julia and Terminus. Nancy couldn't remember who Julia was a child of, and she had to wonder if Terminus was her godly father. "See you all then," she said, waving at the other two in parting, before she turned left rather than head on to Camp Jupiter. She continued to walk along the path, crossing the Little Tiber with the stone bridge, before finally arriving at Temple Hill. The temples were impressive and she took a moment, just staring at all of them. After she had been rescued from the Lotus Hotel and Casino, she had met her father, Apollo, in his temple here. He had written her a letter of recommendation for the First Cohort as an apology for not noticing she had been trapped for about forty or so years. He had given her the enchanted tarot cards to help her channel her gift of prophecy. And while Nancy went to Apollo's temple about every week, he hadn't appeared to her again. It had been all silence. She continued along the path, approaching the temple of her father, yet as she looked forward... All she could feel was frustration for the curse he had given her - the "gift" of prophecy. Nancy kept on walking, not really sure where she was going until she found herself at the Temple of Diana. Since her father was the son of Jupiter, she had a lot of aunts and uncles. Diana was the twin sister of Apollo though and Nancy always thought of her as her favorite aunt. "Auntie... It's me again. Nancy," she breathed out awkwardly. "If you could wash away my curse... That'd be great..." She paused, not really knowing what else to say. She tossed a small offering into the flames. "Thanks. You seem pretty rad, from what I've heard." There wasn't much else to say and she didn't want to keep the other two waiting. Nancy quickly left her aunt's temple and made her way to the First Cohort Barracks. She checked in with her fellow Centurion, let them know what was going on, before she packed up a bag for herself with her belongings. She put in a week's rations, a box of matches, and some duct tape as well. They all seemed like reasonable possessions. She then left the barracks and made her way to the gate, waving at Madalyne as she approached. "Where's Niah? We gotta motor if we're gonna get good seats on the train."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: The Senate Building -> 2nd Cohort -> Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- Niah went first to get her sword back. The weight of it felt right on her back. She hated not having it. Niah had been trained too well to not have it. Then headed back to her barrack. Classic Romans. She thought as she entered and went to her bed. Niah was pulling stuff out of the trunk there when Eric Chandler came up to her. "Bautista, where have you been?" He sounded aggressive, but that was basically his default state. He wasn't happy that she had been promoted to Centurion. The joke was on him, neither was she. Thank god she hadn't been forced onto the Senate. She'd go crazy. "Dealing with the Senate. I've got a quest." He raised an eyebrow. "Prophecies you know how it is." She shrugged and shoved a shirt in her bag, as well as a handful of other helpful things. "Do we have an extra nectar?" "Yeah, but do you need it?" "Only if you want me to return from fighting a dragon." He sighed heavily and then pulled a small bottle out of storage. A single dose of 'save your ass'. "Thanks. I should go. Nancy and Madalyne are probably waiting for me already." "You're questing with them?" She couldn't tell if he wanted to make fun of them, or her. Probably both. She didn't want to deal with that conversation. "Yeah, I chose them." She said matter of factly. "You're lead?" He scoffed. "Yep. Bye." She slipped her backpack on. If he said goodbye it was muted by the door of the barracks door closing behind her. She sighed relieved. It wasn't anything against Eric necessarily. Okay, he was antagonistic and she didn't want to be around him. The stress of the day seemed to be getting to her. She wasn't usually this snappy. "Sorry I got caught up talking with Chandler." Niah explained as she joined them. "I am ready to get the heck out of here. So San Francisco Amtrak station." She hoped that the cash the three of them had would be enough to get them across the country. If not... They'd figure it out. They were Demi-gods that's what they did.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy glanced into her wallet. She probably did not have enough money, but they'd figure it out. She wasn't sure how far $50 would get you these days - it was different in the 80's. Everything had been cheaper back then. Of course, everything had been free at the Lotus Hotel and Casino as well. The reality of having to pay for things with real money and at higher values? It was horrid. "What did Chandler want?" Nancy asked Niah as they walked to the bus stop. She couldn't help but be a little bit curious. "Rachel and I said, like, less than five sentences to each other before I motored." Her fellow Centurion for the First Cohort was Rachel Jefferson, daughter of Victoria - the goddess of victory. That was one useful demigod talent to have - winning. She looked at the fauns that they passed on the sides of the road, wondering if any of them had been involved in stealing the gem. She wasn't sure what the fauns responsible for the theft had intended to do with it anyways. Maybe they were going to sell it to some sorcerers. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more it bothered her. "So let's say you're a faun, right? You steal a gem, you're probably trading it for something or selling it... I know the dragon has it now, but where do you think the faun was going to take it - is there a black market for stolen demigod goods?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Deccumanian Gate Skills: N/A --- "Yeah, but that comes with the territory I think of being a kid of Mars. He wanted to know where I was." Niah shrugged. "I guess he wanted me around for something, but search me for what. And gods know he didn't think I'd be useful for anything." She sighed frustrated. "I think he is jealous that I got a quest. It is my first one anyway. And I think he's been on one. He seemed extra annoyed that I was the run in charge, but let's all be honest I'm going to rely heavily on you two." "Oh gosh. I didn't even think about that possibility. I figured the Faun just stole it for the dragon. It is likely they stole it for another purpose and the dragon then stole it from them." Niah cursed slightly in Tagalog to herself. What was the purpose of the gem anyway? She knew it was used for some spells. "Do either of you know what the gem is used for? That might give us an idea of why the fauns might have wanted it. Could they even use it? Or did they just think it was a pretty shiny?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Camp Jupiter, Deccumanian gate -> Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- "He has always been an ass to me ever since Nancy and I came to camp, at least he isn't here with us right now so that is a plus." Madalyne said as they made it to the bus stop close by and quickly got onto it. She started to think a little bit Fauns usually took things that weren't theirs for either profit or they were wanting some kind of respect. Or just to hoard things, she didn't see the gem herself though she knew that it was pretty powerful an enhanced anyones magic. "I'd probably sell it off to someone, or someone had asked them to take it maybe." She said shrugging slightly. It was a pretty short bus ride and eventually they were now at the bus station she quickly climbed off and stretched slightly digging into her wallet. She had heard from a few other kids at camp in her cohort who took a train or two the tickets were fairly cheap, looking over at Niah and Nancy she had one hundred dollars on her. "I have a hundred dollars on me, how much do you guys have?" Madalyne asked the two of them.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Camp Jupiter - Deccumanian Gate -> San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- "I thought it was harpies that went after shiny things - or do fauns do that too?" Nancy asked. She really wished she had some sort of reference guide - like Minerva's Guide to Monsters. Something like that had to exist. There had been demigods for ages, someone would have taken the time to write everything down? Maybe that was how Dungeons and Dragons was created. Should the legion start looking up how to play that game? Was it useful? She had to shake her head slightly. Her ADHD brain had a habit of getting off task, going off on wild tangents at times. Supposedly, this would save her life in battle. "All I know is that it's super powerful and came from the Underworld... Maybe Pluto gave it to Proserpina as a wedding gift or something." She let an uneasy silence fall for a moment. She could always consult the cards, see if she could trigger a prophetic vision about the gem. She didn't typically try to force prophecies to come on. Nancy knew that the cards were designed to help her control her gift, to manage it, yet she was afraid of them still. Sometimes, she would dream about throwing the cards into the flames, symbolically shedding her curse. It wasn't too long of a bus ride for them to get to the station. "I've got $50 on me," Nancy said, pulling out her cash. "How far is that good for nowadays?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Niah shrugged about Eric. She wasn't surprised he had been a jerk to the pair of them. So far she hadn't seen him not be a jerk to anyone. "I don't know maybe they grabbed it cause they thought they could pawn it and make some money. They are always begging for money. Seriously, why can't we give them a job like pulling weeds or something?" Though her experience with Fauns had been that they were lazy so she didn't see if giving them job would even help. "I've got $30." She winced. "Should have grabbed some cash. I guess we see how far this can get us. Maybe we can find a place to do an exchange." She had 20 Denarius coins. That could get them some American money, but would probably be an ordeal. Not that the whole quest wouldn't be an ordeal. They always were. "We can see how far this takes us." She stepped over to a route map and started mentally plotting what sort of trip they had ahead of them. She couldn't remember exactly where they were headed. She didn't know US Geography all that well, but she knew it was one of the Dakotas. After following a couple possible routes with her finger she decided on one. "Okay if we go up through Portland and then over to, Fargo North Dakota I think that's as far as the train can take us. After that, we'll have to take busses. Maybe she could call her dad and ask for a wire of money. But that was dangerous since phone calls seemed to send out signals to monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, listening to Niah's recommendations. From what she had heard about Portland, it was weird. Weird tended to mean a place with loads of monsters in her experience, so she mentally prepared herself for a few fights to the death in that city. She knew next to nothing, on the other hand, about the Dakotas. They had just about no reputation, at least not that she was aware of. Apparently they were home to dragon lairs. Hopefully just the one. "Please don't jinx us, Mads," Nancy groaned, as Madalyne suggested it would be quick and easy. "And I hope we don't run into your mother... Don't some people go mad or something if they meet Trivia at a crossroads?" Nancy asked. She couldn't remember exactly what happened, but she knew that it was bad. She shifted slightly, squinting her eyes to try to get a better look at their surroundings in the harsh sunlight. She wondered briefly if her aunt had heard her prayers. Nancy doubted that they would be answered though. Her curse was hers to bear and likely couldn't be washed away. She wondered also if a god removing her gift of prophecy would offend her father, Apollo. Maybe he was sitting up there in the Sun Chariot, shaking his head at her. Did he know that she had prayed to Diana? Would he scold her?</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Niah was glad she had found a route that took them as far away from Las Vegas as possible. Now Niah just had to hope that they would actually make it all the way to Fargo. It was step one. Though she doubted it would happen. Especially with Mads joking the way she was. At least it wasn't Nancy saying it. That felt like it could be even more dangerous. Sort of a 'Bard's tongue' curse. That was not something Nancy needed. Or any demi-god if Niah was honest with herself. "I mean there is no way something won't happen. Thank you, for getting the tickets Mads. Was that all of our cash? Are we gonna starve now?" Niah asked half-joking. She was concerned they wouldn't have money for food, but if they could at least get to the Dakotas. From the Dakotas, they would need to figure where Mount Rushmore even was. A part of Niah hopped that it was in the Dakotas because she wondered if it was. She had thought it was on the East coast, but the Dakotas were in the middle of the country. "This country is huge. How long is this train trip going to take?"</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked towards Nancy for a moment and nodded they could still simply run into a monster at any point while on the train ride from California to their final destination as well. And then mentioning her mother she gave a slight shrug, she had only met her once when she came to Camp Jupiter shortly after her visiting Lupa. "I only met her once, but yeah probably people have gone mad after seeing her. I haven't gone mad though, so that is something." She answered as Madalyne gave both Niah and Nancy their tickets. "Yeah that's all of our money sadly. We could act like hoodlums and steal from people though which would be fun." She said jokingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, they wouldn't have any kind of money for food which would really suck. "I'd imagine it would take maybe a day or two at most, maybe shorter if there aren't any delays on the tracks." Madalyne said to Niah, she hadn't ridden any US trains before, but she did when she was younger before moving to the US. There was a bell sound going off, and she could see the train now coming over in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: Strategy --- --- Maybe it would have been a good idea to get a child of Mercury to go with them on the quest - they were good at stealing. Of course, Nancy was rather skilled at sleight of hand. It was a skill she had unfortunately picked up on the Vegas Strip. "I can steal, don't worry," she informed her friends. Niah was probably too much of a rule following goody two shoes to steal anyways. Madalyne she doubted would have any issues with it, especially given her mother. From what she knew, Trivia tended to have a fast and loose moral code in comparison to the goddess of the Styx. It was only a day or two, according to Madalyne, so they wouldn't even need to steal that much. Nancy could probably even earn them food by singing - prophecy wasn't the only thing she had inherited from Apollo. "Oh, wotcher," she said, calling the others attention. She had been keeping an eye out at the station for any monsters, especially with how thick the Mist was in San Fransisco. A chill then ran down her spine. Look for trouble and ye shall find. A chimera, a monstrous creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a snake. Practically every part of it was deadly. The snake's venom could kill with ease. The head was able to breathe fire. "Odds that it hasn't noticed us are... well, awful." She pulled her twin imperial gold daggers. Hopefully this fight wouldn't make them miss the train. They didn't have money for more tickets.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- Days. Why did this country have to be so big? Everything was so spread out. It was ridiculous. She sighed. There was nothing to be done about it. Maybe they should have rented a car. She thought one of them had to know how to drive. She didn't, she had been too young when she had come to camp. Niah resisted the urge to glare at Nancy when she suggested that Nancy would steal. Niah would have nothing to do with that. "I'll have no part in any sort of thievery." She would rather go hungry. She looked up at Nancy when she called for her attention. There was a chimera coming their way. Three demi-gods, a train, and a chimera. Of course. There was no way that they hadn't been noticed. Niah drew her sword, it would become visible to the demi-gods, but the mist kept it from being visible to the people at the station. "What time does the train leave? Don't want to miss it because some monster decided to be annoying." She didn't dare say the creature's name. If there was any sort of luck in the world and it hadn't noticed them saying it's name would make it aware of the trio.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy wasn't too surprised that Niah was adamantly opposed to stealing. She had a very black-and-white moral sense from what Nancy could tell - not that there was anything wrong with that. It made sense to her, after thinking on it for a little bit. Niah's mother was the goddess who held everyone to their oath. It made sense that her children would be rule sticklers, just like it made sense that the children of Apollo would be inherently fabulous and skilled at many things (Nancy was, of course, incredibly humble). She respected the boundary though. Niah hadn't questioned her hang ups about Las Vegas, so she wasn't going to tease Niah about her aversion to thievery. The wind brushed up against her and Nancy shivered, watching as the chimera turned and ran off in the opposite direction. She couldn't help but be a little bit in awe of Madalyne. "That was so rad!" she praised her friend. She offered up a high five. Amtrak Trains didn't really wait around for people to get boarded too long after the posted ticket time, so Nancy shook her head, not wanting to bother hunting down the chimera. Some other demigod would take care of it. She popped onto the train and walked until she found some empty seats with a clear line of sight to the exit, just in case. She took a window seat and sat, waiting for Madalyne and Niah to join her. Hopefully there weren't any monsters on the train.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Station -> Onto the train Skills: N/A --- Niah had been ready for a fight. She wasn't looking for one. Definitely didn't want to chase down the chimera by herself. Heck, she was thankful she didn't have to fight it at all. Niah had been particularly worried about all the people at the train station. Yes, the mist would have done what it does best and protected them from not even noticing really what was going on. But that didn't stop collateral damage. Mortals could easily get hurt if a demi-god fight broke out in the middle of them. "That was very cool." Niah agreed. Following Nancy onto the train, after she sheathed her sword. "I just get the ability to make people mad like I'm some knock-off Ares kid. Or you know the whole Oath thing." She took a seat across the table from Nancy. She was impressed with her traveling partners' gifts and more than anything thankful for them, but she didn't say that. It felt inappropriate. Niah knew how much Nancy hated her prophecy gift and didn't want to make her think about it too much.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne smiled and gave Nancy a high five once they were on the train and Niah sitting across from them, a few seconds later the train started to move from its station. She leaned back a little bit and started to relax seeing the scenery starting to move and looked towards Nancy and Niah. "I could try and teach you guys how to use it if you'd like." Madalyne offered, it came natural to her but she knew that others could learn it though it was pretty difficult to learn from others what she knew as well. Madalyne turned to look at Niah mentioning Ares, but that was greek and she was also a legacy of Ares as well. "Don't you mean Mars?" Madalyne decided to tease her a little bit, the three of them were still capable fighters and they could easily kick any kind of monster ass that did come their way. "But you are still an awesome fighter to Niah." Madalyne said to her giving Niah a friendly smile.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Skills: Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy tilted her head slightly, hearing Niah refer to Ares, the Greek war god. She knew that Madalyne was a legacy of Ares, not Mars - and from what she knew, the difference between the aspects was that Ares was bloodthirsty and didn't care if people died, whereas Mars was into more clean and strategic warfare. "That'd be pretty rad, I'd be down to learn how to use the Mist," she told Mads. Truthfully, it would have been a nice way to get out of having her bunk in the barracks properly cleaned. If she used the Mist, then she could ace inspection each time without having to do a bit of work. And of course, there was the more ethical use of manipulating the Mist in order to send monsters away rather than fighting them. "Y'know, making people mad is pretty useful - get inside their heads, keep 'em from thinking, it's easier to beat them," Nancy mused. She had met a lot of demigods that didn't think their gifts were particularly useful. It was all about finding a way to apply them. Sure, it was a bit hypocritical given how much Nancy hated her prophetic abilities, yet she had inherited something else from her father. Apollo was also the god of music. "At first, I thought I could just sing well, y'know? But then I discovered I could do this..." Her eyes darted around as a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. She spotted one of the passengers nearby with one of those glass cups, the sort that would be filled with water or some iced beverage from Starbucks. Nancy started to whistle, just a simple steady note, and she concentrated. The vibrations of the noise filled her ears and she felt a rush, as the pitch of her whistle changed to match the resonant frequency of the glass. The cup burst, spilling the unsuspecting passenger's drink everywhere. "Ta-da."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: On the train Skills: N/A --- "I am decent at fighting I suppose, even if I can't keep names straight. Thanks, Madalyne." But hubris was not Niah's flaw so she didn't seem very convinced by that. She did stick her tongue out a little at their ribbing but didn't seem particularly upset by it. She could tell it was in good humor. "That's usually what I use it for. Or to demoralize, and make people want to not even bother fighting. That's handy." She said agreeing with Nancy. She did give a small evil grin at the idea, but because it was Niah there was no true malice behind her grin. "I'd love it if you could teach me how to manipulate the mist." Niah's eyes lit up at the offer. She had been curious about magic beyond her own, but it had seemed so obtuse. "Whoa." She gasped in surprise at Nancy's gift. "That's got to be useful." She could think of a few ways it could be used. "Can you hit the note that would bust ear drums? So if a monster could only hear would lose it's hearing? Like-" She cut herself off not wanting to say a monster's name. Even this far from where it would likely be. And maybe that was a little dark. Especially if used against a non-monster, but it could be useful. She hopped the person whose glass broke didn't blame them.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: San Fransisco - Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, beaming with pride as Niah asked her just what else she could do with her gift. "I haven't tried bursting someone's brain like that before, but yeah, I think I'd be able to find the note - just might take some trial and error." It essentially came to trying out pitches at random, sometimes she had the approximate pitch she needed memorized (like for glass) yet she hadn't tried to make someone's head into a bomb before. That would be a fun way to kill monsters though - to just sing or whistle and have them explode. She snickered as the unsuspecting mortal walked on by, looking like he had pissed his pants. Had she not already been claimed by Apollo, she could have easily passed for a child of Mercury. "Hey Niah... Are you immune to getting wet?" Nancy asked, thinking. Niah's mother was a river goddess - sure, the Styx wasn't the average river but it was a river all the same. "Maybe you've got some Neptune like powers waiting to be unlocked. Rome could finally have a fighting chance when it comes to water battles." She shifted how she was sitting in her seat, propping one foot up against the bottom of her seat, letting her lean forward on her elevated knee. It was nice to think about the War Games and to just talk about the ways they were strong, powerful, badass women.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: On the train Skills: Odikinesis --- "I look forward to the lessons Professor Crane." Niah grinned at Mads. The grin Nancy gave her for her idea was worrisome. Maybe the idea was too dark if Nancy was enjoying the possibilities. "Warn me if you decide to do that in a room crowded with angry people with swords." Niah couldn't decide if she would watch or leave. Watching would be entertaining, but she did not want to have to deal with the fallout. As she thought that though Niah considered that Nancy was a friend and she would have her back if Nancy was in trouble. This, however, would be a trouble of her own making. Trouble she could easily avoid if she just didn't blow up cups around angry people with swords. "Tragically I didn't get that gift." Niah sighed a little wistfully. She would have loved to have the ability to manipulate water. It was nice discussing what use their gifts could have outside what they had already used it for so far. She paused as she watched the now soaked guy storm off. Niah snickered but shook her head and reached out calming him. It would hopefully at least keep the guy from yelling at some poor train staff member.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station San Francisco -> Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station Skills: N/A --- --- It took a few hours, and there weren't any monsters that had gotten onto any of the stops on their way Madalyne ended up taking alittle bit of a nap just to pass the time her head resting against the table that they were sitting on. Until she heard the announcement that they were going to be making a small stop in Medford to stretch out and for those who needed it to have a smoke break as well. She stretched out slightly letting out a little bit of a yawn and looked towards the others. "I'm going to get some air real quick." Madalyne said as she climbed off of the train seeing some people were there as well, some were just getting off as well. Either it was their train stop or they were also boarding. Madalyne looked around seeing what looked to be a bunch of biker guys just getting up from where they were sitting, she started to feel a little bit suspicious of them. But they were talking amongst themselves, as Madalyne remained calm for the most part digging into her pockets, and occasionally looked at the group seeing about ten of them in all as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak Skills: Sleight of Hand --- --- "I'm gonna get us some food," she told Niah and Madalyne, before getting up as well. She didn't mention how she was going to do it. She figured Niah would rather not know. She had her pack on her, just in case she somehow ended up not being able to make it back on the train and was stranded in Oregon for a few days. On her way off, she "bumped" into someone heading on, stealthily grabbing their wallet. Once she was off the train, she grabbed the cash and discretely threw the wallet back onto the train, figuring the owner would want it back. She had scored them $26. There was a Jack in the Box nearby, so she figured she'd buy as much food for them as she could and bring it back to the train. It was such a quick trip, she figured she could handle herself. Nancy put the money into her pockets and started walking in that direction, whistling slightly as she went. A sickening feeling formed in her stomach, like someone was watching her, stalking her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw about ten bikers. The feeling in her stomach worsened. Her hands shook slightly. Her palms grew sweaty. She wanted to chalk it up to imagination but... life was never that kind for demigods.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: On the train -> Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) Skills: --- Niah had pulled out the spare shirt from her bag and used it as a makeshift pillow taking a nap. It took hours to get to Medford. She enjoyed the conversation and company of Nancy and Madalyne and was happy she had chosen to have them join her. And even happier that the Senate had allowed it. When the train stopped in Medford Niah sat up and stretched. She was sore from how she had been curled up in the seat, but at least it seemed like she had gotten a bit of sleep. When Nancy said she was gonna get food, Niah frowned, but then nodded and stayed on the train for a little longer. She didn't know what Nancy had planned, but she didn't want to watch it happen. If she could pretend it wasn't happening then it didn't feel like she was complicit in it. That only worked so well. After a little bit of time Niah stood, she wanted to get some fresh air too badly to wait any longer. She stuffed her shirt back in her bag and got off the train. As she gazed around, looking for Nancy and Mads specifically her attention was attracted to a group of bikers. There was something about them that set her teeth on edge. Not her Oath sense, but something else and sinister about them. She considered that maybe it was her Odikinesis. Maybe the group was very angry? The problem though was they seemed to be eyeing Nancy. She suddenly doubted they were just a group of bikers, but instead monsters. An easy solution, if they were people, would be to join Nancy, that normally discouraged people. Witnesses. However, if they were monsters, that'd only attract their attention more. Niah tried to catch Mads eye and gesture to the guys. In the meantime she drew her invisible sword.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Medford, Oregon - Amtrak -> Jack in the Box Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy relaxed ever so slightly as her friends rejoined her. She wasn't going to admit that the prospect of fighting off a group of monsters disguised as burly monsters had terrified her slightly. "Any idea which kind?" she asked her friends softly. Her stomach growled. She really wanted to just get some food and head back onto the train. At least her worst fear was far less likely to happen with Niah and Mads around. "I got $26, I'll order us three combo meals," she told them. Maybe they'd be lucky and the bikers would ignore them. They had made it into the Jack in the Box without getting hurt. She walked up to the counter, placing an order. "Three large 10 piece chicken nugget combos, please," she said. She handed over the money, tapping her foot nervously. The cashier gave her back her change and three soda fountain cups. She took out a cup, handing one to Niah and one to Madalyne. "Hopefully our order is out soon..." Nancy murmured, moving off to the side. She kept one eye on the bikers, ready for them to jump into action, as she went over and filled up her cup with Dr. Pepper, Coke, and Root Beer - a Nancy special.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) -> Jack-in-the-box Skills: Roman Mythology & Odikinesis --- "Thanks for getting food." Niah said after Nancy ordered. There was a lot more in the thanks than just the appreciation for Nancy ordering the food. It was clear Niah was thanking her for all the unsaid things. That led to getting the food too. Anger rolled off the bikers and Niah had a pretty good idea of what they might be. "You wouldn't happen to have a silvered weapon on you by chance?" She glanced at Nancy, it was mostly her answer for what the monsters were without saying their name. Her stomach growled. Niah was hungry. Waiting for the food would probably take too long. Niah took a cup and filled it with just Dr. Pepper. She turned to face the werewolves and tried to focus on them and make them as calm as possible. Maybe there was something about her hunger that made it flip on her. She could feel the anger in the bikers rise. "Oh, oops. I'm sorry." She glanced at her friends, her hand tightening around her sword hilt. Things were about to get interesting.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station -> Jack in the Box Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked at Niah for a moment when she mentioned something about silver weapons made her gulp slightly, werewolves were pretty special since neither celestial bronze or imperial gold weapons killed werewolves. "That's going to make things a little bit interesting.." Madalyne said softly back to the two of them, she wants sure if she could conjure up any kind of silver weapons for them either. She hadn't tried anything like that at all. Madalyne went over to grab herself a coke from the fountain machine, and then a little bit of sprite added in as well. Seeing their gaze on them they looked really pissed off right now, though one of them looked to be their leader who still looked mad but also calm or something as well. "Just grab our food and leave." Madalyne told her friends, when their order was called up Madalyne quickly grabbed their food, and started to make her way towards the door, and just barely got out of the building when the five stopped her. Madalyne quickly drew out her sword, and swung it at the closest one, while the other grabbed onto her and Madalyne started to struggle to break free. "Hold still girlie, we just want a little snack." One of them said as Madalyne kicked one of them between the legs causing the one holding her to let go.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Jack in the Box Skills: Strategy, Singing, Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy grimaced, shaking her head. "Standard issue imperial gold," she said reluctantly. Maybe this was a sign from the universe that she ought to start carrying silver weapons, especially if she was going to be praying to Diana on the regular. She made a mental note to check the armory when they got back. As Niah apologized, Nancy's face paled. Earlier on the train, they had been talking about their powers. Niah had mentioned the entire Oath thing... and also being able to mess with people's emotions. Her eyes darted over towards the werewolves. Sweet Niah had just royally pissed them off. "Pedit," Nancy cursed in Latin. She quickly followed Madalyne outside of the Jack in the Box, a not too small part of her very relieved to see that they had gotten their food. She didn't want to have to wait until after the next Amtrak stop to eat. Focus! she scolded herself. The werewolves were a lot more threatening than whether or not they'd get their daily recommended 2000 Calories. Her heart clenched as the werewolves grabbed Madalyne. Her imperial gold wasn't going to do the trick. She didn't know if Mads would be able to pull off the same Mist trick, but there wasn't time to spare. Her best friend was in peril and Nancy did the only thing she could think of - she made a scene. On the train, they had talked about her maybe being able to use sound to kill. It was time to test that. She sipped a bit of her drink, before clearing her throat. She whispered a silent prayer to Apollo to bless this deadly performance. In her mind, the song began to play, and she began her musical onslaught on the werewolves, aiming to kill them with music - 🎶Can't stay at home, can't stay at school. Old folks say 'You poor little fool'. Down the streets I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting for. Hello, daddy. Hello, mom. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! POP! POP! POP! Hello world! I'm your wild girl. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!🎶 POP! POP! The five werewolves were no more as Nancy finished her last note, covered in monster dust. Her voice felt incredibly hoarse after such a performance. "Thanks, Dad," she whispered, figuring he must have answered her prayers - that or Joan Jett was actually an immortal goddess.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Jack-in-the-box -> Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) Skills: --- With their food in hand, the trio tried to make a quick exit. The werewolves turned bikers didn't give them a chance though. Niah felt awful for flipping the switch the wrong way. Why did her power sometimes just not work? She sent a silent prayer to her mother apologizing if she had done anything wrong. Maybe she hadn't appreciated Niah calming the wet stranger on the train down. Or she had been just too close to the dishonest action that got them dinner? Niah hoped it was the former, that at least she could change her behavior for. The other led to starvation. Nancy had it under control though. She gave the idea Niah had given her a spin, Niah just plugged her ears hoping it would keep her head from exploding. Just in case. Then there five headless monsters that turned to dust. She gapped. "Damn. That was impressive." Niah looked at where the werewolves had been and saw a collection of teeth left over. Taking a word from Nancy Niah said "Grody." She picked it all up quickly though, "Let's go, get back on the train and you can keep all these nice teeth." She shuddered.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Jack in the Box -> Amtrak Station Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne closed her eyes half expecting the werewolves to either tear her apart or bite her to turn her into a werewolf or something along those lines. When she heard Nancy singing loudly, her ears started to ring slightly but heard some gruesome popping sounds and opened her eyes again, seeing the last werewolf head bursting into dust and shortly after that along with their body. She looked at Nancy and quickly gave her friend a hug. "That was so rad thank you! I really didn't want to become werewolf food or become one that would really suck to." She said, and thought about buying something later for her she looked down at the floor seeing a bunch of werewolf teeth and looked at the two of them. "That would make some cool jewelry, we really should go now though." Madalyne pointed out they probably wasted enough time now at this point. They were just about to get onto the trains platform seeing that the train was starting to move now and the doors were closing now as well, the train was about to leave them behind which would be really bad. She quickly held out her hand forming an invisible barrier preventing the train from moving further using her magic to hold the train back. "Hurry up and get onto the train." She said, as one of the doors opened up and a confused conductor was stepping off of the train now.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Outside Jack in the Box -> Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy's throat felt hoarse, like she had been gargling lava outside in the dead of winter. She hoped that drinking some fluids would help, as it wasn't quite severe enough an injury to make her want to dip into her flask of nectar. It looked a bit too much like day drinking anyways for her to want to try it in a public mortal space - with their luck, she'd be arrested for alcohol abuse. Nancy returned Madalyne's hug, coughing a little bit. "I did it for the food," she told them, her voice strained and weak. Niah had picked up the werewolf teeth and as Madalyne suggested making them into jewelry, Nancy decided something. Of course, the train was a bit more pressing. She could tell the other two once they were safely making their way towards Mount Rushmore again. She took off at a run towards the train, noticing how it seemed to stop all of the sudden. Nancy gave the poor, confused mortal conductor a high five as she galloped onboard, her hair blowing behind her as she giggled. Figuring that Madalyne and Niah had to be right behind her, she did her job and secured them some seats again, flopping down into a window seat. "You two good?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit better but not much. "Feast time?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak platform (Medford, Oregon) -> On the train Skills: --- Niah positively giggled. She ran after Nancy onto the train. Giving the conductor a little curtsy. She didn't say anything though just climbed up the stairs to find Nancy. "I'm good. That was amazing. I've never seen anything like it." It was easily the coolest thing she had ever seen. She took a bag from Mads and a nice long drink from her soda. "I am sorry for making them angrier." Then under her breath at Mads she asked, "Is that Mist control that you used to stop the train?" The adrenaline was a wild ride, nothing like what it was for the war games. She started eating her food.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Medford, Oregon, Amtrak Station Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne quickly followed shortly behind Nancy and Niah and bound onto the train again, dropping the little shield that she had created she gave the conductor a slight smile and wave as she got on finding themselves a seat again and sat down. "You did great with the food thanks, once we get back to Camp Jupiter i'll treat you to some more coffee." Madalyne said, even though she did pay for their coffee earlier in the day before they went out on this quest. She quickly started to dig into her lunch and took a sip from her drink, leaning back slightly as the train finally started to move again. Madalyne looked towards Niah and shook her head. "Nope, it was magic or if you want to get all technical you can call it Mystiokinesis as well." She said, another one of the abilities that she inherited from her mother, which did always come in handy whenever they started any kind of War Games back at camp.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy shook her head at Niah's apologies. "Don't sweat it, hun." Demigods messed up all the time. Abilities were weird and unpredictable at times, even with years of practice. Nancy gave Niah a smile, before unceremoniously shoving french fries into her face. "And don't worry about paying me back," she said to Madalyne. She had stolen the money anyways. It wasn't like she was being put out because of it. The food tasted amazing, better than the relatively healthy meals they had to eat at Camp Jupiter. Of course, the coffee shop in New Rome was always a good stop for a sugar rush. "Mystiokinesis? That sounds like a drug. Ask your doctor if mystiokinesis is right for you. Side effects include spontaneous combustion, yodeling, and frolicking in the midnight." The commercials hadn't really changed over the years. Even in the Lotus Hotel and Casino, where they had been constantly entertained, the occasional advertisement would come on the televisions. Of course, even details about the casino were a little bit fuzzy. Her time there was a blur, feeling more like a couple of weeks or months she had spent there - not over thirty years.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah felt a sense of relief when Nancy said not to sweat it. She seemed to genuinely not care. It was a nice feeling. Not having the weight of every action being judged. There would come a day when she could retire from the Legion and move on with her life. Sure, it was likely she'd stay in New Rome, but Niah really wanted to leave and study the real world. Being out and about in it made it feel like that was even more possible. The normalcy of people on the train was a nice breather. She smiled and happily shoved food into her mouth. Laughing at Nancy's joke about Mystiokinesis. "Is that teachable? I know a lot of gifts aren't. Like I wouldn't even know how to teach what I feel with the Oath thing, I might be able to teach Odikinesis. There are a few of the Mars kids who can do it." She used the proper name this time, sticking with Roman. Really though she knew the Romans had stolen most of it from the Greeks anyway. She put the pile of teeth on a napkin on the table. "What what your idea?" She asked Nancy, pushing the teeth her direction before taking a long drink from her soda. One thing Niah wasn't was squeamish.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- "Sounds good to me then we can make our bracelets at the Temple to Minerva once we get back home." Madalyne said looking at Nancy for a moment she didn't know how to really use one of the fancy new looking phones nowadays either. "You can play games on them to or something right? I remember we had arcades a lot back in the day." Madalyne said, she didn't really care if people stared at her wondering what they were talking about. Madalyne finished eating her food stuffing them into the same bag as well, to make things a little bit easier as well. Madalyne looked out the window as the scenery changed and the sun was starting to set as well, she stretched out slightly she ended up taking a little power nap as well. When she heard an announcement over the intercom that they were going to be stopping at the Centennial station. Madalyne stretched out again letting out a slight yawn as she watched the conductor getting changed out with a woman, and another woman was coming down with a tray of refreshments as well. Madalyne instantly was on alert and reaching for her sword which was in her pack gesturing towards the two new people on the train. "The refreshment lady and the new conductor are monsters." Madalyne said, getting a slight glimpse of a snake in the refreshment lady's hair.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had been biding her time, keeping an eye out for someone with a decent phone to swipe. She figured it would be easiest to handle once they got to their next destination, as people would be getting up off the train, they'd be pushing and shoving, and it'd be easy to just grab a phone out of someone's hands by knocking into them. They made their next real stop in Washington State, in its capital - Olympia. "Y'know, I still can't believe that Seattle isn't the capital here," Nancy mentioned to her companions. She hadn't heard of Olympia really before that day. However, she sat upright, noticing the two monsters that had come onto the train. The blood drained from her face, seeing that they were two gorgons. Of all the monsters in mythology, they had to be some of the most fearsome. You couldn't look at them in the eye and their heads - with snakes - always gave her the creeps. She shuddered. "Gorgons," she whispered. "You can't look at them or they'll kill you... And I don't think you can be un-killed from being turned into stone, so it's a fast pass to Hades."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- The train trip was long. Niah was bored. She had pulled out her reading book and was nearing the end when they finally reached Olympia. "Does it have something to do with when the town was founded? Like California it is Sacramento, and Nevada is Cason City. That last one doesn't make any sense. It should be Reno or Las Vegas." Then Madalyne said that there were monsters on the train. Niah started to turn to see the new conductor and refreshment lady, but then Nancy said they were Gorgons so she avoided eye contact and looked down to the ground. She shivered. Then looked at Nancy. "Great, just great. No quest ever goes easily does it?" She sighed. She felt like she had asked for this. "Game plan?" She looked at her friends.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: Mystiokinesis, Mist Control --- --- Madalyne kept avoiding eyecontact with the two gorgons who were slowly walking down the aisle of the train car, they weren't at their part yet which was good that would give them time. Madalyne waved her hands quickly as three pairs of reflective sunglasses appeared on the table, she was glad that they weren't those hand held mirrors that people usually use when applying makeup. "The reflective mirrors on the glasses might work no guarantees though." Madalyn whispered to her two friends. She went and focused on the mist now, but the mist didn't want to work with her this time letting out a slight groan looking at Nancy and Niah and shrugged slightly. "Tried the chimera trick earlier it isn't working." Madalyne said, reaching for the hilt of her sword just in case. "We could get off the train, but it'll make traveling longer."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: Audiokinesis, Daggers --- --- Nancy flinched slightly when Niah mentioned Las Vegas. If she could go her entire mortal life without seeing the borders of Nevada, it would still feel too close. She shut her eyes, wary of accidentally being turned to stone by a gorgon. She had this horrifying feeling that her stone body would be brought back to New Rome and made into a garden statue somewhere. Or even worse, maybe her stone form would be put in the augury as a decoration for Alexandra. She shuddered at the thought. "We can't get off the train - no way am I going to be stuck in grody fake Seattle," Nancy grumbled. "If the mortals wonder what our damage is, well, good thing we've got a bonafide Sabrina Spellman here to make them think nothing weird happened." She drew her twin imperial gold daggers, concentrating on the sounds around her. She amplified them in her head, though mostly all she could hear was the conversations of the passengers on the train. None of them realized what sort of mortal peril they were in, with gorgons on the loose. Nancy didn't even recall the names of these monsters, just knowing the most famous one was Medusa. Yet from the noise, she was finally able to pinpoint where one of the gorgons was. She stabbed with her daggers, hitting the gorgon in the back. She pulled out her blade, yet the monster didn't crumple to dust, still alive.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: Short sword --- "We are not getting off this train if we can help it." They had spent way too much money getting on it. Niah wasn't going to risk having to steal a bunch of money to travel for what they had already paid for. She couldn't close her eyes like Nancy and hope to hit the Gorgons, but she could use the sunglasses. She grabbed a pair of them and put them on. Then squinted as much as she dared without losing sight of the monsters, she made sure to look at their feet. That at least would give her the ability to keep track of where they were. She drew her invisible sword and following Nancy's movements stabbed the Gorgon that she had suck with a dagger. It still didn't dust. She used the backswing to hit the Gorgon again. The Gorgon swiped at her, she saw the hand reaching for her, but it dusted. Niah let out a sigh of relief. She hoped that the Mist was keeping them from getting noticed, and thanked her lucky stars her sword was invisible. There was still one more Gorgon to deal with though.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: Sword Fighting, Mist Control --- --- Madalyne quickly stood up, seeing both of her friends springing into action and went to attack the first gorgon, she smiled seeing the two of them double teaming the snake head woman Madalyne quickly put the glasses over her face. There was only the one wearing the conductor's uniform, she quickly charged after her and swung her sword. Only for the gorgon to block it with her arm, Madalyne then turned around using her sword and swung her sword again which instantly made the second gorgon to burst into dust. Madalyne tried to get the dust off of her while looking over at her friends, they actually went down pretty easily. The people on the train now started to freak out seeing the girls carrying weapons in their hands, Madalyne started to close her eyes and tried to control the mist around the people within the train car. But none of it was working she quickly slipped her sword back looking at Nancy and Niah. Before trying a third time with the mist, and everyone seemed to calm down now at this point letting out a slight sigh. "Crisis averted." Madalyne said while looking at her two friends and smiled a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Centennial Train Station Skills: N/A --- --- She heard the gorgon she had attacked rush into dust. Nancy hadn't stabbed at her a second time, so she deduced that either Niah or Madalyne must have taken care of it. Then, a moment later, Madalyne gave the all clear - the crisis had been dealt with. Nancy opened her eyes and sheathed her imperial gold daggers, placing them away. She didn't know what Madalyne had convinced the mortals they had seen - maybe they thought Nancy was armed with two bananas - but it didn't matter that much in the long run. She took her seat again. "Take that, universe - going to take a whole lot more to get us off the train," Nancy tried to joke. She regretted it almost as soon as she said it. The Fates probably were going to make their lives a lot harder because of that. But then again, they had tricked a chimera, killed werewolves with Cherry Bomb, and just turned some gorgons into confetti. They were on an upswing in the quest and as long as they didn't leave the train, they'd be able to make it to Mount Rushmore in no time.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah sighed relieved with the all-clear from Madalyne. She relaxed and re-sheathed her sword, then sat down pulling the glasses off. Then Nancy tempted the Fates. Niah winced. "If only knocking on wood actually helped." She sighed. "Though now we have a new and interesting problem, there is no conductor?" Niah kept her voice pitched low so hopefully, none of the normal people on the train heard her. She sort of asked, her voice rising at the end. Partially in concern and partially wondering if they gorgons had just been there to be annoying not truly run the train. Did Gorgons have jobs? There had only been two...weren't there three? She put the glasses back on real quick and looked around trying to see if someone seemed off. She sighed relieved when there didn't seem to be any other monsters. She did notice that there were a couple of actual snakeheads on the ground. "Ew." She said and grabbed a couple of napkins to pick the heads up. "Any idea what good these might be for?" Niah looked at the heads, "They do have teeth, maybe we can add them to the bracelet." She laughed slightly. "I don't know what type of snakes these are though, so might want to be careful about that." She let the others examine the snakes and then carefully wrapped them in the napkins before putting them in her bag. Niah leaned back in her seat. "Admittedly, we do make a badass team." Niah grinned at her friends.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Olympia, Washington, Near the, Centennial Train Station Skills: --- --- Madalyne went back and sat down with Niah and Nancy giving her two friends a smile as she put her sword back into her pack, and leaned back watching Niah pulling out the snake heads and shuddered slightly seeing them. "Just don't prick yourself on those fangs they could be venomous or something." Madalyne said towards Niah as she went to put them away, as she shrugged slightly. "Could use to make poison or something. Or we can take the fangs out and use them for our little bracelet project to." She said, she didn't really mind either way it would also look pretty cool if they added it on somehow. A few seconds later the real conductor came onto the train, and then the train started to move again a few seconds later, she started to relax watching the train station starting to move away now. They did actually make a really good team and worked really well with the monster encounters as well. "We do make an awesome team."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Washington State Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had a brief image of them taking the fangs and making them into rings - she had heard of rings before that concealed little poison spikes. Those sounded pretty rad. Of course, she also liked the idea of adding a collection of items to these hypothetical (and increasingly dangerous) friendship bracelets. She liked Madalyne's idea too of just making a poison out of the fangs - she pictured Madalyne with a cauldron with bubbling fumes, dropping them in one at a time while chanting in Latin or some other dead language. "'Course we're a badass team. I'm here," Nancy joked, sticking her tongue out slightly. The train was moving once again, meaning they were safe from monsters until the next stop most likely. Of course, monsters weren't the only things demigods encountered on quests - gods tended to come and poke their noses into things too. "But since we're such an awesome team, I think it's time we ask revealing questions of each other. Super serious stuff. So, Niah... What's your favorite flavor of ice cream? And why isn't it rocky road?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "We can decide later what to do with them." She said, being extra careful now as she put them away. Niah laughed at Nancy's joke and grinned, "Yeah, and I mean who else sings Cherry Bomb so badly it explodes heads?" Her stomach tightened as she made the joke, fear that Nancy would take it the wrong way and be mad at her pulsed and she hoped that she didn't judge wrong and Nancy would laugh. "As for ice cream, my favorite is Moose tracks." She paused to think, then said "Rocky road is good too, but I'm not a huge fan of chocolate base ice cream. I also don't like things that are too crunchy in my ice cream so the nuts aren't my favorite. Why don't you like Moose Tracks? And what about you Madalyne what is your favorite ice cream?"</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again Skills: --- --- "I think im the more badass of the group though, like tricking that chimera earlier and then fighting that second gorgon all by myself while you two went for the other." Madalyne said jokingly as she leaned back a little bit and watched the scenery moving along slowly which was also really relaxing before turning her attention back over towards Nancy and Niah and smiled as they brought up their favorite types of ice cream. "I personally prefer mint chocolate chip, that's actually my favorite." Madalyne said smiling a little bit as she remembered when she was younger she'd go get some ice-cream with her father, and he'd always buy her that. And she'd always pick out the little bits of chocolate chips and eat them before eating the ice-cream itself. "Also rocky road totally sucks." Madalyne said jokingly, she had never heard of Niah's before really.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - Washington State Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy narrowed her eyes at Niah for a moment, after her fellow demigod insulted her rendition of Cherry Bomb. "You dare insult the singing of a child of the God of Music?" Nancy asked, her voice sounding raspy - a combination of Darth Vader and Lord Voldemort. She held the gaze for a moment before she started to snicker, her facial expression changing to one of glee. "Just messing with you," she explained, giggling a little bit. She did enjoy singing, but she also wasn't going to be offended by Niah's joke. She liked Niah and she trusted her. Had someone else said it, well, then there might have been issues. Nancy's temper was... strong. "What's Moose Tracks?" Nancy asked Niah. "Also, Rocky Road is the best ice cream flavor for a key reason - the nuts and marshmallows. The nuts are crunchy and give a good bite to it, while the marshmallows are like fluffy little pillows for your teeth. And then the chocolate base? It's heavenly. It's also consistent no matter where you get it from, you know that they'll have it and that it'll taste the way you expect. And as demigods, it's symbolic - our life is a godsdamn rocky road."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah tensed up when Nancy spoke about being the daughter of music, but when Nancy cracked a smile Niah laughed. Niah was relieved. They had reached actual friend status. "Oh my gods, you've never heard of Moose tracks." Niah sat up straight up. "Okay, so you have a vanilla ice cream base, peanut butter cups, and strips of fudge. Just the right amount of flavor. There are even mint flavored ones. But I prefer the classic vanilla one." Niah liked mint chocolate chip ice cream, and if a place didn't have moose tracks that was usually her go-to. They would have to figure out how to get some. There were a bunch of different flavors out in the world, they just needed to get to like a Safeway or something. "You are right though, the demigod life is definitely a rocky road." She looked at Madalyne, "You did do a great job. Without you, we definitely would have had to fight the Chimera." She shivered not wanting to have to deal with its poison tail.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Washington, Train Tracks Again -> Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- It was another day before the train made a couple of other stops and for the most part things were uneventful for the train ride there wasn't any other monster encounters yet which was actually a good thing as well. Madalyne spent some time reading one of her books that she had brought with her. She was still on alert when the train made its next stop, she was starting to get really bored being in the train again, and it would be really nice to stretch out and move a bit. The weather was starting to turn bad though as there were a few thunder clouds rolling in now as well. Madalyne stretched out slightly as she stood up looking over at Nancy and Niah. "So should we go out and stretch out a little bit?" Madalyne asked, as she decided to go and get some fresh air as well. Making her way over onto the train platform, there she noticed a map and went over to look at it. They weren't to far from Fargo which was a good thing, though they would have to travel over on foot or find some kind of transportation from there.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: Sleight of Hand --- --- Nancy's legs felt stiff. She had chewed her way through almost her entire pack of bubblegum. She had even looked through the drawings on all of her tarot cards out of sheer boredom. The train didn't have any sort of instant entertainment. All she had to do was to talk with Niah and Madalyne (which was rather fun, but she couldn't fill all of the time constantly talking with them) or staring out the window at the scenery that blurred on by. She had spent decades in a place where time stood still and now, on a train speeding towards their destination, Nancy was beginning to chaff at the inactivity. When they were just a few stops from their destination and the train came to a rest stop, Nancy instantly leapt up out of her seat, thrilled to be able to stretch her legs. They could probably buy some more food with the rest of the cash she had "borrowed" earlier - but first things first, Niah needed a phone. A smart phone. She still didn't get how those small buttons were usable, but that wasn't her problem. She went into the aisle and was about to bump into a businessman, when he turned and saw her going for his pocket. "What the hell are you doing?" he said, clearly annoyed. Nancy thought on her feet. She could have been a child of Mercury. "Argh, I'm... I'm so sorry... Is it... is it hot in here?" she mumbled weakly, stumbling forward as she pulled off a near perfect performance, acting as if she had been caught by a dizzying fainting spell and was not trying to pickpocket the passenger. Her plan was to get enough people asking what they could do to help, ask to borrow a phone to contact her parents so they could bring her some medicine when they picked her up at her stop in Fargo, and then pass along the phone to her sister, Niah, to contact them. "H-help..." she gasped, about to hit the floor.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah had finished her book. So that left her with not much to do when the conversation died. She also drew in her sketchbook. A quick sketch of both Mads and Nancy. She put the date at the top of the page. Niah had struggled a bit with the sketch but was able to turn it around to something decent. She wasn't certain she would share it with anyone though. Only Nancy and Mads if they asked to see it. When the train came to a stop and they had some time to stretch Niah was happy to take advantage of it. Her leg was cramped from being curled under her other leg. "Gods yes." Niah said shoving her stuff into her bag and then leaving the train with the pair of them. Niah was surprised when Nancy feigned fainting, and for a moment she was caught up in the lie that she caught Nancy trying to make sure she was okay. "Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?" Those who knew Niah would know that until Nancy was asking for the phone to call their parents Niah looked like she believed something was wrong with Nancy, but then her face contorted slightly and she coughed. She didn't add to the lie.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- The buinsess guy looked at Nancy a little bit confused at what the girl was actually doing, though there was a small crowd that started to form. "What do you need hun?" One of the passengers asked as she knelt down it was a woman who looked like she was in her late forties, and another passenger had some water and gave it to Nancey. Madalyne turned her attention towards her friends to see what they were doing, she instantly picked up on her friend, knowing that she was acting and quickly made her way back over towards them. "Sis, are you okay?" Madalyne asked and looked towards the older woman. "Do you happen to have a cellphone on you? Ours have died suddenly." She said softly as the woman nodded and dug into her purse before pulling out her phone and handed it over towards her, and Madalyne gave it to her Niah.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy started to have a coughing fit, before abruptly remembering that she was supposed to be having a fainting spell, not the onset of the next deadly plague. Her brief slip in performance though wasn't noticed, as everyone continued to more or less buy her act. She fluttered her eyelashes convincingly, trying to embody a weak little girl as best as she could. "Water," Nancy croaked. "I'd kill for some gods damned water." Madalyne had picked up on the con she was pulling and a phone was handed to Niah. Nancy roughly shifted herself until she was sitting back down in one of the seats, letting Niah have her hands free. "Thank you for giving my sister the phone to use..." Nancy said softly, trying her best to seem sympathetic to the woman she borrowed the phone from. She had no idea how long it would take Niah to look up the information she needed, but she hoped it was quick. Though Nancy also didn't know how long it usually took for someone to use a phone to call or text someone - cell phones made no sense at all to her and at New Rome, she hadn't really had a chance to learn. "Our parents are going to be so worried when they find out... My dad's got a fiery temper..."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: google --- Niah took the phone, nodded at the lady her thanks. Then stepped away from the small crowd gathering around her "sister". She pulled up google real quick and found two possible routes. One they would have to rent a car, and it would take eight hours. Or catch a flight. She frowned, pulled out her sketchbook, and wrote down the two routes real quick. Then deleted the search from the phone's memory cache. Niah then dialed 767-2676. She could only hope that their current area code this number worked in this area. There was a pickup tone and then an informative voice told her the time. Niah spoke quietly about her sister not feeling well and could one of their parents hurry up and pick them up. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time she hung up and turned back to the group. "Thank you." She didn't dare try actually lie. The fake phone call had been hopefully enough for her part in the ruse. And hopefully, if the lady looked at the number she wouldn't realize the kid who had borrowed her phone had called popcorn.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- One of the passengers nodded and headed over to grab a nearby water bottle from his pack and handed it over towards Nancy. "Here you go." He said to her as soon as Nancy took a drink from the water Madalyne handed back the water bottle to the guy who had given it to Nancy. "Thank you." Madalyne said giving him a smile, as she helped Nancy back up to her feet while looking at her two friends, by then the crowd started to dissipate and went off to do their thing. "Are you alright sis?" Madalyne asked, still keeping up the ruse until they were off the train, and Madalyne made sure that they were clear she let Nancy go and smiled. "So, what did you find Niah?" Madalyne asked looking over at her, since she knew how to use the cellphone better than the two of them they really should find the time to find out how to work a phone as well. This was another small rest stop and they had sometime before the train had to be boarded again as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy took a swig of water, looking grateful as she pretended to let Madalyne help her up to her feet. People were starting to leave finally, the crowd thinning, and the man she had tried to pickpocket clearly wasn't saying anything at all. The ruse had been a success and Nancy relaxed, loosening up. "I think I might've just gotten a bit heat sick or something," Nancy said, just in case anyone was still watching her or listening to what she was saying. She let Madalyne help her off of the train, only completely ending her act once they were off the train and out onto the station platform. "Thank gods mortals are so thick," she said with a sigh of relief. "Hope that didn't bother ya too much, Niah - the entire fibbing thing." They had been spending a lot of time in close quarters lately and she had more or less learned that the Oath Binder couldn't lie. She wasn't sure if it was Niah being incapable of it or if Niah just wasn't comfortable with it, but she didn't want to push Niah to do something she wasn't willing to do. "And yes, spill the beans."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "It is okay. I avoided it mostly. I've probably told like two direct lies ever." She shivered slightly at the memory. "Right, so good news. There are routes to Mount Rushmore. Two of them. Bad news. One of them is a flight we can take. The other requires a car and an eight-hour drive." Niah didn't know how to drive. And had no clue how they would get tickets on a flight. Niah pulled her notebook open and showed them the notes she had jotted down. With the airport, they would need to leave from, and the turns they would need to get from Fargo to Mount Rushmore. It was a long trip. The flight would be the fastest, but identification and money would be required with a lot of security between them and the flight. The car might be easier to con from someone, which Niah didn't particularly like the idea of, but it might be necessary. "If we can get to a Western Union I can call my dad and see if he'll wire me money. That could at least take care of that part of it, but uh, I didn't exactly come to America via the usual routes." She had taken a flight, but her paperwork had all been temporary two years ago. She had been too young for any proper identification. No one had questioned her then, but now things weren't guaranteed to be so easy.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy grimaced slightly as Madalyne pointed out their lack of funds. They had some money left over from earlier, but that was barely enough to buy a meal, not nearly what they would need for plane tickets. She didn't know how to drive. Madalyne mentioned that she didn't either and Nancy was guessing that Niah similarly didn't. She really wished that they had gotten more money from the Legion before they left, but hindsight was twenty twenty. She paced back and forth for a moment, before she came up with an idea. "I can't drive... but how hard can it be?" Nancy asked. "However, I have an idea for the money issue... Everywhere demigods go, there's bound to be a monster, right? How about we poke around Fargo when we get there, find the biggest bad that we can, kill it, and then take all of its loot?" "Any monster worth its stuff should probably have enough for us to hire a cab or something - or even to buy a bus ticket to get there." She was vaguely aware that there was some sort of ride sharing thing on phones, but she didn't even want to consider how to use one of those things. She sensed that Niah wasn't comfortable with the plane option - that was another thing that had changed since her time in the hotel. Planes had so much more security now. "And if that doesn't work... We could pray to our godly parents, see if one of them is feeling nice."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- Niah would be okay with busking or asking her mortal father for help. She did have a fairly decent relationship with him. "Mine might send a boat or a surprise river." Niah shrugged. Her experience with her mother was limited. "But willing to give it a try when we get to Fargo. Both plans even. We do make a formidable group. I can draw attention to myself with the anger thing. You two could flank it." She was like Hulk but could make other people Hulk out. "I miss payphones." Niah cast her gaze around them making sure there wasn't anything for them to be worried about. She was hungry and sore from the train. Yeah, their trip had been, so far, not awful. Heck none of them had even gotten hurt. Though it was possible their ruse to get the phone might backfire, which was part of the reason Niah hated lies. They were dangerous if they got out of control. Heck, how would they explain three teens around the same age calling each other sister? Adoption? Foster care? Probably one of those. "I can't drive either if that wasn't obvious. Maybe we should ask for driving lessons after this. Like with real cars." She sighed, and shoved her sketchbook away. "But a cab or bus might work. We'd have to figure out what the bus lines and changes would be though. Though, an eight hour cab ride is really expensive I bet." Niah chewed on her lip thinking.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota Skills: --- --- Madalyne thought for a moment she wouldn't mind taking some pent up anger on some monsters, and see what they could manage to steal off of their dead body. She looked towards Niah when she suggested contacting her father to funnel some money to her, she wasn't sure if calling would be a good idea though they could possibly put him at risk to. "I mean its up to you if you want to call him Niah." Madalyne said, though it would probably be really nice for Niah to talk to her father, they weren't to far from Fargo now which was a good thing as well. "So, lure some monsters to us, kick their asses and then pawn off whatever they got sounds easy enough." Madalyne said giving them two a smile, though she wasn't sure what they could actually get or how much something would be worth, cyclops were pretty easy to come by and they did tend to have a lot of junk as well that they could try and sell off. "Though i'd be safer taking a bus or something rather then having any of us driving, but I would be down for driving lessons and getting a drivers license once we get back to Camp Jupiter."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amtrak - North Dakota Skills: Prophecy, Latin --- --- Nancy snickered slightly at the idea of a surprise river. She just had this mental image of them standing in the streets of Fargo, Niah praying to her mother, and then SURPRISE! Where there had once been an office building was now a river with a little yellow inflatable raft that somehow went all the way to Mount Rushmore. For whatever reason in her imagination, the boat was manned by a beaver dressed up in a rain coat and galoshes as well. "Can I just say, I think we were really too quick to dismiss this surprise river plan? I think it's got real potential," Nancy said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "As for driving lessons - yes. I think we start small though with bumper cars. Highly educational." The daughter of Apollo then suddenly lost the mirth in her expression, as she sat down on the ground, her legs crossed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her deck of tarot cards. Nancy wasn't even really sure if she could trigger a vision - she hadn't tried before. She didn't like her power of prophecy at all, fearing that she would eventually end up some shriveled old Oracle - or even worse, a complete ditz like her half sister Alexandra. "hoc me odisse," she mumbled in Latin, more or less translating to I hate this. With her eyes closed, she tried to trigger a vision of some rich monster in Fargo. Nothing happened at first. Her fingers then felt incredibly cold and chilly, as Nancy felt some magnetic force pull her. She pulled a single tarot card from the deck in the upright position - the Devil. The card symbolized addiction, green, consumerism, materialism. Her vision flashed for a moment, seeing the den of a cyclops in the junk yard in Fargo, before it all cleared. Nancy's head was pounding like she had pulled an all nighter before an exam fueled by only skittles and red bull. "Urgh... When we get to Fargo, we need to head to the junk yard. There's a cyclops den there."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Amtrak train Skills: --- "Could do a combination of them." Niah suggested. She could get a couple hundred from her dad, which would be food, and then whatever they got from the monster they took out would give them the transportation fees. She did grin at the idea of a surprise river. Her own imagination about it was a bit grimmer than Nancy's. Since Styx was so tied with imagery of death Niah did not want to be involved in a surprise death river popping up in the middle of a major city. Assuming Fargo was a major city. With Nancy's vision, she nodded. "Alright we will take care of the junkyard, any extra cash we need to make it to Mount Rushmore, and eat, I'll ask my dad for." That seemed like a good way to handle it. She didn't want her dad to worry about her, but he did love her a lot and wanted her to be safe and happy. Talking with him was always an exercise in not saying too much. Even if he had had relations a goddess it didn't mean he totally understood his daughter's world. "And I get a new book." She held up her finished reading book.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Fargo, North Dakota, Junkyard Skills: N/A --- --- "Would you like the string tied around your ankle or wrist Niah?" Madalyne asked Niah jokingly as she watched Nancy starting to look for something, and managed to find an inflatable raft still in it's box. She started to look around for something and instantly found an electric air pump and smiled a little bit as she pulled it out of some junk looking over at Nancy. The plan was a little bit crazy and weird in her opinion but it also did sound pretty fun as well. "I like the weird and crazy Up idea actually." Madalyne said as she looked around for some rope, sadly she didn't find any at all. She was able to find a power outlet as well and plugged the air pump, then took the inflatable raft from Nancy and turned it on as well as hooking up the raft as it started to fill up with air. "So, I cant find any rope though we can do a flight test or something before we leave if you guys want."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy didn't want to have to go to a pawn shop if they didn't have to. She had a stubborn belief that everything they'd need to make Up happen could be found here in the Junk Yard - and that was almost entirely out of laziness. She didn't want to have to go across town, buy all of the rope in sight, and then come on back here to finish constructing the craft. The sooner they got the rope, the sooner they could get onto the next phase of the adventure - the fun stuff like slaying monsters, not the boring stuff of trying to engineer a ride. "I can find some rope, my dad's probably the God of Finding Things too - he really needs to pick something and stick with it." She started scavenging through all of the junk, briefly wondering if one day some demigod might be picking through her stuff and looking for something. Nancy hoped she didn't end up as an old lady. She didn't really like the idea of growing old - she wanted to go out heroically in combat - the more people who cried at her funeral, the better. She wanted to have the tragic death of a hero. "Found some rope!"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: --- Niah shook her head grinning at the idea of a string being attached to either her wrist or ankle. She didn't think it sounded like a good idea either way, maybe her waist if it came down to it. She didn't want a limb ripped off. While the raft was being blown up Niah put on part of the armor, just the armbands, and set to see if she could control the whole set of armor. At first, nothing happened. Not even her arms felt like they were going to lift off. Niah frowned. She wasn't certain if she just was failing at the task or if it was an impossible one. She cleared her mind and let herself focus on just getting lift-off. This time she got an unstable upward movement. At least she wasn't shooting up into the sky, practicing this inside was a good idea. That meant there was at least an upper limit to how high she could end up. Her third try was much more successful. She was able to get altitude and control. That meant it was viable for her to attach most of the armor to the raft and not have herself be in the armor. That was a relief. When she had finished that she started messing with the rope and the now blown up raft. Since it had to seat all three of them she wanted to make sure it would be stable and wouldn't just dump them if someone shifted wrong. That seemed easier to her than trying to get the armor to fly. In the end, Niah felt confident about the raft and armor set up. "I'm amazed. This might actually work. I think we should tie the armor to the edges of the raft rather than bundle it all together. That'll keep it flat, instead of pulling up to one spot. I hope. I don't know if anyone has done anything like this before so I can't say for certain if this will even work."</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Fargo, North Dakota, Junkyard Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched as Niah started to make a mini little flight test of the armor and smiled slightly that this weird little plan could actually really work. "I cant believe this weird little idea will actually work." Madalyne said giving a smile as she started to look around and managed to find a manual pump as well, the electric one would have been nice to bring around but that one needed to be plugged into a power source of some kind. She also managed to find several rolls of tape just in case that there was some kind of hole that would destroy their raft. "Just in case there is any kind of holes or leaks that could happen." She said as she made her way over and took the bits of armor and started to tie it around the raft so that way they could have something stable to sit on. Her tying job wasn't the best at all but Madalyne figured that it was going to be good enough. "I'm not sure if my knot tying is the best, but if you guys want to check and be sure that it's nice and secured to would be nice." Madalyne then started to slowly drag their weird little armor raft air balloon outside.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy took a bow as Niah exclaimed that the idea could actually work. "I'm a genius, a champion of Minerva in the making," she bragged. "All the gods look at me and go how very!" She wasn't exactly a humble person - nor a subtle one. She was incredibly excited that her idea was a viable one. She helped Madalyne to move their Up!Mobile outside, hoping that the winds would be favorable. She wondered if they would attract any sort of flying monsters - and that was a bit thrilling, more exciting than terrifying. She loved fighting and killing monsters. It was a great outlet for aggression. Once outside, Nancy went about inspecting Madalyne's knots. She wasn't the best at knot work herself, but she gave the ropes an experimental tug and found that the knots were loose. Nancy untied them and then did her best to retie them tightly, giving them a good tug to make sure that they weren't about to come loose and send them all falling out from the sky. "There, should be good to go, if you wouldn't mind giving the knots a third check, Niah?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota Skills: Knot checking, Armor control??? --- Niah laughed at Nancy's antics. She knew Nancy wasn't humble, but her actions were just so over the top it could only be funny. Niah nodded and followed behind Nancy triple checking the knots. She felt like they were as sturdy as they were going to get them. "Okay, get in." She said and climbed into the boat herself. Niah sat down in the raft. Her heart was thumping. Once Nancy and Mads had both climbed into the boat and comfortable Niah took a deep breath. She focused on the armor and getting lift, for a moment it was wobbly. Niah winced. She slowed her breathing down a bit more and relaxed emptying her mind. The raft stabilized. "Okay, where to? Straight to Mount Rushmore? Or land on a Macdonalds or something?" She asked as the after lifted more into the air. "Also Mads, up to you to keep us unseen from mortal eyes."</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne watched for a moment seeing a bit of fire coming out of one of the president's noses, which had a little bit of dragon poop on it as well which caused another blaze of fire coming out. Madalyne looked over at Nancy and laughed slightly and shook her head slightly at the comment about them being blamed for being potential terrorists. "Yeah I don't think that would turn out to well for the three of us." Madalyne said with a slight laugh as soon as their makeshift hot air balloon landed Madalyne climbed out of it and offered her hand to help Niah back up to her feet. "I think theres a place to get food over there." Madalyne said gesturing over towards the café that wasn't to far, as far as she could tell there weren't any people around in the area at all either. "And by the looks of it the dragon has been having a little to much fun defacing the mountains, and people probably fled the area to maybe." Madalyne said as she started to make her way over towards the café, as she entered it she noticed that there was a lot of food that was just left there as well.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Amphitheater - Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy applauded as Niah skillfully landed their flying raft. She once had heard that any landing you could walk away from was a good landing, but this one was masterful in her opinion. Not very many demigods could have boasted such a feat, controlling armor and using it to fly from Fargo to Mount Rushmore without incident. "That was so very!" Nancy praised. "If New Rome ever gets an air force, I definitely think you ought to be the one in charge of it. I wonder if you could fly to space with this thing... That'd be so rad. Can you imagine being the first girl on the moon?" Though, she had to imagine the title of first goddess had to have gone to Diana. She got out of the raft and did a quick stretch, having been sitting in the raft for a little while and she was feeling slightly stiff from it. The café Madalyne had pointed out wasn't too far away and tons of the food had been abandoned. Nancy was a little bit surprised more tourists fleeing the scene hadn't tried to bring their food along with them, but she wasn't complaining. She picked up an abandoned basket of food and popped a piece into her mouth, before holding it out to Niah and Madalyne. "It's free. Want some?"</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah took Mads offered a hand to get out of the makeshift flight-craft. With both her feet on solid ground again Niah felt better. She did a couple of toe touches and reached up stretching for the sky. "Next time is should be lawn chairs or something." She joked. Her stomach grumbled. Nancy's offer of the abandoned food was fine with Niah. She grabbed a forgotten basket of fries. She didn't dare try for the chicken, not certain how long it had been sitting unattended. "I wonder what the mortals are seeing the dragon as? The mist has got to be working overtime to keep them in the dark about it, but they still fled for safety." Her little bit of experimenting with the mist had taught her the basics, but she didn't know if there was a way to see what the mortals were seeing. Whatever it was it must have been terrifying. She considered the possibilities and all she could think of was some giant bird. Humans didn't have a lot of natural predators, not to mention flying ones. Maybe everyone thought pterodactyls had come back from extinction. Niah munched on her food and assessed what they would need to do. She'd probably have to put on the armor, or use it in another creative way to get them up into the air. She might stand an actual chance against a dragon as a small flying thing. Like an obnoxious fly. If Mads and Nancy created a distraction maybe she could just get the gem and they could get out of there without any fighting.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked at all of the abandoned food that was there, she was surprised that there was a lot as well, some of the food was already half eaten while some of the others werent eaten at all. "I wouldnt mind getting a bite." Madalyne said as she snatched a fry out of the basket that Nancy had offered her. She started to look around for a moment finding a drink station and quickly started to fill it up with coke, halfway before adding the other half with sprite and drank it. "I'd probably assume a gas leak of some kind, I think thats the usual excuse that most people would say." Madalyne said giving a slight shrug as she found an uneaten burger and quickly started to eat it, closing her eyes and enjoyed it as she scanned Mount Rushmore in the distance. "We might need climbing gear or something maybe?" She asked looking at Niah and Nancy.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded in agreement, finishing the abandoned food she had found. Unlike her companions, she wasn't picky when it came to eating cold chicken. She didn't really care how long it had been abandoned for - as long as there weren't flies crawling around in it, it was all good in her book. Besides, they ate way too much healthy food at Camp Jupiter. The coffee shop in New Rome was her main outlet for her cravings. It wasn't often she got genuine tourist trap chicken strips and fries. It tasted practically like fresh ambrosia. "I'd suggest we could take the Niah Express again, but I'm gonna doubt you're up for that, doll," Nancy said. She tossed her trash in the waste can, before looking around at the abandoned equipment the mortals had left behind. Most of it was fairly run of the mill stuff - bags of purchases from a shop, the occasional stuffed animal, a pair of cheap sunglasses. In the back of the restaurant though, she hit the jackpot. Nancy smirked, producing three packs of climbing gear. She slung one over her shoulder, carrying the other two in her arms out. "Did I mention how awesome I am?" she asked her companions. She had the ego of the sun god.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah finished her food. It was good to have something in her belly. It had been much too long since they had gotten food. She didn't talk much while eating, but once she was finished. She got a fresh cup and filled it with water and chugged the water quickly. Then she spoke. "I'd be worried about being spotted if we fly up this way." She nudged the collection of armor that she supposed she should put on. While Nancy wandered off she did just that. Of course, part of her worried the armor was cursed still. It was probably just waiting for the right activation. Hopefully, that activation wasn't a dragon's waiting jaw. When Nancy returned with the climbing gear Niah wasn't certain if she was more excited about that then using the armor to fly. Well at least if she fell off the cliff face she could use the armor to catch herself. She shrugged hoping that she could get the climbing harness over the armor.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne finished up eating the fries on the table she looked over at Niah and Nancy. "So, why do you Americans call chips french fries anyway?" She asked Nancy, it was always something that had confused her and why Americans called football soccer as well and football in the US was something else completely different. She walked over towards the trashcan and dropped her empty container of food into it, wiping her hands clean with some unused napkins that she had found on a nearby table as well. Madalyne watched Nancy walking over towards the back of the restaurant as she looked at Niah. A few seconds later Nancy came out with a pack of climbing gear and smiled, though she had never done any kind of mountain climbing before it always did seem like it was a lot of fun. "Thats perfect." Madalyne said smiling as she looked at Niah for a moment and thought. "I think Niah should be the first to start the climb, we attach rope to each other, if one of us slips we wouldnt end up falling maybe?" She asked looking at her two friends.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "Only a shrug? No standing ovation? Tough crowd," Nancy commented, shaking her head slightly. Niah's non-reaction hadn't really been what she was looking for - at least Madalyne said what she found was perfect. She'd just have to up her game a little bit more, she thought with a smirk. Maybe she would see if she could cause the dragon to explode by her singing. That would definitely cause their jaws to drop. She cared a lot about her friends and keeping them safe, but Nancy was also very prideful. She liked people being impressed and in awe of her deeds. It was the type of attention she wanted - unlike the attention she had received back in Vegas on the strip. "I think that's a good plan though - Niah first, she can fly as needed, and if we slip we'll just dangle from her," Nancy mused. "It'll definitely beat scaling things in war games," she chuckled. She hoped that neither of them were afraid of heights. They didn't bother her really. She wasn't scared of going up high - she didn't feel a sense of panic at the thought of falling. She had her own fears to deal with.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Sorry just thinking of all the ways this can go wrong." Niah explained and put the armor on. It took a moment. Once that was finished she put the climbing gear over it. Together it was a little awkward of a fit, but at least she knew with the armor on if she fell she'd be less likely to end up as jam on the ground below. "Alright, let's get this over with." She said, and started toward Mount Rushmore. The cliff was huge. She tried to imagine what it had looked like before it had been defaced by the white people who stole this land. "I wish I could have seen it before it was this." She waved her hand at it. "Do you think the dragon has been here since before white people made this a road sideshow? Or did it move in after? Maybe they woke it up?" She realized she didn't know how long dragons lived or how long ago Mount Rushmore had been made. That would have to be looked up later. It didn't change what needed to be done now. Once the others were ready and hooked up to her she started to climb.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "Scaling the walls during the war games is soooooo much fun." Madalyne said with a slight laugh and shook her head slightly as she followed shortly behind Niah and Nancy as well, looking up at the defaced mountain. "You mean before the dragon defaced it, or before the mountain became mount rushmore?" Madalye asked as she continued to follow until they were at the base of the mountain, looking up at the defaced presidents faces. She was born in the UK, but knew enough about the US after living in the states for awhile now, Madalyne then took the pack of climbing gear and started to slowly put it back on. "So, you guys ever thought of ever having a normal life or anything like that?" Madalyne asked mostly out of curiosity, all of the people that she cared about were probably already old or dead by now. She hadnt really aged since being trapped in the Lotus Hotel & Casino, along with Nancy to as well, she looked up at the mountain once more getting ready for the long climb.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy had no idea as to the answer to Niah's question. Her education hadn't exactly been stellar. Most of the things she knew she had learned from the Legion - which tended to be relevant trivia for fighting monsters and working with the gods, not the history of cultural attractions. "Beats me. I don't even know when this thing was carved," she admitted. Though, she guessed that it had to have been after America was founded, which didn't narrow it down too much. She guessed she also knew it had to have been made by the 80's, since she knew it had been a thing when she was a kid, so she had a period of a few hundred years to guess from. When they made it to the cliff, Nancy made sure that she had all of her climbing gear on and ready to go. She glanced over at Madalyne when she asked if they'd ever thought about having a normal life. "A normal life would be totally grody," she explained. "Y'know, I can never imagine myself growing old even. And when I think about dying and going to Pluto's domain, assuming I've been heroic enough and all, that never-ending party... bah, count me out. I'd rather be turned into a tree after dying in battle."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Before humans defaced it. I don't care about four old white dudes who had slaves." She shrugged. Looking up the cliff face her stomach did some flips. She had never thought she was afraid of heights but it was certainly seeming that way right now. Each time she had to rely on the armor she was about ready to throw up. Hopefully, she'd get used to that eventually. She started climbing after a quick test of the ropes connecting them. If they fell she'd hopefully be able to keep them safe. Keep them from falling. That was a lot of figurative weight. She breathed slow and low keeping concentration as she made the climb. Watching where she put her feet and hands. She had never climbed this high before. And she wouldn't have ever called climbing a skill. But being at camp made her more fit than the average teen at least.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Oath binding?, Odikinesis, Armor Control --- Dang harpies pulled Niah's hands from the rock wall and she started to fall. The first thing she did though wasn't trying to control the armor no it was stopping the Harpies from attacking. There was only one left. "I bind you by the River Styx to stop attacking us." She didn't feel the normal rise in power that she did when she bound someone by an oath, which made sense this wasn't an Oath. She went a different approach. She also had Odikinesis. A gift she never understood why she got. She was no child of Mars or to her knowledge a legacy of him. Sometimes using it had the opposite reaction the one Mars preferred. But she liked to use it to calm people down. To get them to lose their battle fury. And it worked. Now she could focus on the armor. But nothing happened. She was still falling. "Hold on tight!" She screamed. Of course, the fall was her fault. Of course, she was going to drag them down to their deaths because she couldn't control the damn armor well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mystiokinesis --- --- Madalyne watched as Niah started to fall once the Harpies were dealt with and Niah was falling and if she did then they all were probably going to fall to their deaths. She closed her eyes using her free hand and held it out to where Niah was falling, she started to concentrate as best as she could as a net appeared right behind Niah preventing her from falling any further. Doing her best holding on and controlling her magic to prevent Niah from falling again her nose started to bleed slightly. "I suggest you start flying again, I can't grip and hold my magic at the same time." Madalyne called out to Niah doing her best to hold on her hand started to slip and loosing grip. There werent any monsters coming again which was good then they could get to the summit as quickly as possible.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Mercifully, the harpies were all dealt with. They still had the gravity problem though, as Nancy dug into the side of the mountain, doing her very best to avoid the laws of physics. They really hadn't thought this plan through. She wasn't afraid of heights - she was more afraid of what happened at the end of every fall. Thank the gods that Mads was there, as she managed to stop Niah's fall, helping to prevent the horrible laws of physics from killing them all. "Have I ever mentioned to you how much I love that you have magic, Mads?" Nancy called out. They weren't too far from the top now. Nancy gritted her teeth and continued her ascent, climbing as carefully and methodically as she could. Even though they were all connected, at least if she was up on the top, she didn't need to worry about hanging onto the side of the mountain while trying to get the others to safety. Her arms were aching by the time she managed to summit and her breath was heavy. She made a mental note to put in a request for more climbing obstacles in the next War Games.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- Niah decided she never would go skydiving or any of those other extreme air sports. The feeling of freefall made her stomach twist painfully. Thankfully Mads caught her with a magic net. "Thanks." She gave a sigh of relief. Then turned her attention to the armor hoping to get back up in the air and over the cliff face. Surely fighting a dragon would be easier than scaling a mountain. She mentally laughed. "Remind me to work on my upper body strength." Though she doubted working on chin-ups would help if a harpy attacked again. Niah was able to get control over the armor again and flew up to the top of the cliff. She landed, taking a deep breath. That was an experience she didn't care to repeat. But the armor was useful and hadn't actively tried to kill her yet, so maybe it wasn't cursed.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne looked up at Nancy and laughed slightly. "Glad that you keep me around then." She said jokingly as she started to get dizzy once Niah had left the net and started to fly up again she dropped the magic net. She was feeling like she was about to pass out but managed to climb up to the top. As soon as she was on the top Madalyne rolled onto her back and started to breathe heavily, whipping away the blood from her nose. It always did happen when she overused her magic way to much or was concentrating on more than one thing to hard, she then rolled onto her side looking at Nancy and Niah. "Do either of you guys have any water on you?" She asked, she felt like her mouth was leathery from all that climbing and fighting as well to.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy nodded, panting a bit herself. "Work on your upper body strength," she reminded Niah cheekily, even though she was fairly certain it was something they could all use a little more work on. She was definitely going to have to lobby for more climbing in the War Games. If they were this winded after scaling the mountain, she didn't want to imagine how the poor probatios would have done. While she was a centurion for the First Cohort, she really cared about making sure that everyone in the Legion was safe. The Legion had saved her from the Lotus Hotel and Casino - they were her family, it was the least she could do. Nancy searched through her pockets for a moment, before producing what more or less looked like a flask. "It's not water, but it's nectar," she offered. She figured for the purposes of getting Mads' throat to not feel like sandpaper, it would probably do the trick - they were both liquids, right? And plus, a little nectar couldn't hurt after what they'd all just gone through.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "No water sorry." She said. She considered taking a sip of the nectar, but she decided against it. She hadn't gotten actually hurt. The Harpy had gone for knocking her off the cliff rather than hurting her thankfully. It looked like it would do Mads some good though since she was bleeding from her nose. She wished she had something for Mads to clean her face with. Even if it had just been some napkins from the restaurant below. "Are you okay though Mads? You've got a bloody nose." She said, uncertain if she felt it. Niah started looking around to get a lay of the land and what they had to deal with still before getting to the dragon. She took a slow deep breath. Focusing on planning and what options they had.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy caught her flask, glad to see her friend hydrated and healed, and she put it away. She hated alcohol, so the flask may have appeared to be something uncharacteristic for her to own. It had been her mother's. It was the only thing that Nancy still had of hers. She had issues with her mother - loads of them, really - but as her mother was long dead there wasn't much that could be done about it. She kept the flask anyways. It was useful to have nectar on hand as a demigod. Whenever she thought about it too much, Nancy reassured herself it was purely out of practicality that she kept it. "Beyond taking back the gem?" Nancy teased Mads lightly. She then frowned, thinking it over. "I guess the first question is - are we going to kill the dragon or just steal from it? I feel like we'll inevitably have to kill it, so maybe we can engineer some traps. Like... cause a large chunk of Mount Rushmore to fall on top of it somehow?" Nancy suggested. "Or I can scream at it until it dies, but that might take a while."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "I can distract it while one of you goes for the gem. Once we have the gem we can either escape or kill it?" Niah would be perfectly happy dropping the whole of the mountain on the dragon if it came to that. She wasn't totally excited about the idea of playing distraction for the dragon, but she was decent enough with a sword, and out of the three of them could fly which gave her an advantage that the other two didn't have. As long as she was able to control the armor...and more importantly it didn't turn out to be cursed. A part of her still expected something to go wrong and the armor to try to kill her. "Mads...Do you think you could make yourself invisible? Long enough to get the gem and get out?" Niah wasn't certain if the ability was possible, or if Mads had the strength after climbing. She still looked exahusted. "Even better if you can do it to both of you and you guys get in and out without being seen. Hopefully, the dragon doesn't have any extra back up." She looked toward their goal. They could sit and watch for a bit and see if they saw other creatures.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- "Lets bring the mountain down on him as a last option or if we have to absolutely fight him." Madalyne suggested as she thought for a moment and looked over seeing a few Harpies flying into one of the president's noses as another entrance. "Great this is also a nest for harpies it looks like." Madalyne said with a sigh as she listened to Niah she was a bit tired but she still had enough strength to keep going right now as she thought of an idea. "I have a bit of an idea it might be a bit weird." Madalyne said as she sat down for a moment and started to concentrate the three of them would feel a breeze going around them, and then three misty figures appeared behind Madalyne and then eventually detail came through as she managed to recreate mist versions of them. She stood up and turned to look at them then over towards Nancy and Niah and smirked at her handy work a bit proud of herself. "Hopefully these will work as a nice distraction, meet your twins." Madalyne said proudly. "I am using all of my concentration on the three of them though so I can't really use magic to make us invisible, so we have will have to sneak in while our mist clones distract our flying lizard buddy."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Audiokinesis --- --- Nancy pouted slightly. It would've been so wicked cool to drop a mountain on a dragon - especially one, as Niah had pointed out, that was basically racist. She wasn't very surprised about the lair being next to a harpy nest, especially after they had just fought a bunch of harpies just to get up here - it made sense. They probably enjoyed stealing things from tourists or whatever when they were around and Nancy doubted people were free climbing enough to make them relocate. Although, she did wonder - did dragons eat harpies? Nancy whistled softly, appreciating the mist clones Mads had made. "Damn, we look good," Nancy quipped. They just needed to sneak in now, take the gem, and then be on their merry way - quest over and done with. "I think I have an idea on how to help, quiet's never been my thing but..." she concentrated, and it took her a few tries, but she managed to soften all of the noises the trio made. Their footsteps would be quieter, their heartbeats a little softer, their breath more muted. She held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for them to be quiet, and Nancy began to sneak her way into the cave. Inside, she saw an insane amount of gold, as well as a dragon sleeping - and the gem!</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "Oh fine, we won't destroy the national monument to old white guys." Niah said, though she was amused. She didn't want to take off the armor considering it both offered protection and the ability to fly if one of the harpies or the dragon decided to toss her off the mountain. At least it only appeared that the armor was difficult to start using. She'd have to practice that...a lot. She followed beside Nancy and Mads into the dragon's lair. There was so much gold. It was enough to make Scrooge McDuck feel poor. She wondered if they'd be able to take some back. With that kind of gold that could buy everyone in camp their own...anything. They could buy a school bus, or even just a dang truck so people wouldn't have to hitchhike or catch trains for their quests. Though that was part of the point of a quest so the truck would probably break down or end up possessed or something equally impeding. She assessed the situation. Getting to the Gem would be impossible to do without making noise...on foot. She could fly over to it. Niah concentrated and felt the armor respond to her desires. She flew over to the Gem and picked it up. Touching it sort of set her teeth on edge. Like something was wrong with it. She looked at the Dragon hoping it was still sleeping. No such luck it was waking up. Niah threw the Gem at Mads, seeing that her friend was watching her. Mads caught the Gem and Niah flew in a complicated pattern trying to keep the Dragon's attention before flying over and joining the illusions of the group. "Run!" She shouted. It seemed like the Dragon was falling for the ruse. It at least didn't seem like it knew which group was which.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- The dragon stared at the two pairs of puny demigods in it's lair and started to stand up on it's four legs it's massive wings started to spread they almost were able to touch ceiling of the massive cavern. It started to roar rather loudly as it started to breathe fire, their only exit being sealed by a wall of fire. Madalyne caught the gem looking at it for a moment, feeling a really strange and dark presence coming from it hearing a whisper saying only she would be able to hear it. 'Release me now mortal and i'll give you all the power in the world.' Madalyne was about to run towards the only exit only to be blocked by the wall of fire, turning around to face the dragon, as it fired again, managing to easily destroy her mist clones of her friends. Madalyne turned to Nancy, it was a really risky thing they were inside of the massive mountain after all as well to. "Hey Nancy? You wanna try bringing the ceiling down?" Madalyne suggested it really was risky since they were inside otherwise they would have to fight the massive fire breathing lizard.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Audiokinesis, Daggers --- --- Nancy mouthed the word NICE as Niah flew on over quietly and snatched the gem. If they had some way to whistle and get a friendly godly ride, their quest would pretty much be done now. Unfortunately, the dragon was waking up - they weren't going to be able to skip the boss fight. Nancy sighed slightly, even though she was secretly pretty excited. Fighting a dragon was probably the most totally radical thing they'd ever get to do in their lives. She didn't know anyone at Camp Jupiter who had even seen a dragon before. Like a game of hot potato, Niah tossed the gem at Mads and luckily, Mads caught it. Nancy didn't want to know if the gem was breakable. The dragon started to rise to its full height, its massive wings barely small enough to even fit inside of the cavern. Nancy flicked her daggers into her hands and started off at a run, only to skid to a halt as their way was blocked by a column of fire. Nancy glanced up at the ceiling of the cavern at Mads question, shrugging slightly. It was super dangerous and could easily end in getting them all killed, but at least they'd take the dragon out with them. "Yeah, I think I can bring the roof down," Nancy said, sounding a bit nonchalant to hide her panic. She took a breath and whistled, focusing on the vibrations traveling up to the roof. A few cracks formed. Nancy curled her toes. She whistled again, knowing that they only had seconds before the dragon killed them, and this time a stalactite fell, pinning the dragon. It wasn't dead. Nancy then charged forward with her daggers, and stabbed her daggers into the dragon's eyes. "Die die die die!!!" Nancy shouted, her most fearsome of battle cries. Maybe the gods thought it was actually a pretty good one, as the dragon died by Nancy's hand.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: Armor Control --- "Damn, Nancy that was badass. Make sure you get the trophy." Niah said. She was laughing a bit as the adrenaline that had hit her system caused endorphins and all sorts of fun chemicals that no longer had any use coursed through her. She flew over to her friends. Her body shaking a bit. She felt like she might throw up at the same time she wanted to just run a mile. "Let's get out of here." She started for the exit. Mads had the gem. The dragon was dead. She paused. "We could bring back some of the treasure." They'd only need a little. Gold was worth a lot of money. "Also, do we think I'm going to be playing pilot all the way back? Or can we take a train again?" The return from a quest wasn't always as dangerous, and usually there was a quick way home since the return trip wasn't part of the quest usually.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: Mist Control --- --- "Well remind me to not get on your really bad side Nanc." Madalyne said with a slight laugh as she water the dragon dying at her friend's hands and started to walk over towards the body, and inspected it for a moment. Getting a bit of an idea she took out her sword seeing three large fangs still sticking out of it's mouth. She ended up removing the three teeth, handing the largest one towards Nancy and smiled towards her friend. "Here you go." Madalyne said as she handed one over towards Niah as well to. Madalyne stared at all of the treasure that was there, it kind of reminded her of the movie National Treasure the Legion could use the gold as well. "I wouldn't be opposed to taking some back." Madalyne said as she looked down at the gem, seeing a slight evil purple glow from it and a pair of eyes staring back at her sensing an evil presence coming from it she quickly stuffed it back into her pocket. "We should also suggest some expeditions senate so that the rest of the Legion can take the rest of this gold back as well."</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy was moving lightly on her feet even after the dragon's death, her blood pumping thunderously throughout her body. She felt like she had just downed seventeen coffees all at once, the caffeine going straight to her heart and sending it into overdrive. "Thanks, it felt pretty badass, not gonna lie," Nancy told Niah with a wide grin. She felt so incredibly alive. It was like the world around her was clearer, sharper, more in focus. She felt everything more intently, like her senses had been kicked up to an entirely new level. But mostly, she was living completely in the moment, her mind focused on where she was, the when and the now of it all. This was what Nancy did best - she was a hunter at heart. She chuckled a bit as Mads handed her a gigantic dragon fang - it was easily the size of her arm. "Neato," she commented, feeling the weight of it. "Yeah, taking some of this back would be rad, as long as we avoid anything that's cursed. Isn't that a thing with dragons and their gold?" Nancy asked. She vaguely recalled hearing some things about how it was bad luck or that misfortune would come, but if a little gold meant they didn't need to worry about Niah dropping them to their deaths on the return trip, Nancy didn't care about a minor curse.</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "It was badass and if I were good at storytelling I'd make it the best epic of our age." Niah said seriously. She grabbed a couple of handfuls of gold coins and put them into her bag. Niah shrugged at Nancy's question. She wasn't certain about dragons and curses, but it sounded plausible. Heck, she was still ready for her armor to turn out to be cursed. You could never really be sure. "We can go back to town and sell this at a pawn shop. Then we'll have the cash to get home." They could easily take the reverse trip back home. This time with less theft since they knew the route. She looked at one of the coins to see if she knew where and when it was from, which was doubtful unless they were Roman coins. Does Niah recognize any of the coins?</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "You were really awesome there, like seriously." Madalyne said looking at Nancy as she smiled towards her best friend as she looked around the room seeing the various gold coins, bars and other various things that were made of gold. "Maybe the dragon was friends with Midas?" Madalyne said jokingly as she knelt down and picked up a few golden coins. To Niah the coins were made of gold, but it looked like they were from various cultures, some even looked Mayan in origin. "I can see if any of it is cursed or not." Madalyne said as she held out her hands and chanted a small spell and looked to Niah and Nancy. "The coins arent cursed or anything, though i'd be more cautious on the larger stuff here." Madalyne told them as she filled some more of her backpack with the gold coins. "Lets head on out of here." Madalyne said as she took a moment and stared at the gem in her hand before heading out stuffing it into her pocket. She looked down at the ground below as she thought a little bit, she wasnt really looking forward to climbing down. "Maybe if you are up for it Niah you take us down one at a time?" She suggested to her.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy snorted slightly - she found it very funny how Niah shrugged about the potential curse, and then suggested they pawn the potentially cursed items off to some unsuspecting mortals. She had a tendency in her mind to see Niah as this pure sweetheart of a person, but every now and then she was reminded of how human - and even somewhat apathetic - her friend could be. "Love that, the mortals could use a good curse, call it an early recession or whatever," Nancy quipped. She pouted slightly when Mads declared that the coins weren't cursed - but that some of the larger items might've been. "Aww, rats. That's too bad." But hearing that it was all good, Nancy filled up on golden coins as well. They'd have plenty of money for a trip back to New Rome - hell, they could definitely afford airfare as long as they weren't ripped off. Nancy positively swooned at the idea of maybe even getting to go in First Class - the hot towels, the drinks, the little snacks, the leg room - it sounded absolutely divine. And calm. She'd never been on a plane before, having only really seen them in movies, but they seemed so peaceful and quiet. "I'll give you a nice tip," Nancy joked, holding up a gold coin to 'entice' Niah to carry them down - as if Niah wasn't also rich with gold at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah laughed. It was good to laugh. She was smiling as she headed toward the mouth of the cave. In a way, she felt invincible. Some of the coins she had grabbed looked familiar and were from all over the world and at different times. This dragon had done a lot of hoarding. "Feels bad to leave so much behind. Maybe we can convince the Senate to send a group here just to gather it. Obviously, leave anything cursed behind." She didn't take the coin from Nancy, there was no reason. She had no idea how much gold she had shoved into her bag, but she was not concerned about money at the moment. Maybe she could send some to her dad. He only had her baby brother, since her sister had disappeared and she had been sent to America. Maybe she could hire a private detective to find her sister? She let the pipe dreams play across her mind and then let most of them die. At the mouth of the cave, she tried to get the armor to lift her up again. Nothing happened. Stupid probably cursed armor. "Grab onto me." She told her friends. Yes, friends. There was no way around that now. Once they had a hold of her she focused on the armor again getting it to lift her and then out into the nothingness, before decending them back to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne filled up most of her pack with a lot of the golden coins as well as the strange purple gem into her pack as well to, before pulling it up. Her pack was pretty heavy with the amount of gold coins that she had taken, and quickly followed both Niah and Nancy out to the mouth of the cave. She smiled at the thought of getting a flight back to San Fransisco and getting a ride back to New Rome in style would be really nice. "I'm fine with seeing if we can get a flight if you guys want to do that, we just need to get to the closest airport." Madalyne said as she held onto Niah tightly. It didn't take to long for them to get back down to the ground again sighing slightly she really did hate heights as she looked towards her two friends and hugged them tightly. She snapped her fingers getting a bit of an idea to and looked at her two friends as she thought about a nice place they could rest in and some food. "Ya know we have some cash to spend now we could go to one of those really fancy and expensive restaurants and maybe a really nice hotel to my treat?" She suggested she wanted to treat her closest friends.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy thought for a moment, wondering just how much trouble the Legion would get into if they all went up to Mount Rushmore and raided the den of a dead dragon for gold. What would the mortals perceive through the Mist? She chuckled slightly at the idea. Whatever it was, it would have to be absolutely insane - which made Nancy want to see what happened, preferably with a cold slushie to sip on as she observed from a distance. "Aww, we can't ride Air Niah the entire way?" Nancy joked, holding onto her friend as Niah brought them safely down the mountain. When they reached the bottom, Mads told them her plan - a fancy restaurant and a nice hotel. Nancy hesitated for a moment. She had lived inside of a fancy hotel before - and it had been incredibly traumatic for her. She hadn't set foot in any sort of hotel since. The thought of sleeping inside of one made her stomach churn. She'd rather a shitty motel, if she were being honest - or maybe an RV or a trailer or a tent. Any of those sounded like good options to her. "Um, maybe not a swanky hotel... But a fancy restaurant could be fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "Well, Air Niah will be open for business again after some food and a nice comfy bed. I don't care where the bed is, as long as it is soft and has pillows and a blanket. Also, preferably doesn't have bed bugs." She really didn't care. As long as it was something resembling safe. She realized now that the fight was over she was bone tired. Though a part of her was nervous about trusting the armor for that long of a distance. It didn't seem to be cursed. She had been able to remove it and still sort of control it. So maybe it would be fine. But she also didn't want to become too dependent on it.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- An hour's walk to a nice shower and some food. Niah smiled. "Best get walking then." She considered taking off her armor but decided against it. She would have to carry it no matter what. Though she laughed when she imagined tying a rope through all the pieces and then having them fly over her like some metal balloon. "I vote a steakhouse." She had heard that the midwest didn't have good ethnic food. She guessed they could pull of a steak well enough though. "Unless we find a Chinese restaurant. We might have to find a pawn shop and exchange some of our gold for cash before we go to the motel or anything." She didn't think most hotels would take payment in gold coins. They were not in a D&D game.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- Madalyne thought for a moment as she looked through the maps app. "Well there are quiet a few steak places here it seems." Madalyne said as she looked towards Nancy asking how it worked and shrugged slightly. She was kind of amazed how the touch screen actually worked in the first place as well to. "I'm not sure how it works, but it's definitely a lot better than the phones that we grew up that were huge and attached to the walls." Madalyne said with a slight smile. "We'll figure something out and get to a pawn shop." Madalyne said looking down at the app, the closest town was Rapid City which was an eight hour walk away. "It's like an eight hour walk away from here to the closest town unless you two want to walk there. Or we can try and hitchhike our way over there." She suggested Madalyne didn't really like the idea of having to walk the entire way the hotel was probably the closest thing at the moment. She continued to walk down along the side of the road towards the closest motel.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy wrinkled her nose at Niah's suggestion of getting Chinese food - not that she had anything against Chinese food, she just somehow doubted there would be anything resembling edible and/or good Chinese food in South Dakota. "I second steakhouse. I don't want to get food poisoning by whatever Linda Smith has decided paces for a good stir fry," Nancy argued. However, they soon had bigger concerns as it turned out the nearest pawn shop was eight hours away, and the hotel was an hour away. The hotel was definitely not going to accept their gold. "Urgghhhh.... Why is this somehow harder than fighting a dragon?" Nancy complained. "I know no one hitch hikes anymore these days, but I'm voting in favor of that. Even if it's a monster driving the car, we can kill it and take it. And if it's a human monster, we tie them up and leave them on the side of the road," Nancy voiced. She was not looking forward to the idea of an eight hour walk before they'd have a place to shower and get changed, and most importantly, eat.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "We could set up Niah-air again." They'd have to go back and get the boat, but it was better than walking for eight hours. Landing in town might be weird. At least here at the park there hadn't been anyone around. Niah didn't think it'd be a good idea to steal a car. And they'd have to actually run into someone driving to be able to hitchhike. Other than the park she had no idea why anyone would be here. It was the middle of nowhere. "Problem with stealing a car. I don't know about you two, but I don't know how to drive. I don't have a license." She admitted. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know either. Or if they did have driver's licenses they were out of date. Something else the camp maybe should work on teaching. At least the older members of camp. Part of their training should be some survival skills.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne walked she started to think of a good way to try and get back home, she didn't want to have Niah pretty much fly them over to where they need to go that would be really hard on her. She also didn't like the idea of potentially falling to their deaths if Niah did get a little bit to tired after awhile. "Steakhouse works for me then." Madalyne said she didn't really mind of care she was pretty hungry anyway as well to. When something caught her eye as she heard a car driving up the road, when she noticed the symbol of Camp Jupiter decaled onto the door of a truck. Madalyne knew that Camp Jupiter had quiet a few veterans, and knew that they could help them out if they asked and quickly started to wave to get their attention. "Looks like we got a ride actually." Madalyne said as she smiled making her way over towards the truck, there was a slightly older looking man on his arm was also a tattoo marking his service to the Legion. "What can I help you all with?" He asked looking at the three girls.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "How hard could it be?" Nancy joked, as Niah pointed out she didn't know how to drive and didn't know if either of them knew how. Nancy's mother had never bothered to take the time to teach her how to drive, not that she had been old enough to do so before she ended up frozen in time anyways. But Nancy wasn't going to think about that place right now - nope, she wasn't going to let it ruin her good mood. And luckily, the universe seemed to agree. Nancy didn't have huge qualms about hitchhiking, mostly because it had been a fairly common thing to do when she had been growing up - people weren't as scared about it back then. And given that the truck had the decal for Camp Jupiter on it, Nancy didn't let a thought cross her mind that they maybe shouldn't have trusted this random person. "Gnarly. Love this for us," Nancy said, as they walked up to the truck. "We're on a quest for the Legion and could use a lift to the nearest town. Or if you're willing, the nearest train station - we can trade you some gold for tickets."</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Well, that was serendipitous. Niah smiled at the guy hoping he would take pity on them. She wondered what he was doing out here in what was nearly the middle of nowhere except for some defaced rocks. Maybe he had seen the dragon. She pulled out one of the gold coins from her pocket and held it out to him. It wasn't camp money and he'd know that. But he could exchange it for cash at any of those cash-for-gold places. If it was a special coin it might even be more than its weight in gold too.</s>
<\|description\|>Niah Bautista Niah Bautista Character Quote: Do you so swear? --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Oath Keeper Age: 14 Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003 Ethnicity: Filipino Birth Place: Manila, Philippines Godly Parent: Styx Legacy: Styx Cohort: 2nd Cohort How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2 Gender: Female Rank: Centrion Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah) Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin --- --- Appearance Height: 5'2" Weight: 130lbs Body Type: Petit Eye Color: Golden brown Hair Color: Brown Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors. She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter. --- --- Psychology Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know) Relationship Status: Single Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep. Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty Habits: Chewing her lip Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles Fears: * Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it * Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain) * Her sister being found dead...or worse Likes: * Her cohort * War games * Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp) * Traveling * Reading * Horse back riding Dislikes: * Oathbreakers (She loathes them) * Bad/bitter food * Itchy clothing * Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early) * Apples * Bad movie remakes of good movies * Fauns --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one) * Odikinesis General Skills: * First aid * Law * Botony * Horseback riding * Conflict management * Roman Mythology Combat Skills: * Short sword * Siege engine * Military tactics * Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies Magic Item: * Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother) * Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals. * Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins * Backpack * Current reading book * A notebook (with some sketches and notes) * A pen * spare hair tie * Advil * Chapstick * A bottle of nectar * * Possessions In Bunk: * Spare clothes * A secondary, non-magical weapon * A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom) * A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp * An extra blanket * A reading flashlight * Her next few books that she plans to read * Lotion * * * --- --- History Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath. Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that. Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter. How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda Extra Information: See Andy's cs I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- "We could set up Niah-air again." They'd have to go back and get the boat, but it was better than walking for eight hours. Landing in town might be weird. At least here at the park there hadn't been anyone around. Niah didn't think it'd be a good idea to steal a car. And they'd have to actually run into someone driving to be able to hitchhike. Other than the park she had no idea why anyone would be here. It was the middle of nowhere. "Problem with stealing a car. I don't know about you two, but I don't know how to drive. I don't have a license." She admitted. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know either. Or if they did have driver's licenses they were out of date. Something else the camp maybe should work on teaching. At least the older members of camp. Part of their training should be some survival skills.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- As Madalyne walked she started to think of a good way to try and get back home, she didn't want to have Niah pretty much fly them over to where they need to go that would be really hard on her. She also didn't like the idea of potentially falling to their deaths if Niah did get a little bit to tired after awhile. "Steakhouse works for me then." Madalyne said she didn't really mind of care she was pretty hungry anyway as well to. When something caught her eye as she heard a car driving up the road, when she noticed the symbol of Camp Jupiter decaled onto the door of a truck. Madalyne knew that Camp Jupiter had quiet a few veterans, and knew that they could help them out if they asked and quickly started to wave to get their attention. "Looks like we got a ride actually." Madalyne said as she smiled making her way over towards the truck, there was a slightly older looking man on his arm was also a tattoo marking his service to the Legion. "What can I help you all with?" He asked looking at the three girls.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- "How hard could it be?" Nancy joked, as Niah pointed out she didn't know how to drive and didn't know if either of them knew how. Nancy's mother had never bothered to take the time to teach her how to drive, not that she had been old enough to do so before she ended up frozen in time anyways. But Nancy wasn't going to think about that place right now - nope, she wasn't going to let it ruin her good mood. And luckily, the universe seemed to agree. Nancy didn't have huge qualms about hitchhiking, mostly because it had been a fairly common thing to do when she had been growing up - people weren't as scared about it back then. And given that the truck had the decal for Camp Jupiter on it, Nancy didn't let a thought cross her mind that they maybe shouldn't have trusted this random person. "Gnarly. Love this for us," Nancy said, as they walked up to the truck. "We're on a quest for the Legion and could use a lift to the nearest town. Or if you're willing, the nearest train station - we can trade you some gold for tickets."</s> <\|message\|>Niah Bautista --- --- Niah Bautista --- --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Well, that was serendipitous. Niah smiled at the guy hoping he would take pity on them. She wondered what he was doing out here in what was nearly the middle of nowhere except for some defaced rocks. Maybe he had seen the dragon. She pulled out one of the gold coins from her pocket and held it out to him. It wasn't camp money and he'd know that. But he could exchange it for cash at any of those cash-for-gold places. If it was a special coin it might even be more than its weight in gold too.</s> <\|message\|>Madalyne Lilian Crane --- --- Madalyne Crane Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota. Skills: N/A --- --- "We could use a ride wherever you can take us." Madalyne said to the veteran giving him a smile as the guy smiled at his fellow legionaires, and went to unlock the doors. "You might want to move the tools around and stuff though." He said as Madalyne nodded luckily the truck did have a row of back seats as she went to put the tool box in the front seat and her pack into the back of the truck bed. The veteran looked at Niah offering her some gold and shook his head. "Keep it, set your gear in the truck bed." He said once Nancy and Niah got in he started up the car again and started to drive. "Was gonna get some food, and then I can take you to the regional airport forty minutes away if you want that." He offered as Madalyne nodded she had taken the window seat. "Some food would be nice." She said as he started to head off to the closest restaurant. "So you ladies finishing on a quest or starting one?" He asked them. "Just finishing and trying to make our way back." Madalyne answered.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Amelia Parker --- --- ☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️ --- Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: N/A --- --- Nancy got into the truck without much hesitation, putting her pack into the bed just as Mads had. She took one of the outer seats, as the middle seat made her feel confined and cornered - a small vestige of her trauma that "blessed" her with its appearance. But she could manage it. It was relatively small as her triggers went. The man seemed pretty friendly, and he was part of the Legion, so Nancy wasn't concerned about him. Plus, he was driving them for free - she had noted how he had passed up on the gold Mads had offered. "Yeah, we killed a dragon. No big deal," Nancy humble bragged. "If you're taking us to the airport and don't mind trading gold for cash, so we can buy tickets, that'd be rad." Otherwise they'd need to make another stop before getting there. She somehow doubted whatever restaurant they were at would trade cash for gold. "What cohort were you in - and what's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Niah Bautista Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota Skills: --- Niah returned the gold to her pocket with a shrug. If he didn't want some of the gold they had, that was his choice. It wasn't all Roman coins, but if that had been the issue, she probably could have found some in the bags heavy with the gold they had gathered. Niah didn't mind the middle seat. She took it without complaint. Just happy to be in a relatively safe position. A part of her brain screamed it was a trap. But if the guy answered Nancy's questions, she would feel better about it. Her bag was clunky, but she kept it on her lap. She felt like the questions they were asking were the ones she wanted to know, so she didn't have anything to add. But because of the small part of her that was freaking out, watched him carefully. She wore a smile, so it didn't seem creepy.</s>
<\|description\|>Sarah Wayne Appearance: Stands at 5.28 ft (161 cm); she has several scars on her body from different animals Age: 18 Gender: Female Mount: Ceratosaurus (Onca) Occupation: Dinosaur veterinarian Specialized Skills: Knowledgeable in the areas of saurian veterinary and behavioral (though only dinosaurs); good enough with a rifle to hit anything in the 6-10 ton range in a vital area Items: - Owns a .700 Nitro Express mammoth gun (it's only thanks to a lot of practice that she doesn't knock herself on her ass every time she uses it), which was formerly owned by her father - A .22 caliber pepperbox for self-defense - Ammo for both weapons - A locket with pictures of her parents - Several kits of medical and veterinary tools - Various clothes Personality: Despite usually being a quiet and polite young lady, Sarah has something of a stubborn streak. Her parents raised her to be kind but firm, but she's not above fighting if she needs to. Despite her outward civility, she distrusts most people, and prefers working by herself or, better yet, with dinosaurs. When on her downtime, she likes to read, observe wildlife around her, and write notes about them. History: Born and raised in the Midwestern prairie region, Sarah comes from a line of ranchers and farmers, though her mother was the town's only doctor. After school she would help her father tend to the livestock (Pachycephalosaurs and Psittacosaurus, to be precise). However, as the years passed, illness and predators thinned the herds to the point that Sarah's parents were forced to sell the remaining animals and their home, and move eastward. To help with money, she took a job as a veterinarian's assistant. After saving spare change for a long time, Sarah bought herself an egg, which hatched into a tiny (and very hungry) Ceratosaurus. Three years ago, both of Sarah's parents contracted Typhoid fever, and eventually passed away. After that, she moved around, finding work wherever people needed help with their dinosaurs. About six months ago, she received a letter from one Michael J. Horner, and she decided to prepare to head west. Other: - A fairly good rider when it comes to theropods and bipedal herbivores - Likes animals more than humans, and it often shows - She is very affectionate towards her mount Onca, to the point that one might think she was talking about a puppy when she talks about him - She knows she's short for her age, and if you point it out, she becomes very annoyed - A good way to get on her bad side is mistreating animals Name: Onca Species: Ceratosaurus dentisulcatus Appearance: Length- 15 ft (4.57 meters); Height- 5.5 ft at the hip (1.68 meters); Weight- 600 lbs (272.16 kg) Age: Seven years old Gender: Male Role: Mount, Guard Stats: * Size: ▣▣ * Strength: ▣▣▣ * Speed: ▣▣▣ * Intelligence: ▣▣▣ Special Abilities: Osteoderms on the back and neck provide a small amount of protection from some attacks; able to swim better than most theropods (though not as well as species like Spinosaurids) Other: Although not as bright as other predators, he is extremely loyal.</s> <\|message\|>Morgan S. Whittaker Morgan was up and awake this morning earlier than any other morning he could remember. Hell, he was awake when the farm's dodo crowed to alert them that it was the crack of dawn. For someone who was about to live-out their lifelong dream, he had an awful lot of butterflies in his stomach. The farmboy paced across his room a number of times as he ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath and releasing it with an even quicker exhale. "C'mon Morgan, yer a big boy. Bein a yellah belly sittin in tha dark an doin nothin ain't yer style...no ifs or buts." The large man tells himself as he shakes his whole body in an attempt to remove the feeling of fear, doubt, and anxiety. He felt a little braver now but his heart still hammered in his chest. With a determined look on his face, he grabs his favorite hat and scarf from the wooden end table beside his tidied bed and dons them. Now he felt a lot better now he had them on his person. Taking his pack, the redheaded farmer headed down the second floor of the farmhouse. Much to his surprise, his family was already up and about. His mother and sister-in-law were finishing whipping up some breakfast. His older brother and father were setting the table. And his niece and baby sister were playing with Bobo the Microraptor, the family's house pet. All of them paused what they were doing when they saw Morgan. "What's everyone doin up so early?" His father was the one to speak up and answer his question. "Well, we can't say goodbye ta ya if we didn't, now can we?" Morgan was moved. Only a couple of nights ago they were arguing and yelling at each other regarding the letter but now they were acting as if nothing happened. He could feel his eyes water a little as he kept going down the flight of stairs before setting down his pack beside his usual spot at the table and taking a seat. His family followed in suit. They had prepared his favorite foods for his farewell breakfast as this may as well be the very last time he would be sharing a meal with him for a very long time. They would share stories, memories, and laughter that would soon devolve into barely held back sobs and whimpers as they finished their meals. With a heavy heart, Morgan grabbed his pack and stood up from the table. His mother was wailing into his father's shoulder as he tried his best to console her through his own tears. His brother was keeping a convincing brave face but he could see a tear or two running down ol' Henry's face. His niece and baby sister, however, were bawling their eyes out and clinging onto Morgan for what seemed for dear life. They would be the straw that would break the proverbial camel's back as Morgan broke down into a blubbering mess as he hugged them both tightly and promising that he'd send letters as much as he can while traveling Westward. The rest of the Whittaker clan failed to resist giving the youngest son and brother one last hug and followed in suit to join the messy noisy goodbye. So much for him steeling himself to make things a clean and quiet exit...he was almost sure they'd wake up the dead with all the racket they caused. The initial plan of leaving before his family knew he was gone crashed and burned magnificently in a mess of tears, wailing, good food, and near incoherent goodbyes, well wishes, and words of affection. The farmer may have left a little later and a lot more disheveled than he would like to admit, but he also left feeling more confident than ever and even more driven to succeed in his endeavor to the West. He felt like he could take on the world and actually win.</s> <\|message\|>Ransom Heath Burke The night that the letters were sent out, Ransom Burke remained in the cell that had been set aside for him following his testimony. Two weeks ago, he'd been arrested at his favorite local pub. Only now were the last remnants of his facial bruises beginning to fade. A week ago, he'd sold out the man he'd once considered to be something alone the lines of of best friend -- or, perhaps, brother. The plea deal was meant to give him his freedom, but this was nothing like freedom. With no semblance of witness protection in the city, he wouldn't last very long outside of these walls. Even outside of the city, he was certain he'd be tracked down and shot or slain or worse. Even this cell was becoming less safe with each day -- it was a matter of time before his other former associates took care of him to prevent him from ratting on them. And so the letter was something of a saving grace. Mail was typically delivered to inmates with no emphasis on timeliness, but the odd timing of the letter, coupled with the mailroom operator's own curiosity, eventually brought the letter to Ransom's cell some time after midnight. A knock on the bars startled him and broke him from his silent reflection. "Mail for you, Mr. Burke," the guard muttered, slipping the envelope through the bars and onto the floor of the cell. "Seems something important." "Thank you," Ransom rasped, his voice weighed down by disuse. He gave a quick cough to clear his throat as he opened the letter and lifted it to read. The guard hadn't made it far down the block before Ransom was up the against the bars of the cell. "You now! Go on, get that warden of yours!" Through a bit of shouting and waving the letter in the warden's face, Ransom found himself standing outside of the jail in the early morning as a guard was sent to fetch Pandora from the jail's stables. As the Gallimimus caught sight of Ransom, she cried out and pulled against her reins towards him. She squawked as the guard holding her tugged against her, and she quickly whipped around to snap at his fingers. In fright, the guard dropped her reins, and she darted forward, nearly knocking Ransom back as he secured his arms around her neck. Pandora plucked at his newly-washed hair as though to groom him as he stepped back and inspected her feathers in an equally affectionate manner. They'd done a piss-poor job taking care of her feathers, he noted, and he figured the first time they made camp, he would take care to groom her. Another guard had returned then with the belongings Ransom would take with him. A collection of guns and clothes and other personal effects had been gathered from the Burke household where his mother had held on to them after his arrest. Knowing she would convince him to stay, Ransom had sent a letter with the guard giving his best wishes to his mother and three sisters while detailing his plans to head out West. An empty promise at the end detailed how he would send for them when the time was right. In the mean time, Ransom situated his belongings and mounted up. He had a bit of a ride ahead of him to reach Talonwood for his departure. "Let's go, girl," he grumbled, pressing his heels against her flanks. The sun had begun to rise over the horizon now, and with it to their back, man and beast set off for the edge of civilization.</s>	<\|message\|>Sarah Wayne The young lady looked down into the stable stall, smiling as a mother Pectinodon cleaned her hatchlings up after breaking out of their eggs. Once dried off, they would each be a tiny, chirping fluffball wandering around the nest. Fluffballs with sharp teeth and claws, but adorable nonetheless. Their mother shot a nasty look at Sarah before baring her teeth. "Oh, you know me Cara," she said. She kept her tone low and soothing. "Been checking on you every other day since you laid that clutch. I'm not gonna hurt your babies." Sarah glanced at the nest. Out of twelve eggs, seven had hatched. The other five were either unfertilized, or the offspring within had died. It was sad, but it happened. She hopped down from the stool and headed out, where she was greeted by the dinosaur's owner, a man a little older than Sarah named William. Ran a hardware store in town. "How's she doin'?" "Well she laid that clutch a month ago, so right now, she's fine," Sarah said. "You have seven chicks out of twelve eggs, so I'd say if you want to sell them when they're the right age, you've got some work ahead of you to make sure they're trained properly. Mama's a bit protective right now, but I think she'll be more tolerant of you than me. Just make sure they're all getting the food and water they need. Remember: troodontids are omnivorous, so they need some leaves or fruit in their diet as well." William nodded. "How much do I owe you?" "Just send a Dryosaurus haunch my way," Sarah said. She waved over her shoulder as a large carnivore rose from where he was sitting, eyes glowing a golden yellow. She patted the dinosaur's snout. "Onca will appreciate it." She got up in the saddle, and headed back towards her home on the edge of town. It was a small property near a stream, with a small, single-room house, an outhouse, a storage shed, and a stable for Onca; however, the dinosaur didn't seem to like the stable, and preferred sleeping underneath the old oak tree unless it was time for acorns to drop. Sarah directed Onca towards the stable, where she took his saddle and reins off. She quietly sighed, stopping by her mailbox to see if there was anything. To Sarah's great surprise, there actually was. She blinked, surprised. It wasn't from the bank, or one of her clients. She'd have to read it in the morning. But for now, it was time for some rest.</s>
<\|description\|>Candice Rose Zahard Age: 82 Status: Regular Stats: Physique - Very High Endurance - High Shinsoo Resistance - Medium Shinsoo Aptitude - Low Position: Fisherman Special position: N/A Reason for climbing the tower: Freedom from obligation</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s>	<\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s>
<\|description\|>Nikola Age:122 Physical Age:18 Appearance: Height: 6'9" (206cm) Weight: 232 lbs. (105kg) Build: Toned Skin Color: Fair Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Facial Hair: Clean-shaven Manual Laterality: Left-handed Markings: Numerous combat scars around his body. Revealed Through Story Nikola is a prideful young man and a battle maniac like his grandfather, being obsessed with finding strong opponents. He frequently challenges people to fights in order to further his goal of being recognized by Baylord Doom among the canines. He can be extremely ruthless and violent during combat, due to him mainly relying on his baser instincts to fight rather than an actual combat style. Having been raised in an environment that encouraged strength and power, he developed a large belief in "might makes right." Driving him to hate people who are weak and inept, viewing them as trash. But likewise, he grows excited to meet many new people he deems worthy of fighting or anyone with the potential to be a strong fighter. Despite this, he can be very caring and sensitive, as he frequently follows his mother's tips and advice, in how he should treat his friends and allies. Making sure that he doesn't direct his more ruthless side towards them. Likes: Meat, Cute Things, Color Green, Tea, Friends Dislikes: Chocolate, Weakness, Color Yellow, Snow Quirks: Constantly paces around while thinking. Yells when fired up. Enjoys getting his ear scratched. Growling when disliking someone or threatened. Amplification Skill: Howl- A technique that uses a wave to maximize the effect on shinsoo. It sacrifices precision, but it significantly amplifies the amount of power of an attack. Regular or Irregular: Regular Physique: Medium Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: High Position: Wave Controller Special Position: ??? Reason for climbing the tower: To be recognized by Baylord Doom.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz woke up in a large dark room and stood up 'hmmm must be the first floor' he thought looking around. The silver dwarf only stood at four foot seven but while he could see crossroads as all of his kind he also had a anima talent which led him to get chosen by the tower. Looking around he finally saw Headon the floor guardian. Walking up to the dubbed "God" of the first floor Kaz planted his feet as Headon did his signature smirk. " Ready for your test? " the guardian asked Kaz. Kaz nodded and Headon smiled as a Barnacle Goblin appeared in a small box made of Shinsoo. " I sense some anima talent please control this shineuheh. " Kaz nodded and began to walk to the box. Walking to the box Kaz saw three paths he could take, one he could walk in the box and try to touch the Goblin and control it but that would fail. Two he could stand from outside the box and try using his anima talent but he saw that could fail too from the Shinsoo it's self. Nodding to himself as he went with the third path he stepped in the box of Shinsoo and punched the Goblin to knock it out. Once he did he placed a hand on it and closed his eyes suddenly the Goblin stood up as it awakened. " Walk around " he told the Goblin and it did. Headon smiled as Kaz walked out of the box of Shinsoo and nodded. " You passed the test welcome to the tower. ". Headon said as Kaz blacked out then woke up in a golden field. --- Aleck woke up to being surrounded by darkness . Everywhere he looked darkness " hmm" he hummed out. " I need some light" he whispered to himself and had his pocket turn to visible mode. He then stood up as he heard clapping and looked to see the floor administrator walking up to him with a shark like grin on his face and one eye looking out at him from the side of his head. " Impressive but sadly that is not your test" Headon said with clear amusement as he walked up to Aleck. " oh no no you need a test fit for a Khun" the rabbit said mockingly. A determined look came into Alecks eyes when he heard the way Headon said prince " Then give me one rabbit" Aleck said quietly but firmly as he looked at Headon. " gladly" Headon said as he spun his baton like staff. After a few quick hand motions a target appeared a ways away that was made entirely of thick ice. " you are a child of Khun let me see you throw a spear through that ice you have ten minutes starting now " Headon said smirking. " Ok rabbit I'll try" Aleck said frowning . That ice was thick he would have to have a large concentration of heat in a small space. Thinking about what he could do Aleck suddenly remembered how some of his family members could make a spear out of lighting too bad he couldn't do that but he did have a blue spear. "Well I should just be able to throw it through. be whispered to himself before walking a bit further away from the target. " Ok let's do this" he told himself and brought up his arms inventory and grabbed his spear , it was of medium length for throwing and up close combat Aleck then ran a few feet away from the ice block . Drawing his arm back Aleck took a few running steps then threw the spear with all his might . Soaring through the air the spear went through the middle of the ice with a crack the spear wobbled as it was stuck in the ice but had caused cracks and fractures around the middle. Smirking in surprise headon slowly clapped " Good job little Khun welcome to the tower" the floor administrator said as Aleck blacked out.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard Candice opened her eyes to darkness. An empty expanse stretched out above her to a high ceiling she couldn't see as she slowly came to her senses; a cold, stone floor beneath her back, dry and motionless air passing her lips with each breath, which was also the only sound she could hear. "The first floor." It was a statement, rather than a question. A reminder, as the last thing she saw before blackness overtook her vision came back to her; a white rabbit holding a golden staff with orbs at each end, appearing in the air above her home in order to take her away, to make her a chosen Regular. "Indeed it is. Welcome, Princess, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of meeting one of Zahard's chosen children." Turning her head, Candice could see the Guardian standing there, off to the side. He was partially hidden by the shadows, darkness falling over half of his figure to give him a mysterious and even sinister appearance. She pushed herself up to her feet and began to approach him, the closest thing Regular's like her had to a God, and stood before him. He was surprisingly short, as discounting the ears the top of his head barely came up to her chin, and bore no expression on his featureless face. "Can we skip the formalities? Just give me whatever test you have so I can get going." The slit at the side of Headon's head opened slightly, the gleaming pupil of one eye staring out at her in a way that made a chill run up her spine; it was not a gaze that held any amount of kindness. "So impatient? I get so many visitors, but so few of them are willing to stay and talk with me. I suppose there is nothing to be done." Headon walked passed her, Candice twisting away to avoid bumping shoulders with the Guardian and he paced to a random spot in the room, staff held behind his back, before he stopped and turned back to her. "Hmm. What kind of test should I give the Princess I wonder? A test of strength, of intelligence, of will? You surely hold all of these in abundance already, or else you wouldn't be here, would you?" I feel like he's mocking me. He probably is; what does a title like Princess mean to a "God" like him? "Give me what test you want; I'll pass, whatever it is." Again, that slit spread open, this time revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth in an approximation of a grin; albeit the kind if grin a predator gave a mouse before gobbling it up. "Very well." Headon pulled an arm out from behind his back and pointed his golden staff at empty air, a large, black ball appearing from nothing at the tip. "Break this ball and you pass." Candice eyed the thing suspiciously. "That's it?" She took a step forward when she received no answer. "Just pop this thing and I'm done?" Another few steps forward and she was standing directly in front of it. It was black, darker than any black she'd seen before, so dark she couldn't even see her reflection in it. "No time limits or other requirements? Just smash the damn thing?" The Guardian remained silent, saying and doing nothing as it waited to see what she would do. "Tsk, fine." Candice took a step back and raised her leg up, swinging her foot to the side in a semi-circle until it was above her head, before bringing it down like a hammer on top of the ball with all of the strength she could muster. The ball, in response, popped like a soap bubble as soon as she made contact with it, offering no resistance at all and leaving her feeling unbalanced as her heel slammed into the ground. The resulting crash was deafening in the empty expanse, continuing to echo for long, awkward seconds as Candice stood there, though there was not so much as a scratch on the floor itself. Once the sounds had all died down the Guardian finally moved, raising an empty hand and holding it palm up. "Congratulations, you passed!" Candice turned to the Guardian, anger and indignation warring with her better judgement as she directed her rage at the being of ultimate power before her. "Is this some kind of joke? Are you giving me an easy time because I'm a Princess?" "Of course not Princess." Headon spread his hands wide, holding his staff out to one side and an open hand with splayed fingers on the other, arms out as to encompass everything in the room. "When a Regular appears before me, whether they are the lowest of the low, an heir of the Ten Great Families or even a Princess, I just prepare a test that is equivalent to the value of their wish. That is the fate of the Tower Administrator." "Tsk." Damn Rabbit. So you're saying my dream is only worth this much? It's only worth as much as a soap bubble? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's just my selfish little wish after all. One more selfish wish to go with all the other selfish wishes in the world. "Whatever. I passed so send me up. I'm done here." Headon gave no other reaction after that, but Candice felt like he was smirking at her nonetheless as he sent her up.</s>	<\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s>
<\|description\|>Nikola Age:122 Physical Age:18 Appearance: Height: 6'9" (206cm) Weight: 232 lbs. (105kg) Build: Toned Skin Color: Fair Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Facial Hair: Clean-shaven Manual Laterality: Left-handed Markings: Numerous combat scars around his body. Revealed Through Story Nikola is a prideful young man and a battle maniac like his grandfather, being obsessed with finding strong opponents. He frequently challenges people to fights in order to further his goal of being recognized by Baylord Doom among the canines. He can be extremely ruthless and violent during combat, due to him mainly relying on his baser instincts to fight rather than an actual combat style. Having been raised in an environment that encouraged strength and power, he developed a large belief in "might makes right." Driving him to hate people who are weak and inept, viewing them as trash. But likewise, he grows excited to meet many new people he deems worthy of fighting or anyone with the potential to be a strong fighter. Despite this, he can be very caring and sensitive, as he frequently follows his mother's tips and advice, in how he should treat his friends and allies. Making sure that he doesn't direct his more ruthless side towards them. Likes: Meat, Cute Things, Color Green, Tea, Friends Dislikes: Chocolate, Weakness, Color Yellow, Snow Quirks: Constantly paces around while thinking. Yells when fired up. Enjoys getting his ear scratched. Growling when disliking someone or threatened. Amplification Skill: Howl- A technique that uses a wave to maximize the effect on shinsoo. It sacrifices precision, but it significantly amplifies the amount of power of an attack. Regular or Irregular: Regular Physique: Medium Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: High Position: Wave Controller Special Position: ??? Reason for climbing the tower: To be recognized by Baylord Doom.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s>	<\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s>
<\|description\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Age: 20 Regular Position: Spear Bearer Special Position: Dansulsa Physique: Very High Endurance: High Resistance: Medium Aptitude: Low Reason for climbing the tower: Individual fame NOTE: The broadsword shown is her weapon of choice, but she usually carries a spear.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard Candice opened her eyes to darkness. An empty expanse stretched out above her to a high ceiling she couldn't see as she slowly came to her senses; a cold, stone floor beneath her back, dry and motionless air passing her lips with each breath, which was also the only sound she could hear. "The first floor." It was a statement, rather than a question. A reminder, as the last thing she saw before blackness overtook her vision came back to her; a white rabbit holding a golden staff with orbs at each end, appearing in the air above her home in order to take her away, to make her a chosen Regular. "Indeed it is. Welcome, Princess, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of meeting one of Zahard's chosen children." Turning her head, Candice could see the Guardian standing there, off to the side. He was partially hidden by the shadows, darkness falling over half of his figure to give him a mysterious and even sinister appearance. She pushed herself up to her feet and began to approach him, the closest thing Regular's like her had to a God, and stood before him. He was surprisingly short, as discounting the ears the top of his head barely came up to her chin, and bore no expression on his featureless face. "Can we skip the formalities? Just give me whatever test you have so I can get going." The slit at the side of Headon's head opened slightly, the gleaming pupil of one eye staring out at her in a way that made a chill run up her spine; it was not a gaze that held any amount of kindness. "So impatient? I get so many visitors, but so few of them are willing to stay and talk with me. I suppose there is nothing to be done." Headon walked passed her, Candice twisting away to avoid bumping shoulders with the Guardian and he paced to a random spot in the room, staff held behind his back, before he stopped and turned back to her. "Hmm. What kind of test should I give the Princess I wonder? A test of strength, of intelligence, of will? You surely hold all of these in abundance already, or else you wouldn't be here, would you?" I feel like he's mocking me. He probably is; what does a title like Princess mean to a "God" like him? "Give me what test you want; I'll pass, whatever it is." Again, that slit spread open, this time revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth in an approximation of a grin; albeit the kind if grin a predator gave a mouse before gobbling it up. "Very well." Headon pulled an arm out from behind his back and pointed his golden staff at empty air, a large, black ball appearing from nothing at the tip. "Break this ball and you pass." Candice eyed the thing suspiciously. "That's it?" She took a step forward when she received no answer. "Just pop this thing and I'm done?" Another few steps forward and she was standing directly in front of it. It was black, darker than any black she'd seen before, so dark she couldn't even see her reflection in it. "No time limits or other requirements? Just smash the damn thing?" The Guardian remained silent, saying and doing nothing as it waited to see what she would do. "Tsk, fine." Candice took a step back and raised her leg up, swinging her foot to the side in a semi-circle until it was above her head, before bringing it down like a hammer on top of the ball with all of the strength she could muster. The ball, in response, popped like a soap bubble as soon as she made contact with it, offering no resistance at all and leaving her feeling unbalanced as her heel slammed into the ground. The resulting crash was deafening in the empty expanse, continuing to echo for long, awkward seconds as Candice stood there, though there was not so much as a scratch on the floor itself. Once the sounds had all died down the Guardian finally moved, raising an empty hand and holding it palm up. "Congratulations, you passed!" Candice turned to the Guardian, anger and indignation warring with her better judgement as she directed her rage at the being of ultimate power before her. "Is this some kind of joke? Are you giving me an easy time because I'm a Princess?" "Of course not Princess." Headon spread his hands wide, holding his staff out to one side and an open hand with splayed fingers on the other, arms out as to encompass everything in the room. "When a Regular appears before me, whether they are the lowest of the low, an heir of the Ten Great Families or even a Princess, I just prepare a test that is equivalent to the value of their wish. That is the fate of the Tower Administrator." "Tsk." Damn Rabbit. So you're saying my dream is only worth this much? It's only worth as much as a soap bubble? Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It's just my selfish little wish after all. One more selfish wish to go with all the other selfish wishes in the world. "Whatever. I passed so send me up. I'm done here." Headon gave no other reaction after that, but Candice felt like he was smirking at her nonetheless as he sent her up.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi RACHELI Rachel woke up to find herself sprawled on a cold surface which appearance was slightly odd, she stood up for a moment she was blinded by a golden light. Then the ight ceased and faded revealing a touch lit room, before her stood a tall guardian who seemingly looked nice but have off creepy vibes. Rachel bowed before the guardian politely, and looked directly towards the guardian. The guardian took a small bow, and looked down at rachel. "Welcome, you shall take a test dear."He said in a soft tone. " What test will I take? "Rachel asked. " Blow out the touches using your weapon, it must be one stroke. "He told her. " I'll complete this task sir. "Rachel relpied. " I wish you the best of luck dear. "He said smiling. Rachel took her weapon and slowly started to run in a circle slowly and began going fastef. As she ran faster she cut the touch tips with fire down to size as the flames flickered. Finally all the flames blew out and complete darkness surrounded her and she has an eerie feeling. " Well done! You have completed your test! "The guardians voice echoed. Light returned to the room and she could see the guardian now closely in front of her smiling. He held the hands of Rachel and placed her in her hands standing up. " You have passed, I hope you earn what your looking for dear please come back when you can. "The guardian smiled knowing that isn't possible. Rachel hugged his thumb and was sent up to the next level, first she waved goodbye to the guardian and looked up.</s>	<\|message\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Jae opens her eyes to find herself staring into an endless black chasm of a ceiling. Her ears twitch, reaching for any semblance of a sound as she finds herself instinctually taking in every detail of her surroundings. She stands from the cool, smooth surface, her spear twirling between her fingers. "The first floor. Where did he-?" Her voice is soft, almost a whisper as if she didn't want to break the silence that had enveloped the space. That is until her ears twitch in warning, and she spins and crouches into a battle-ready stance, to come face to face with the rabbit-like Guardian. "Ah, hello. It's been quite a while since I've seen a canine lord such as yourself, Gyeong-Hui Kang." The slit on Headon's face (if you could even call it that) spreads into a menacing grin, similar to that of a predator gauging how much fun it could have while torturing its prey. Jae might have shuddered, had she not been accustomed to his type. "My name is Jae. What's my test?" Jae relaxes, but only slightly, not trusting the Guardian. She shifts her weight to her back leg, casually holding her spear. "Quite the impatient one, aren't you?" Jae makes a soft growling sound. He better not be making fun of me. Headon's slit of teeth widens. "Alright, alright. Well, all you have to do is hit this target." A target of condensed Shinsoo forms and Jae squints slightly, considering what her plan of action could be. There's no way that a cube was her only test; there had to be a catch. And there is. As soon as Jae steps forward, the cube moves away from her. After making a small irritated noise in the back of her throat, Jae closes her eyes and listens to the Shinsoo move. After anticipating its movements, she throws her spear into its center, and the cube explodes. She huffs in annoyance. "That's all?" Headon shrugs, and the slit that was his mouth now stares at her. "You passed. Goodbye!" "Do you mean to tell me-?" Jae's slight indignation was cut off as she was sent up.</s>
<\|description\|>Runa Fulmen Age: 23 Appearance: Regular or irregular: Irregular Position: Scout Special position: Jeonsula Reason for climbing the tower: To learn the Secrets of the Tower, and bring them home. Physique: High Endurance: Medium Resistance: Very High Aptitude: Medium NOTE: She looks like a Red Witch, but she specifically is not one.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola Nikola woke up with a groan. His eyes adjusting to the light as he began to take in his surroundings, an empty expanse that's ceiling stretched so high that one could no longer see it and a cold stone floor with the smoothest texture he has ever seen or felt. Standing up from his 'bed', Nikola began looking around for the guardian that brought him, sniffing the air but finding no scent. Where the hell did that rabbit go? Nikola continued his search for the guardian, reading the flow of shinsoo, and trying to find any hints he couldn't see with his eyes. His ears straining to find even the simple drop of a pin. The young canine wandering around in a circle in the labyrinth-like area. Feeling impatient, Nikola simply began gathering some shinsoo in his hand and firing the blast toward a nearby wall. Surprised that his contract seemingly still applied to this floor and that the wall was undamaged. "Welcome, Nikola, it's been quite a while since I last had the pleasure of testing one from your species. As you can see the contract you're born under still holds some weight on this floor." Headon the rabbit-like Guardian of the Tower appeared before him, partially hidden by the darkness of the First Floor, the creature twirled a long yellow stick with two green balls at each end similar to a baton, before stopping and pointing it at him. "Are you ready to take your test child?" A sinister flash of teeth appearing on the slits on the Guardian's head. An almost predatory warning directed at the Regular. Nikola for his part simply walked forward and approached the god, the height difference becoming readily apparent as the two stood in front of each other. "Man why did you take so long? Come on throw whatever test you want." "So eager as always... Well then considering your capabilities." Headon began to walk toward an empty space, stopping at about 10 feet away from Nikola and tapping his staff once on the ground. Four pillars rose from the ground each covered in glowing crystals. "These pillars are capable of shooting concentrated blasts of shinsoo toward you. Headon began to explain as he pointed toward the crystals on the pillars. "Your goal is to either avoid all the blasts for 1 hour or disable all pillars. But you are not permitted to use your sight for this test and will have to rely on your ability to read shinsoo." Headon finished before throwing a blindfold with intricate runes sewn into it. Tying it around his face Nikola noticed that his eyes were entirely devoid of any light, merely the sound of his feet scraping across the floor reaching his senses. "There isn't even a tiny bit of light going through this thing huh?" "Such a handicap shouldn't be a problem for one who wants to be recognized by one of the True Canines." "You got me there, LET'S START THEN!" Nikola announced with vigor as he began to focus on reading the flow of shinsoo around him. A rippling wave coming towards his head, which he deftly avoided before sensing another one coming toward his back. The canine quickly dropping down to the ground, the wave passing above him. "Left. Right. Behind. Below, Above. Right. " Nikola continued to read the flow, dodging each shot with finesse even as the pillars began to speed up their assault. "Damnit I need to start going on the offensive I won't be able to keep this up if he starts speeding them up like this." Gathering a wave of shinsoo in his right hand Nikola dodged the next blast aimed at his head before accelerating his own wave to destroy the source of the attack. "Alright just three more to go. " The destruction of the fourth pillar having lessened the number of attacks, Nikola needed to avoid. Allowed the young canine swiftly destroyed the remaining pillars with ease. Each destruction lessening the strain of dodging on his body, until finally, he couldn't read any more attacks coming his way and promptly sat on the smooth floor. "Congratulations, you passed! Approximately 8 minutes and 49 seconds, impressive. You may now proceed." Headon commented with a slitted grin before waving his hand sending the regular up the blindfold falling in the spot Nikola was just sitting in.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi RACHELI Rachel woke up to find herself sprawled on a cold surface which appearance was slightly odd, she stood up for a moment she was blinded by a golden light. Then the ight ceased and faded revealing a touch lit room, before her stood a tall guardian who seemingly looked nice but have off creepy vibes. Rachel bowed before the guardian politely, and looked directly towards the guardian. The guardian took a small bow, and looked down at rachel. "Welcome, you shall take a test dear."He said in a soft tone. " What test will I take? "Rachel asked. " Blow out the touches using your weapon, it must be one stroke. "He told her. " I'll complete this task sir. "Rachel relpied. " I wish you the best of luck dear. "He said smiling. Rachel took her weapon and slowly started to run in a circle slowly and began going fastef. As she ran faster she cut the touch tips with fire down to size as the flames flickered. Finally all the flames blew out and complete darkness surrounded her and she has an eerie feeling. " Well done! You have completed your test! "The guardians voice echoed. Light returned to the room and she could see the guardian now closely in front of her smiling. He held the hands of Rachel and placed her in her hands standing up. " You have passed, I hope you earn what your looking for dear please come back when you can. "The guardian smiled knowing that isn't possible. Rachel hugged his thumb and was sent up to the next level, first she waved goodbye to the guardian and looked up.</s> <\|message\|>Gyeong-Hui 'Jae' Kang Jae opens her eyes to find herself staring into an endless black chasm of a ceiling. Her ears twitch, reaching for any semblance of a sound as she finds herself instinctually taking in every detail of her surroundings. She stands from the cool, smooth surface, her spear twirling between her fingers. "The first floor. Where did he-?" Her voice is soft, almost a whisper as if she didn't want to break the silence that had enveloped the space. That is until her ears twitch in warning, and she spins and crouches into a battle-ready stance, to come face to face with the rabbit-like Guardian. "Ah, hello. It's been quite a while since I've seen a canine lord such as yourself, Gyeong-Hui Kang." The slit on Headon's face (if you could even call it that) spreads into a menacing grin, similar to that of a predator gauging how much fun it could have while torturing its prey. Jae might have shuddered, had she not been accustomed to his type. "My name is Jae. What's my test?" Jae relaxes, but only slightly, not trusting the Guardian. She shifts her weight to her back leg, casually holding her spear. "Quite the impatient one, aren't you?" Jae makes a soft growling sound. He better not be making fun of me. Headon's slit of teeth widens. "Alright, alright. Well, all you have to do is hit this target." A target of condensed Shinsoo forms and Jae squints slightly, considering what her plan of action could be. There's no way that a cube was her only test; there had to be a catch. And there is. As soon as Jae steps forward, the cube moves away from her. After making a small irritated noise in the back of her throat, Jae closes her eyes and listens to the Shinsoo move. After anticipating its movements, she throws her spear into its center, and the cube explodes. She huffs in annoyance. "That's all?" Headon shrugs, and the slit that was his mouth now stares at her. "You passed. Goodbye!" "Do you mean to tell me-?" Jae's slight indignation was cut off as she was sent up.</s>	<\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Runa20 Years Earlier, Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements Outer Boundary "Mommy, what's that giant tower on the horizon?" A younger Runa asked, turning to her mother and pointing at the Tower, a look of childish curiosity on her face. Turning to look at her young child, Runas mother got a distant look in her eyes. "That is a place nobody returns from, young one. A cursed place, full of blood and death. Do not think of it again, there is nothing good there." After this brief exchange, Runa and her mother continued along a dirt path towards a shaded village and Runa, ever a curious child, swore to herself that she would visit the mysterious tower one day, although the village elders hoped she would forget her dreams as she grew. --- 1 Week Before Present Day Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements "Yes mother, I'm sure I'm going. I have to find out what is truly within that tower! You said it yourself, nobody in the village has even been near the thing in ages!!!" Runa said, almost shouting with frustration at her mother's worried attitude as she packed a bag with all she thought she would need, throwing it together in a chaotic mess of food, clothes and other supplies. "Runa, the ancient stories tell of only death coming from that tower. If you go inside, you might never come back!" Runas mother replied, almost whining and shaking with worry as she paced around her daughters' room. After a few minutes of this, and other similar exchanges, and ancient old man knocks briefly at Runas door before sticking his head inside. "Ah, so the rumor is true, my young student. You are leaving soon, as you so often mentioned when you were younger. It is a shame to see my most talented student go, but if that is the path your heart is set upon, let the blessings of the 5 elements follow you wherever your travels might lead. And do not forget to nurture the lightning within you, and never let your spark die." "Master! I'm sorry, I was going to come and say goodbye before I left... Thank you for all of your knowledge and assistance all these years! I hope to return here after discovering all there is to know about the tower. I have to know what secrets it holds, and why the ancient stories tell of nothing but death and flight for our people there. I need to know how true the ancient ballads and stories actually are." Runa snaps to a still, standing position for the first time since she started packing, and gives a formal, polite bow to the elderly man, before resuming her halted task. "Perhaps, though, you could share one last meal with the village before you leave, to give all of us something to remember you by, and to give you something to remember all of us by. The blood of the five elements should not go alone, even if it is only company in spirit." the elder said, with a respectful nod towards Runa and her mother in turn. "Yes... that would be lovely, and it would give your father and I another joyous memory with you, seeing you off like that." Runas mother left it unsaid, but all three knew that the village did not expect Runa to return. That night, the village had a massive feast, with almost everyone in attendance, that went on throughout the night. In the morning, seen off by her family and a few close friends, Runa left her family and village behind, possibly forever. --- Present Day Tower Doors, 1st Floor After a fairly uneventful week of travel, Runa arrived at a large, ornately carved set of wood double doors, the end of this leg of her journey. She resettled her pack and walked up to the doors. She reached up and pushed hard on both doors, expecting them to be locked, or at least heavy, and stumbled forwards across the threshold and falling onto her face. The doors turned out to not only be unlocked, but extraordinarily light given their size. As she was picking herself up off the floor, she froze, seeing a strange creature with an oddly pointed face staring at her as it sat, one leg over the other at a tea table, a delicate porcelain cup raised halfway to its mouth, and what could only be described as a look of perturbation and surprise on its strange face. Both parties kept still, frozen in that tableau for a few seconds before the creature set its cup down with great ire and stood, offering Runa a hand up and introducing itself. "Welcome to the Tower. I am Headon, the Administrator of the First Floor. If you wish to climb the tower, you must first pass a test equivalent to the value of your wish. Tell me, why do you seek to climb the tower, irregular?" "Wait... This is the tower? I just... got in? And you, Headon, what do you mean about wishes and tests? All I want is knowledge. I need to know about this tower and its history." "Then your wish is knowledge, of course, and to gain that knowledge, you must pass the test on each floor, until you get to the top, where any wish can come true. Now, to come up with a suitable test... Ah, I know! If you can shatter this cube within five minutes, you will pass my test, and can move on to the next floor." Headon gestures with his staff, causing a cube of solid, translucent blue material, half a meter to a side, to materialize nearby, hovering at about chest height for an average human. With a very If I have too shrug and roll of her eyes, Runa takes off her backpack, and surveys the cube. As she starts walking around, however, she quickly recognizes the feeling of the lightning pulsing in her veins, but it seems to be coming from her skin, and the stuff around it, the energy pouring into her body like it never had before. Filing this information away for later examination, Runa took her stance in front of the cube, centered her breathing, and struck. As her fist struck the cube, a blaze of electric power blasted out from her fist, shattering the cube and filling the room with the echoes of a thunderclap. Runa stared at her fist afterwards, momentarily stunned, muttering "I... I can do that?" "Ah, just as I suspected. Congratulations, irregular Runa, you passed the test. Good luck climbing the Tower." Headon said with a foreboding chuckle, as he waved his hand, transporting Runa, and her backpack, up to the second floor.</s>
<\|description\|>Runa Fulmen Age: 23 Appearance: Regular or irregular: Irregular Position: Scout Special position: Jeonsula Reason for climbing the tower: To learn the Secrets of the Tower, and bring them home. Physique: High Endurance: Medium Resistance: Very High Aptitude: Medium NOTE: She looks like a Red Witch, but she specifically is not one.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s> <\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang Ha-nul jogged through the fields, back bent forwards a bit, so he blended more easily within the wheat. He had seen some people killed from afar, and though he'd already checked the possible snipers' positions, he didn't want to get careless. Just as well that he did not; he heard a swoosh and saw death coming at him in a horizontal direction. Rang ducked, concentrated on the Shinsoo within him, and manipulated it in the familiar Body Reinforcement technique. He felt a zing in his head, and a responding hum from his muscles. Ha-nul could now process information quicker, more efficiently, and also react more promptly. His opponent, a hulking male in leather armour was already rising his weapon – a spear with a long thin blade at its tip; an odd choice that he hadn't thrown it – but Ha-nul was already closing in. The ruffian redirected his attack course with ease, Rang jumped over…his opponent grinned toothily, attacking from below, but the slim youth was already aiming with the hook– And the black curved weapon was plunged into the muscle-head, ripping through the neck. Ha-nul sailed past the enemy, his jump losing power, and descended into a forward roll. There was a loud thud behind him, and Rang turned to watch the unknown Regular as he gurgled to death. He released the hold on his Shinsoo control, and panted, a minor headache forming. His body trembled very lightly, but he clenching his weapon to stop it. He had killed before, and would have to do so again. This was the simple nature of survival. He couldn't deny the sheer rush of adrenaline at the action was pleasant, either, though he didn't take joy in the killing part itself. However, Ha-nul knew very well that hesitation would just doom him, and he couldn't afford that. So, without another look back, Rang proceeded. He took a look at the Pocket, and was surprised how swiftly the numbers of Regulars had plummeted. I did a good job surviving this far. Less and less should be targeting me, now. Still, Ha-nul remained on the lookout as he traversed the terrain. Not long after, he came upon a grisly scene – a group of people slaughtered. A group? Why were they working together? And why? Were they against someone who'd teamed up too? A careful inspection of the scene denied that possibility. The wounds on the corpses were all physical, and not too disparate. More importantly, there was only one set of bloody footprints leaving the scene. "Whew," he whistled, half-admiring, half-horrified. There weren't many individuals who were capable of such a thing. But these folks had made a mistake whenever they had targeted whoever they had; even numbers hadn't helped them. He kind of wanted to see who they had been so eager – or desperate – to kill. Oh, Ha-nul, no, no, no, don't let the curiosity get to you, you know what happens when you do… Even as his internal monologue warned him against such an action, Rang moved to follow the trail slowly. He froze after advancing only three or so meters, a sudden thought striking him. Wait, shit, what if whoever it is thinks I'm trying to ambush them? I gotta make them know I mean no harm somehow… Ha-nul pondered on a solution for a moment, then decided to announce his presence. It was a risky act, but he thought it has less chance of backfiring than just sneakily following the mysterious powerhouse. "Hey, competent slayer person?" he shouted the question as he let the tracks lead him once again. His gaze flicked left and right. Being loud like this was bound to attract any nearby others, which would be decidedly bad. "Want to team up?" he shouted. There, this would give anyone at least a moment's pause, right? "If you're looking for apprentices, I'd like to be yours!" he proclaimed. Though his black hook was sheathed at his side, Ha-nul kept one hand on it. No matter who he was facing, he wouldn't just roll over and die for them. Though he did hope he didn't have to fight…that…person. Ha-nul halted as he finally caught sight of the likely perpetrator. They were ominously familiar. Of course, it's a Princess. Fuck my life. Don't they just kill any commoners in sight willy-nilly. Dammit, Ha-nul, why'd you have to follow… The tense Rang peered at the redhead, unconsciously taking a step backwards as he kept his eyes on her. He knew instinctively that he shouldn't turn his back on someone so dangerous, nor let them out of his field of vision.</s>	<\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Why can I see the open sky if I'm inside the Tower? Runa stood where she had appeared, her backpack hanging off one shoulder as she thought about this conundrum, when a small device appeared and gave a brief announcement that could be clearly heard throughout the arena. "All contestants, welcome to the second floor Evankhells hell! The first test will begin right now. There are four hundred people on this floor, thin it to two hundred." Thin it to two hundred? Do they want us to kill each other until there're only two hundred people left? A moment later, she heard rustling in the grasses, as two people, twins by the look of them, came into view about five meters away. One wielded a wand, the other a long needle, of the type commonly seen in the tower. Master always said that the one who strikes first is the one who laughs last. With that thought, Runa charged the pair of fighters. The wand-wielding twin shot a bolt of shinsu at her as she charged, which hit her in the chest, leaving nothing but a handful of red sparks. These sparks crackled down Runas arm and surrounded her fist as she zipped past the swordsman and slammed it into the wand-wielders face, blasting him back as the built up sparks explode outwards from Runas fist. The man lay limply where he fell, his face smoking slightly. As she rounded on the swordsman, who had turned to face her, she saw, then felt, a massive wave of shinsoo break over her as she raised her arms to protect her face and chest, red sparks gathering on her arms and throughout her hair and crackling in her eyes, the hum of energy filling her ears as she looked around and saw bodies all around her, and a very tall man shouting and... waving at her? Runa wanted to get a closer look at the man, and jogged towards him, the lightning increasing her speed somewhat. Once she reached the man she gave him an annoyed look, hands on her hips as she looked up at the very tall man. "What do you mean taking out the trash? They may not have been very good at fighting, but they're still people."</s>
<\|description\|>Ha-nul Rang Age: 137 (appears to be in his early 20s) Appearance: Regular or irregular: Regular --- --- Stats Physique: High Endurance: Medium Shinsoo resistance: High Shinsoo aptitude: Low --- --- Position: Scout Special position: Dansula Reason for climbing the tower: Become officially adopted by the Hendo Lok family, which was offered to Ha-nul in exchange for him completing certain tests, challenges, and becoming a Ranker. Weapon of choice: A black hook. It would be about 2 meters long if it were unfolded, but its actual reach is cca. 1.30 meters.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Fulmen Runa20 Years Earlier, Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements Outer Boundary "Mommy, what's that giant tower on the horizon?" A younger Runa asked, turning to her mother and pointing at the Tower, a look of childish curiosity on her face. Turning to look at her young child, Runas mother got a distant look in her eyes. "That is a place nobody returns from, young one. A cursed place, full of blood and death. Do not think of it again, there is nothing good there." After this brief exchange, Runa and her mother continued along a dirt path towards a shaded village and Runa, ever a curious child, swore to herself that she would visit the mysterious tower one day, although the village elders hoped she would forget her dreams as she grew. --- 1 Week Before Present Day Outside the Tower, Village of the Elements "Yes mother, I'm sure I'm going. I have to find out what is truly within that tower! You said it yourself, nobody in the village has even been near the thing in ages!!!" Runa said, almost shouting with frustration at her mother's worried attitude as she packed a bag with all she thought she would need, throwing it together in a chaotic mess of food, clothes and other supplies. "Runa, the ancient stories tell of only death coming from that tower. If you go inside, you might never come back!" Runas mother replied, almost whining and shaking with worry as she paced around her daughters' room. After a few minutes of this, and other similar exchanges, and ancient old man knocks briefly at Runas door before sticking his head inside. "Ah, so the rumor is true, my young student. You are leaving soon, as you so often mentioned when you were younger. It is a shame to see my most talented student go, but if that is the path your heart is set upon, let the blessings of the 5 elements follow you wherever your travels might lead. And do not forget to nurture the lightning within you, and never let your spark die." "Master! I'm sorry, I was going to come and say goodbye before I left... Thank you for all of your knowledge and assistance all these years! I hope to return here after discovering all there is to know about the tower. I have to know what secrets it holds, and why the ancient stories tell of nothing but death and flight for our people there. I need to know how true the ancient ballads and stories actually are." Runa snaps to a still, standing position for the first time since she started packing, and gives a formal, polite bow to the elderly man, before resuming her halted task. "Perhaps, though, you could share one last meal with the village before you leave, to give all of us something to remember you by, and to give you something to remember all of us by. The blood of the five elements should not go alone, even if it is only company in spirit." the elder said, with a respectful nod towards Runa and her mother in turn. "Yes... that would be lovely, and it would give your father and I another joyous memory with you, seeing you off like that." Runas mother left it unsaid, but all three knew that the village did not expect Runa to return. That night, the village had a massive feast, with almost everyone in attendance, that went on throughout the night. In the morning, seen off by her family and a few close friends, Runa left her family and village behind, possibly forever. --- Present Day Tower Doors, 1st Floor After a fairly uneventful week of travel, Runa arrived at a large, ornately carved set of wood double doors, the end of this leg of her journey. She resettled her pack and walked up to the doors. She reached up and pushed hard on both doors, expecting them to be locked, or at least heavy, and stumbled forwards across the threshold and falling onto her face. The doors turned out to not only be unlocked, but extraordinarily light given their size. As she was picking herself up off the floor, she froze, seeing a strange creature with an oddly pointed face staring at her as it sat, one leg over the other at a tea table, a delicate porcelain cup raised halfway to its mouth, and what could only be described as a look of perturbation and surprise on its strange face. Both parties kept still, frozen in that tableau for a few seconds before the creature set its cup down with great ire and stood, offering Runa a hand up and introducing itself. "Welcome to the Tower. I am Headon, the Administrator of the First Floor. If you wish to climb the tower, you must first pass a test equivalent to the value of your wish. Tell me, why do you seek to climb the tower, irregular?" "Wait... This is the tower? I just... got in? And you, Headon, what do you mean about wishes and tests? All I want is knowledge. I need to know about this tower and its history." "Then your wish is knowledge, of course, and to gain that knowledge, you must pass the test on each floor, until you get to the top, where any wish can come true. Now, to come up with a suitable test... Ah, I know! If you can shatter this cube within five minutes, you will pass my test, and can move on to the next floor." Headon gestures with his staff, causing a cube of solid, translucent blue material, half a meter to a side, to materialize nearby, hovering at about chest height for an average human. With a very If I have too shrug and roll of her eyes, Runa takes off her backpack, and surveys the cube. As she starts walking around, however, she quickly recognizes the feeling of the lightning pulsing in her veins, but it seems to be coming from her skin, and the stuff around it, the energy pouring into her body like it never had before. Filing this information away for later examination, Runa took her stance in front of the cube, centered her breathing, and struck. As her fist struck the cube, a blaze of electric power blasted out from her fist, shattering the cube and filling the room with the echoes of a thunderclap. Runa stared at her fist afterwards, momentarily stunned, muttering "I... I can do that?" "Ah, just as I suspected. Congratulations, irregular Runa, you passed the test. Good luck climbing the Tower." Headon said with a foreboding chuckle, as he waved his hand, transporting Runa, and her backpack, up to the second floor.</s> <\|message\|>Khun Aleck Gelaro Kaz stood up in the yellow field as a pocket hovered in the air and declared. " All contestants welcome to the second floor Evankills hell!, The first test will be beginning right now, there are four hundred people on this floor, thin it and it to two hundred. " Kaz was stunned but gritted his teeth. " Damn hope I don't die" Kaz laughed nervously to himself. Kaz began to "sneak" around through the yellow field hoping no one would see him. Kaz kept "Sneaking" around until he was a boy with blue hair stab a regular with a short spear. " oh shit"kaz said then paled when the boy looked at him. " Wait wait! How about instead of killing me we team up I'm an anima? " Kaz asks hopefully. "Hmm sure why not I need some friends , names Khun Aleck Gelaro but call me Aleck" Aleck said quietly and shook Kaz's hand. "Khun huh? Did you pass the competition thing?" Kaz asks Aleck. Aleck nods " I don't want to talk about it but yes" he said and motions for Kaz to follow him. The duo walks around until they see another regular " Ok so distract him and I'll use my spear " Aleck tells Kaz in a near whisper. Kaz nods and walks to the Regular " Hey! Buddy you...you suck! " Kaz called in it wincing it wasn't his best insult but it would do. The regular growled at Kaz and went to attack him. Aleck smiled and ran up then jumped off a rock as he threw the spear he had brung to the tower at the regular. " right on" Aleck said as the spear hit the regulars chest. " got him" Aleck said smiling. Kaz smiled as well then a look of really? came across his face as Aleck passed out. " aren't the bloodline of the ten great families supposed to be strong?" he muttered as he picked up Aleck and carried him on his shoulders. Kaz carried Aleck to a small ledge and laid him there then eat next to him praying regulars wouldn't attack them.</s>	<\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang When Ha-nul Rang blinked his eyes open, it was the middle of the night, which was odd, because he usually woke up with the sun if nothing unusual happened. Gazing at the darkness, he realized he was looking at a ceiling, though it was a very distant one. "The Tower…" he whispered. "Finally," he sighed, and rolled into a sitting position. He looked down at himself, checking that his clothes and weapon were with him; they were. Good. Then, the so-called God appeared before him, as he thought he had in a daydream. It wasn't just a dream this time, though. The boy smiled eagerly at the Guardian, then stood up, now towering over the short rabbit-like being. "Correct, young one. This is the Tower. Were you truly in such a rush?" Headon asked, amused, and shook his head. "A common trait among the Chosen," he commented. Ha-nul knew he was being mocked, but just shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, we live long, but time is still precious to us, you know?" he replied with a smirk, his words carrying an undertone of 'so stop wasting mine', though the boy wasn't so arrogant as to truly state such a thing. He was more than willing to imply it, however. The Guardian smiled its characteristic smile, the corners of his mouth opening enough to reveal his sharp teeth. "Very well. To the test then. I'm certain you will appreciate the one-hour time limit within which you must complete the task," the God grinned mischievously, twirling its golden staff. "Your goal is to reach the center of the labyrinth," he stated, pointing to a wall. There had definitely been nothing but a wall there before, but suddenly an entrance to another area manifested. "The count-down begins once you enter the maze," Headon explained. Ha-nul blinked, observing the entrance, then the surroundings. "No clues? Information? A whole layout of the maze for me to memorize or a partial map of it?" he asked. The Guardian seemed to consider this with a hum, and answered, "One clue: Don't let the Barnacle Goblins impede you." The damned rabbit was still smiling, obviously enjoying messing with him. The young male pursed his lips, and strolled to the labyrinth's entrance. He stopped just before it, crouched into a low start, then dashed within, eyes roaming around, observing. The walls were high; he couldn't see where they ended, so jumping or climbing over would be unlikely. Ha-nul drew his hook from where it'd been sheathed at his side, and struck at the wall. As he expected, the damage was minimal; he would not be breaking through by any means. Keeping his pace, the youth jogged through, making turns on random – though he memorized each one, in case he had to backtrack. When he reached his first dead-end, Ha-nul was faced by a trio of agitated barnacle goblins, and he simply turned around, ran to the last intersection, and proceeded down another path, disregarding the creatures chasing him. He had to evade and jump over another duo of goblins, which was quite the close call. Thankfully, he was able to reach the center soon enough. The heart of the maze was a simple square room, empty besides a glowing cube with a timer. Ha-nul ran to it and tapped it, which stopped the count-down, and transported him back to the 1st floor. Ha-nul collapsed to the ground immediately, panting and sweaty. The rabbit stared at him complacently. "Congratulations, you have completed your first test successfully," it said cheerfully, though with blatant cheekiness. "It took you 18 minutes and 58 seconds to do so. Not too shabby for someone like you," he remarked, entirely unnecessarily in Ha-nul's opinion. However, the boy was too tired to do much beyond direct a glare at the being. "Hmm, as a gift for being such a good sport and learning your lesson, I will let you rest for 10 minutes before sending you up," the Guardian offered. "Unless you are still too impatient?" Headon immediately added a flippant query. Smartly, Ha-nul kept his mouth shut, resting his mind and body. The God nonchalantly paced around the 1st floor and after ten minutes, transferred Ha-nul to the next testing ground. The newly minted Regular found himself within a vast field of wheat. At least I can see around here, he thought grumpily. However, his spirit wasn't at all undeterred, and with a renewed vigour, Ha-nul took to jogging around, watchful for single targets. Seeing as the task was to halve the number of aspirant climbers, it would be best for him to run and evade powerful opponents, remove the weaker ones, and possibly team up with someone of at least equal strength or ability.</s>
<\|description\|>Ha-nul Rang Age: 137 (appears to be in his early 20s) Appearance: Regular or irregular: Regular --- --- Stats Physique: High Endurance: Medium Shinsoo resistance: High Shinsoo aptitude: Low --- --- Position: Scout Special position: Dansula Reason for climbing the tower: Become officially adopted by the Hendo Lok family, which was offered to Ha-nul in exchange for him completing certain tests, challenges, and becoming a Ranker. Weapon of choice: A black hook. It would be about 2 meters long if it were unfolded, but its actual reach is cca. 1.30 meters.</s> <\|message\|>Rachel Katsumi Violet nervously looked around and dashed through the field almost getting hit at by a spear. She didn't want to kill anyone so she played down in the field and was quiet trying to block out the screams and battle. Someone stepped on her arm and stopped to spear her before she rolled away. She stood and face the person. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to hurt you." she said crying. "I'll kill you easily crybaby."The person replied. He lunged and cut her arm a little before being stabbed in the stomach, violet carried his body further out. She held his hand as he began to slowly bleed out. Violet closed his eyes as he died and prayed for safe journey to the afterlife. Placing flowers around him she placed a lock of her hair, and took a lock of his hair. "Rest in peace, may you forgive me." she said walking away and placing the lock on her weapon tie.</s> <\|message\|>Candice Rose Zahard "Pl-please… let me go. Forgive me." The Princess watched dispassionately as the young man squirmed in her grip, his hands grasping desperately at her arm and wrist as he tried to free himself from her clutches. "Tsk. Don't beg, it's annoying. At least take this like a man." Her grip on his throat was unassailable; against her strength a normal Regular had a better chance of moving mountains than they did overpowering her, even with her fingers slick with the blood of his friends her hold on him was unbreakable. He seemed to come to the same the conclusion himself, as his struggles continued for a only a few seconds more before he seemed to settle for just holding on to her arm as either lack of oxygen or hopelessness set in. "You idiots are the ones who attacked a Princess. What did you think would happen?" Almost as soon as she had reached this floor, before she'd even fully digested the test they had been given, she had been ambushed by a group of men and women looking to take her out. Fools. How did that end for them? The bodies scattered on the ground around her and the fresh blood coating her boots and covering her arms up to the elbow were the only answer she'd get now; even the Regular in her grip wasn't talking anymore. She looked to her Pocket instead, the little floating orb showing the number of participants remaining, the number steadily ticking down as the Regulars in this test cut each other apart. "Plea… Princess, I swear myself to-to you. M-my loyalty. Let me live; I can be useful. Let me li-." The pleading cut off with a wet crunch as Candice's fingers crushed the neck in her grip like a twig. She didn't have time to deal with small fry like this right now; she'd wasted precious moments dealing with this trash and now she'd have to hurry to find what she was looking for. She released the Regular she was holding, letting his limp body fall to the ground as she walked away from the grisly scene.</s> <\|message\|>Nikola "Boring!" A wave of shinsoo broke apart a man's head, his lifeless body falling in front of Nikola who held a dispassionate gaze but a jovial smile. His hand in the form of a finger gun. "M-Monster... stay away. Please don't kill me." Nikola turned toward the crying woman surrounded by clumps of other regulars he had dealt with. Looking at her, Nikola couldn't help but feel disgusted. The scent of fear wafting around her was annoying and disgraceful, she probably wouldn't even be noticed by Baylord Doom amongst his many victories. He pointed a clawed finger towards her neck. "You know I hate people like you. Coming in oh so ready to kill me, but as soon as I'm tearing you apart you start begging. Your parents must be so disappointed." Nikola taunted her his smile never lowering even as he looked at her like nothing more than trash. Tracing a line across her neck, accelerating the shinsoo around her. The woman's face contorting into a horrified expression as blood spurt from her neck in a stream. Nikola merely waving his hand to form a simple coat of shinsoo to block his form from the liquid. His gaze turning towards the various regulars fighting in the fields of wheat to the west. Well I guess it's time to take out the rabble. Even if I sacrifice precision for more power it should deal with the unworthy good enough although those guys aren't worth many points. Amplification SKill: Howl Nikola began focusing intently on reading the minute differences in each current before picking and encouraging the flow toward a path to the various regulars. Forming a large wave of shinsoo in front of his mouth that became visibly bigger and clear. He unleashed the wave, watching as it began flowing forward and tearing through the field of wheat at an accelerated pace, the bodies of regulars in the way either breaking apart or flying away from the force it hit their bodies with. An explosion following soon after as the shinsoo seemingly hit a wall. Soon enough the dust began to settle revealing the various mangled bodies littered around the ground, most of the regulars who didn't have an ounce of resistance were dead but the few who did were merely in various states of injury, beginning to rise up and look toward his position. Still, Nikola was only interested in one person his gaze ignoring everyone besides the one inside the epicenter of the explosion. Huh... Well looks like I hit someone really strong, I should probably introduce myself? Nikola grinned at the thought the path of wheat having been cut gave him a clear view of this regular, a curvy woman with red hair and eyes mostly unscathed if not a very dirty from the dust caused by his attack. Raising his hand Nikola smiled before waving wildly with his right hand. "HEY SORRY ABOUT THAT! I WAS JUST TAKING OUT THE TRASH!" Nikola yelled nonchalantly like it was a normal everyday accident. Just smiling before he started walking towards her, the other surviving regulars seemingly running away in fear of getting caught up in a fight between monsters.</s>	<\|message\|>Ha-nul Rang Ha-nul jogged through the fields, back bent forwards a bit, so he blended more easily within the wheat. He had seen some people killed from afar, and though he'd already checked the possible snipers' positions, he didn't want to get careless. Just as well that he did not; he heard a swoosh and saw death coming at him in a horizontal direction. Rang ducked, concentrated on the Shinsoo within him, and manipulated it in the familiar Body Reinforcement technique. He felt a zing in his head, and a responding hum from his muscles. Ha-nul could now process information quicker, more efficiently, and also react more promptly. His opponent, a hulking male in leather armour was already rising his weapon – a spear with a long thin blade at its tip; an odd choice that he hadn't thrown it – but Ha-nul was already closing in. The ruffian redirected his attack course with ease, Rang jumped over…his opponent grinned toothily, attacking from below, but the slim youth was already aiming with the hook– And the black curved weapon was plunged into the muscle-head, ripping through the neck. Ha-nul sailed past the enemy, his jump losing power, and descended into a forward roll. There was a loud thud behind him, and Rang turned to watch the unknown Regular as he gurgled to death. He released the hold on his Shinsoo control, and panted, a minor headache forming. His body trembled very lightly, but he clenching his weapon to stop it. He had killed before, and would have to do so again. This was the simple nature of survival. He couldn't deny the sheer rush of adrenaline at the action was pleasant, either, though he didn't take joy in the killing part itself. However, Ha-nul knew very well that hesitation would just doom him, and he couldn't afford that. So, without another look back, Rang proceeded. He took a look at the Pocket, and was surprised how swiftly the numbers of Regulars had plummeted. I did a good job surviving this far. Less and less should be targeting me, now. Still, Ha-nul remained on the lookout as he traversed the terrain. Not long after, he came upon a grisly scene – a group of people slaughtered. A group? Why were they working together? And why? Were they against someone who'd teamed up too? A careful inspection of the scene denied that possibility. The wounds on the corpses were all physical, and not too disparate. More importantly, there was only one set of bloody footprints leaving the scene. "Whew," he whistled, half-admiring, half-horrified. There weren't many individuals who were capable of such a thing. But these folks had made a mistake whenever they had targeted whoever they had; even numbers hadn't helped them. He kind of wanted to see who they had been so eager – or desperate – to kill. Oh, Ha-nul, no, no, no, don't let the curiosity get to you, you know what happens when you do… Even as his internal monologue warned him against such an action, Rang moved to follow the trail slowly. He froze after advancing only three or so meters, a sudden thought striking him. Wait, shit, what if whoever it is thinks I'm trying to ambush them? I gotta make them know I mean no harm somehow… Ha-nul pondered on a solution for a moment, then decided to announce his presence. It was a risky act, but he thought it has less chance of backfiring than just sneakily following the mysterious powerhouse. "Hey, competent slayer person?" he shouted the question as he let the tracks lead him once again. His gaze flicked left and right. Being loud like this was bound to attract any nearby others, which would be decidedly bad. "Want to team up?" he shouted. There, this would give anyone at least a moment's pause, right? "If you're looking for apprentices, I'd like to be yours!" he proclaimed. Though his black hook was sheathed at his side, Ha-nul kept one hand on it. No matter who he was facing, he wouldn't just roll over and die for them. Though he did hope he didn't have to fight…that…person. Ha-nul halted as he finally caught sight of the likely perpetrator. They were ominously familiar. Of course, it's a Princess. Fuck my life. Don't they just kill any commoners in sight willy-nilly. Dammit, Ha-nul, why'd you have to follow… The tense Rang peered at the redhead, unconsciously taking a step backwards as he kept his eyes on her. He knew instinctively that he shouldn't turn his back on someone so dangerous, nor let them out of his field of vision.</s>
<\|description\|>Tamers Digimon</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s> <\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) An earthquake. God King Gilgamesh closed his eyes. It had been a literal lifetime ago since the incident. Out here in the open plains of the Digital World, earthquakes were less dangerous since there was no risk of anything falling on you, and being a four-legged creature, Gil wasn't going to lose his footing and crack his head open no matter how intense the shaking. So unless the earth split open directly beneath him, he was relatively safe. But inside a building, where tremendous weight could collapse on you, that was where the real danger lay. Gil reminisced about the moment of his death. Gil had found himself in a building in a strange new world. He had been quietly exploring his new environs when he found a child sleeping. However, another, larger digimon had materialized outside and went on a rampage. The violence and destruction it wrought not only woke the child, but caused the building to lose structural integrity and collapse. Gil remembered bracing his armored back to the falling rubble and preventing the child from coming to harm, but they were buried, and keeping the rubble from crushing the child had prevented Gil from doing anything else. The child was understandably frightened, and with no other recourse, All Gil could do was reassure the child. Yes, that was when he chose his name, formed of a random, stray piece of data that happened to be part of Gil's digital essence. He had to exude strength and courage, even if he was lying, even if he was in pain. Gil had introduced himself as "God King Gilgamesh", omnipotent and invincible, conqueror of nations. For hours, Gil regaled the child with made up stories of his heroic and awe-inspiring deeds, but always reminding the child that the most noble of deeds was helping those in trouble. Gil wasn't sure how long his digital body would last, as his strength was slowly sapping away and he could feel his final hour approaching. But his worries had been washed away as the sound of digging and rays of light began seep through the rubble. The last thing Gil saw was the looked of overjoyed relief on the child's face as rescue workers pulled him from the remains of his collapsed home. Closing his eyes, Gil felt his body dissipate into bits of data and return to the Digital World to be reborn. Gil opened his eyes as the rumbling dissipated and the swirling, churning sensation of vertigo in his stomach had subsided. Since then, he had spent his time training, until he had achieved his Armadimon form again. But he needed to be stronger. Last time, all he could do was delay harm, he hadn't been strong enough to rescue the child by his own power. And with all the chaos happening in the Digital World, it was time to step up and do something about it. But as Gil opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different place entirely. Apparently the vertigo had been from teleportation and not merely from the earth shaking beneath his feet. Here he was surrounded by shelves of books and several digimon. Several beings appeared through a portal, confused and disoriented; humans. From the looks of things, the humans seemed to be 'reuniting' with the digimon, which was a relief since that at least meant that the humans had some comfort despite their strange situation. Deciding to take the lead, Gil called out, "Worry not! We find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. I do not know what is happening, but I'm sure if we work together, we'll find a solution." Gil put on a smug smile in the hopes that confidence, albeit false, will reassure everyone present.</s> <\|message\|>Ogata, Taji Its alright, its ok, its alright, its ok! A mantra of sorts. An often repeated line that played endlessly in Taijis mind when life became stressful, words became too loud, thoughts became too red, when things in life became just that much heavier. It was a perpetuated state of mind spoken in a voice far removed from his own that had stayed in their mind since childhood. The event itself was so far removed it had honestly ceased to make sense, the therapy had clouded everything but the relief of rescue even now, but that voice remained. Every time that voice spoke the words it reminded Taiji that it HAD happened. It was real. They were real and they were out there telling him it was going to be ok. It was because things had turned out ok that they had become the safety blanket to Taijis mind. So it was today, trapped in the detention room. Despite his isolation at the school grounds it never truly stopped a dedicated bully from giving him trouble when the need to use a washroom became required. The calm words had stopped hands from connecting but not words from being shouted. Short tempered, Taiji had blown up relatively quickly as the usual problem called him names in the hallway and had caused a scene to the classes in session. "This sucks.." Looking up from his notebook, something was different. Very different. The calm just before a storm to Taijis reckoning. Another panic attack? But why! His heart was racing a single instant before the earthquake hit and he was thrown from his desk to the floor, all but throwing themselves down while the very building was tossed and crumbling. Crumbling. CRUMBLING. THE WALLS WERE GOING TO CRUMBLE! Taijis greatest fear was this exact moment, to relive the helplessness of being crushed by concrete. When the walls began to shimmer and what looked like an escape had come, Taiji didn't hesitate in the decision to flee. Grabbing his bag and rushing through the portal, they were dumped on the other side face down on the ground.. right in front of Armadillomon. That voice.. Looking up, terrified, Taiji saw Gil for the first time.</s>	<\|message\|>Tamers Trajan Node - The Auxillary Library Quiet in the Library! --- The Trajan node, A important aspect of the digital worlds upkeep. It forms part of the critical 'Genesis System'. The data within the Library acting as the 'check' for data during processing. If checked data doesn't match the records in the library it is summarily deleted. Similarly the books within the library cannot usually be opened by digimon except those with the correct authority. Thus the vast data within remains inaccessible. The Library is managed by Wisemon, A Digimon capable of appearing anywhere within it acting as both the custodian of the library and in order to easily navigate its colossal size. The Digital shift had placed you within the "Temple" section of the Library, very close to the central chamber containing the seven scriptures. This section contains historical records of the digital world, much of it just information data. Like temperature graphs or water concentration through the ages. However what is most important about this section of the library is the 7 scriptures of the Olympos XII, Assembled in Hierarchy order. They act as a foundation for the Divine Miracles of the Digital world. There are 12 Scriptures in total. This particular Library only contains 7 of the 12. The rest are scattered through the digital world in varying conditions of damage. Taking the shape of large unwieldy grimoires. These books are capable of performing something that is miraculous if opened in the presence of another Digimon as the pure data within can allow the temporary ascension of a Digimon to the next level. They are also the most important books within the library as a result... --- Fury of the Wise Wisemon, A Digimon with motives shrouded in mystery. The custodian of the Trajan node. A keeper of knowledge that records, Analyses and experiments with anything it comes across to expand the information it possesses. It is an effective Custodian of information both in its fairness of how it treats visitors and in how it values exchanges of equivalence. For what then would cause such a calm Digimon to become lose its cool. Someone had taken one of the Grimoires. The holy scriptures. The spoken words of the gods themselves. The core tenants of the mightiest. The greatest books in the collection. It invalidated his entire purpose as a Custodian. For a creäture of such strict logic and pride. The idea of being tricked was never considered. The Thief must still be here? They must. Wisemon cocked its head. Did it hear voices just outside this room? Its eyes shone with righteous fury. It lamented to itself of its failures as it began to process the information and formulate a plan. Intruders. Thieves. Scan. Find. Others. Anomalous Data near other Digital Fauna. Virus? Infection? Mutation? Unknown. Interrogate. Contain. TERMINATE. As it finished its line of thought it would step upon its open book and in an instant it would teleport in front of the gate. Behind the distracted anomalies and the Digimon. Analysis. There was a gate behind it leading to the perilous unknown, a realm of taboo knowledge certainly. It would turn to study the humanoid anomalies, No recorded Digimon that it knew of. Data seemed complex. Organic coding with a central programming network of electric impulses. Comparison with humanoid digimon would conclude that the head was a critical point of weakness. It immediately concluded that none of them appeared to have the tome on their person. They must had transported it somewhere. Wisemon couldn't leave the library. It would have to take prisoners. But it would be effective to only take one prisoner. The Anomalies seemed infinitely more interesting than the Digital Fauna present. So it would rank the capture of them over the Digimon. This entire analysis took place within a second. "01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111" It said audibly sounding out the binary for a moment in a monotone voice, its voice shifted pitches and tone. Settling on a voice that sounded like a hybrid of text to speech devices. "Intruders-Guests-PREY are not welcome within my Library-Abode-LAIR." It stated first. Always putting emphasis on every third word with an aggressive tone that only an angry synthetic voice could produce. Vibrations of static included. "My terms-conditions-ORDERS to prevent the immediate ending of your freedom-playtime-LIFE is that what you return the stolen Grimoire-Holy Scripture-BOOK immediately." Its yelling was filled with the rage of a being that had its very purpose challenged. "The stolen item is one of the 7 sacred relics of the Olympos XII. Capable of allowing a Digimon to bypass its natural life-cycle and rapidly increase its power in a short amount of time via a great intake of information. Should it fall into the wrong hands, Since it cannot be opened by a standard Digimon I must consider the anomalies are at fault." For that brief reprieve of when the voices were calm enough to speak in harmony it would lecture them why it was so mad. So these inferior lifeforms could understand. The calm wouldn't last long though of course. "It could bring an Extinction Event-Calamity-GENOCIDE to the digital world." It would finally bring itself to its closing and most threatening words. "Failure to talk-tell-SPEAK of its whereabouts will result in immediate TERMINATION. Failure to comply peacefully will result in immediate ANNIHILATION. Taking longer than allotted time of 10 minutes will result in immediate DESTRUCTION. Failure to close the rift at the end of the interrogation will result in immediate MACERATION." Safe to say, Wisemon was pretty mad.</s>
<\|description\|>Kuroko Iwami Holographic wings and halo sold separately. --- Age: 16 Appearance: Kuroko stands at precisely 157.5 centimeters (or 5'2"), and is of average weight for her age. Fairly athletic thanks to her club activities. She has a few scars on her body, namely a semicircle of what appears to be bite marks on her forearm; to cover these up, she'll wear a long-sleeved shirt or a jacket when outside the house. Personality: Generally kind and cheerful, Kuroko is something of a tomboy. She loves video games and action movies, as well as the occasional horror flick (though she outright refuses to watch ones where the killer is a human). However, she has one hobby that surpasses them all: survival game club (airsoft, for the uninitiated). History: Born in a small town in the Hokkaido prefecture, Kuroko's family moved to Tokyo for her father's work when she was five years old. It took her some time to get used to living in a big city, and while she eventually did, she always missed little things like stargazing with her parents, or visiting her grandparents' farm. When she was six years old, what would soon come to be called the "Yokai Incident" occurred. While out shopping with her mother, Kuroko was separated from her when a giant monster attacked. She hid in an alleyway for what felt like hours. Then, something else appeared: another, smaller monster with black scales and bright green eyes. At first, Kuroko was afraid that the monster would hurt her like the other one did. But this one only wanted one thing: the candy bars that the girl had in her bag. After eating all of them, the little monster was more than happy to sit with the young girl, even so far as letting Kuroko pet it. That is, until, yet another monster appeared. This one, looking like a large wolf with bladed claws, attacked Kuroko. What happened next is foggy in Kuroko's mind, but the little reptile that had taken a liking to her grew and changed into something else before attacking the wolf, but not before the monster managed to land a vicious bite on her forearm. After that, Kuroko blacked out, and woke up in the hospital with her parents nearby. To this day, she can't remember what happened after the wolf monster bit her, but she is thankful to the monster who helped her when she was lost. After she recovered, Kuroko returned to normal, though she often has nightmares and flashbacks to the Yokai Event. She's done her best not to let these affect her, but there are some nights where the nightmares are too frequent for her to sleep. Partner Digimon: "Buck" (BlackAgumon X) Other: - Can't stand spicy food - On nights she can't sleep, Kuroko can often be found playing video games or tinkering with her airsoft guns; on rare occasions, she may browse the web for information on the Yokai Incident - Though friendly, she doesn't have too many people she would consider friends Name: Buck (BlackAgumon X) Level: Rookie Personality: While certainly not the brightest of 'mons, Buck is incredibly loyal and hardworking. However, he tends to think with his stomach, which has led him into some sticky situations in the past; in fact, he probably wouldn't have been swept up in the Yokai Event if he hadn't been looking for something to eat. When hungry, he has a habit of biting people (though not hard enough to hurt for very long). As a quirk of having the X-Antibody in his Digicore, Buck tends to get a bit carried away in combat, to the point that, if he's not careful, he may very well exhaust himself all the way back to his Fresh form. Fresh: Botamon\|Bubbles (spits a weak stream of bubbles) In Training: Pagumon\|Frothy Bubbles (spits slightly acidic bubbles); Poison Bubble (spits a bubble laced with weak poison) Rookie: BlackAgumon X\|Pepper Breath (spits a fireball); Claw Attack (jabs with claws); Claw Uppercut (uppercuts with claws); Dangerous Bite (crunches down on an enemy) Champion: DarkTyrannomon X\|Fire Blast (breathes a stream of flames); Flame Snatch (grabs the enemy with flaming left claw and burns it) Ultimate: MetalGreymon (Virus) X\|Pandemic Destroyer (fires a blast of viral energy from Alteros); Energy Blitz (slashes the enemy with Alteros) Mega: BlackWarGreymon X\|Dark Terra Force (gathers a sphere of dark energy and hurls it at the enemy); Hades Force (rapidly fires smaller, weaker versions of Dark terra Force); Afterburst (charges the enemy with its gauntlets, assisted by boosters on his back); Dramon Buster (attacks with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-ype enemies); Dramon Killer (attacks from the air with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-type enemies)</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi "So..." Aoi started, looking around at the library in curiosity before turning her attention back to the child-nun that had apparently been a small dog thing only a few weeks ago, "You grew pretty fast, uh...?" "Silvia, Miss Aoi!" was the enthusiastic reply, Silvia puffing her chest out with pride, "It's thanks to your example that I was able to become Sistermon (Blanc) so quickly!" It was definitely weird how you could hear the parentheses dropping into place, Aoi thought. Maybe something to ask about later--if she was Blanc, there had to be other varieties, right? And how did one get from a small dog thing to a nun? What were all these others around? ... oh well, this would all have to wait until later, someone was speaking to them. Someone pretty angry by the sound of it--nice distortion effect, and Silvia was moving into position to fight for the protection of the girl she owed-- A girl who was placing a hand on her shoulder, listening to the talking fox and Shion. Mmm, something about Ultimate and Champion. Okay, that was interesting, but not really a scale she could work with. "Hey, Silvia, this guy's weaker than that angel and the gunner, right?" "E-eh? Seraphimon and Beelzemon are Mega-level, yes, they're really strong!" So this guy was still weaker. That was nice to know; if this went wrong she wasn't likely to be shot full of holes or stabbed through with a glowing sword instantly. One deep breath to steady herself a little and Aoi walked forward (backwards?), closer to the floaty spooky librarian and the exit. "We just got here through... that," Aoi stated, helpfully pointing behind Wisemon at the rift thingy to their classroom, "It must have been someone else that took your book. Uh... but if you let us go we could help you look for it?"</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "Queen Estelle-" "Hmm, chessy?~" "Perhaps you could-mmf-release me-" "Ohoho, sorry, it's just been so long." Estelle giggled, not paying much attention to the others. She released Chessy from the hug, taking a quick look around the area. "Mhm...maybe I'm misremembering, but I thought there was more of you?" "Well," Chessy straightened himself, resting his spear on his shoulder as he replied. "Some of the others-fools as they are-broke their vows of loyalty to you and found another liege. Others...well, we Chessmon are not particularly strong on our own." "Oh...I...see..." Estelle frowned lightly. Well, that was annoying. And they all had such fun together when she was little! Well, she supposed she could understand. She herself had thought she'd never see the darling little things again. Hearing that some might have gotten killed, though, or injured, was a bit disheartening. Tsk, if only she could have been there...! "Well, my darling little Chessy, you have my promise as a Queen I shall never leave again." The reunion, however, was soon interrupted by quite a curious looking individual. Some sort of creature dressed in a robe and talking in quite the difficult manner. "Keh...!" Chessy readied its shield and spear, placing himself between Estelle and the other digimon. "Tch...looks like it wants a fight, my queen. Should I teach it a lesson?" "Hmm..." Estelle narrowed her eyes at the digimon. "Stay your spear for a moment Chessy." Estelle lightly patted the head of her digimon. "My companion here speaks the truth. Thievery is beneath me." "I don't think we can reason with it, my queen. Easiest solution is to crush it before it can harm us." "Now now, force should be a queens last method of solving problems." Estelle replied. "We find ourselves in a strange library thanks to some strange force. Perhaps whoever stole this book of yours used this same phenomena to steal the book, and leave us as scapegoats." Chessy made a few stabbing motions with his spear, before the spear suddenly slid forward in his hands, causing him to stumble forwards a few feet. He quickly righted himself and acted completely like nothing happened.</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon Wakana hadn't noticed all the others around her yet. "Oh, why is everyone else from the detention room here?" She looked around and... Well, there was the rich bitch... And most of the others were fairly the same... Well, except the one foreigner. Suni? Something like that. She never really took the time to get to know the others of her grade. Maybe she should have. "How odd though. This isn't... Never-Ever Land, right?" The girl asked as she looked around. It wasn't the pseudo-paradise she remembered. Tinkermon landed on top of Wakana's head and sat there for a bit. She felt like she didn't weigh much of anything. "It's not. I just showed up here in a BIG thud! Like bwam!" The little pixie exclaimed as she threw her arms out. "And then you were here! And then all these others were too!" Tinkermon seemed excited as she detailed her experiences until now. "I see..." Wakana responded despondently. Then, like everyone else in the room, the duo saw something interesting. A Digimon, Wakana inferred. "Is that... A Digimon? She questioned. She had a rough idea of what they were from her experience but she had never seen this. "UWaawawa..." Tinkermon stuttered over her own tongue. "I uhhh... That's... Wisemon, I think? If he is, he's strong! An Ultimate level! I don't mind a good fight but... If all of the Digimon in this room worked together it would be... Hard. Probably." The pixie was more than a bit worried, anyone could tell from looking at her. In fact, she looked around the room and noted that at least a few of the faces were... Well, not as frightened as she thought they should be. Wakana didn't fully follow... "So he's really strong and more than a match for you?" Tinkermon nodded rapidly, "And VERY mad!" The glasses girl crossed her arms and looked at Wisemon as she thought. This... Was just a big delusion right? She had convinced herself so long ago that Never-Ever Land was fake and that the Digimon were just a mass delusion after she learned about it... But... She'll play into this for now. Wisemon would just destroy them if they didn't give him a book back or something. Then the student that had a little nun girl with her spoke up. She... Seemed to make sense at least. So Wakana stepped closer to Aoi. "Ehh? Wakana?" Tinkermon questioned as she rushed in front of Wakana to stop her. "We're getting closer? Are you trying to kick his butt or something?" She questioned. "You said he was dangerous right? We try to talk him down. If not, well..." The glasses girl smirked. "I guess we try to kick his ass, right?" Tinkermon seemed astounded and dumbfounded as her face showed. Then her face relaxed as she smiled and shook her head some. "Boy, oh boy. What have I gotten myself into?" Then she gave a big toothy grin, "But, I guess when you put it like that I feel pretty confident about it!" Wakana gave a smile back back as they got closer to Aoi. "She's right. I don't think any of us have that book you're looking for. We've been here not long at all. Logically, we couldn't have taken a book and ran. We're still here, after all." The glasses girl argued as if Wisemon would listen to reason. She then took a look around though. No one would have ran but they might have taken it. "What does said book look like? We can only find it after we know it's description." She queried. She was worried this Digimon was going to go berserk all the while though.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY & IMPMON Currently caught up in Impmon's struggles to get Sunny to put him down, neither seemed to notice the larger Digimon until it was practically upon them. Impmon was first, freezing perfectly still under Sunny's arm and peering up at Wisemon with an uncertain expression - and then Sunny realised how still he'd gone and promptly followed his gaze. The two remained silent until Wisemon was done talking, and then Sunny adjusted their glasses with a free hand and cleared their throat. "That's a big librarian," they remarked, and then Sunny unceremoniously loosed their arm from around Impmon's body and dumped him to the floor. "You should probably put those books back on the shelf," they muttered out of the corner of their mouth. "...I don't think any of these are what it's looking for," Impmon hissed back. "Stand back. If it tries anything, it'll have to go through me." He jabbed a thumb to his chest. Sunny wasn't listening. They glanced around at their fellow human-and-partner combos, did a quick mental assessment, and decided the others had the right idea. Sunny chimed in with a smile usually reserved for whoever was about to tell them off for flicking erasers at the whiteboard. "See, the trouble is, we've already had our detention," they declared, mock-polite, "and we're innocent as lambs, anyway, the lot of us. But they're right - we can help you have a look." Impmon glared over his shoulder at Sunny. Sunny snapped their fingers at him and gestured urgently to the books on the floor. "And we'll tidy up his mess, while we're at it."</s>	<\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami The happy reunion was, unfortunately, short-lived. The being that appeared before the group looked human, but between the glowing eyes, the clawed hands, and the bizarre way it spoke, it was obviously another one of these monsters. Kuroko stood up, trying to speak to it. "These guys are right, we don't have your book," she said. "We just got here, and we're not itching for a fight." A puff of steam rose from Buck's nostrils. "Speak for yourself," he muttered. Kuroko frowned at the reptile. "You heard... uh..." She turned to Renamon. "Sorry, didn't catch your name." World</s>
<\|description\|>Kuroko Iwami Holographic wings and halo sold separately. --- Age: 16 Appearance: Kuroko stands at precisely 157.5 centimeters (or 5'2"), and is of average weight for her age. Fairly athletic thanks to her club activities. She has a few scars on her body, namely a semicircle of what appears to be bite marks on her forearm; to cover these up, she'll wear a long-sleeved shirt or a jacket when outside the house. Personality: Generally kind and cheerful, Kuroko is something of a tomboy. She loves video games and action movies, as well as the occasional horror flick (though she outright refuses to watch ones where the killer is a human). However, she has one hobby that surpasses them all: survival game club (airsoft, for the uninitiated). History: Born in a small town in the Hokkaido prefecture, Kuroko's family moved to Tokyo for her father's work when she was five years old. It took her some time to get used to living in a big city, and while she eventually did, she always missed little things like stargazing with her parents, or visiting her grandparents' farm. When she was six years old, what would soon come to be called the "Yokai Incident" occurred. While out shopping with her mother, Kuroko was separated from her when a giant monster attacked. She hid in an alleyway for what felt like hours. Then, something else appeared: another, smaller monster with black scales and bright green eyes. At first, Kuroko was afraid that the monster would hurt her like the other one did. But this one only wanted one thing: the candy bars that the girl had in her bag. After eating all of them, the little monster was more than happy to sit with the young girl, even so far as letting Kuroko pet it. That is, until, yet another monster appeared. This one, looking like a large wolf with bladed claws, attacked Kuroko. What happened next is foggy in Kuroko's mind, but the little reptile that had taken a liking to her grew and changed into something else before attacking the wolf, but not before the monster managed to land a vicious bite on her forearm. After that, Kuroko blacked out, and woke up in the hospital with her parents nearby. To this day, she can't remember what happened after the wolf monster bit her, but she is thankful to the monster who helped her when she was lost. After she recovered, Kuroko returned to normal, though she often has nightmares and flashbacks to the Yokai Event. She's done her best not to let these affect her, but there are some nights where the nightmares are too frequent for her to sleep. Partner Digimon: "Buck" (BlackAgumon X) Other: - Can't stand spicy food - On nights she can't sleep, Kuroko can often be found playing video games or tinkering with her airsoft guns; on rare occasions, she may browse the web for information on the Yokai Incident - Though friendly, she doesn't have too many people she would consider friends Name: Buck (BlackAgumon X) Level: Rookie Personality: While certainly not the brightest of 'mons, Buck is incredibly loyal and hardworking. However, he tends to think with his stomach, which has led him into some sticky situations in the past; in fact, he probably wouldn't have been swept up in the Yokai Event if he hadn't been looking for something to eat. When hungry, he has a habit of biting people (though not hard enough to hurt for very long). As a quirk of having the X-Antibody in his Digicore, Buck tends to get a bit carried away in combat, to the point that, if he's not careful, he may very well exhaust himself all the way back to his Fresh form. Fresh: Botamon\|Bubbles (spits a weak stream of bubbles) In Training: Pagumon\|Frothy Bubbles (spits slightly acidic bubbles); Poison Bubble (spits a bubble laced with weak poison) Rookie: BlackAgumon X\|Pepper Breath (spits a fireball); Claw Attack (jabs with claws); Claw Uppercut (uppercuts with claws); Dangerous Bite (crunches down on an enemy) Champion: DarkTyrannomon X\|Fire Blast (breathes a stream of flames); Flame Snatch (grabs the enemy with flaming left claw and burns it) Ultimate: MetalGreymon (Virus) X\|Pandemic Destroyer (fires a blast of viral energy from Alteros); Energy Blitz (slashes the enemy with Alteros) Mega: BlackWarGreymon X\|Dark Terra Force (gathers a sphere of dark energy and hurls it at the enemy); Hades Force (rapidly fires smaller, weaker versions of Dark terra Force); Afterburst (charges the enemy with its gauntlets, assisted by boosters on his back); Dramon Buster (attacks with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-ype enemies); Dramon Killer (attacks from the air with his gauntlets; extremely effective against Dramon-type enemies)</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY & IMPMON Well, this was admittedly kind of terrifying. Sunny was not well-versed in what one was supposed to do when threatened by a magic librarian, but god help the kid they were going to make the best of it. And despite their terrible grades, they were actually pretty good at paying attention to little details. Like how at least one of the others was panicking. Sunny glanced down at the scattering sound of the spilled pills, and gave their owner an uneasy once-over. What was that kid's name, again...? "Uh - aha, ha. Right you are, Librarian - er - Wisemon! No ma-ce-ra-tion necessary!" Hopefully someone would see the funny side. Sunny gave a cheerful thumbs-up motion at Wisemon to emphasise that they were cooperating, and then turned to face everyone else and pulled a pleading face. "I don't really know you guys that well, but if I end up with all my bones on the outside, someone better have the decency to call my da." Sunny gave Taiji a searching look, beckoned with one hand, and began marching towards the big door. Hopefully a little human guidance might snap him out of it... After a second's thought, Impmon began walking backwards after his partner - and pointed with both gloved hands at the rest of the group. "Impmon, by the way," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "If Wisemon doesn't recycle us, I'd like to get to know everyone. I'm sorry we met like this." With that, he turned to face the way he was going and ran to catch up with Sunny.</s> <\|message\|>Shion Hagane A Flower in Bloom (Part 3) --- When Wisemon finished, Shion was slightly taken aback, before she burst out laughing. "I didn't think of that! That's a creative way to use it, I'm actually kind of impressed now!" she managed to say in between her laughter. It was notable by her voice that the laughter was not mean-spirited, but rather good-natured in origin. "I like this guy, we should help him." Meanwhile, Renamon turned to Kuroko. "Renamon." Shion interrupted before anything further could be said, calling behind her as she walked into the room that Wisemon had pointed to. "That's such a mouthful. If you're Renamon, and this guy is Wisemon, that girl with the nun outfit mentioned three other 'mon' names... Do all of your species have that as part of their name? Would that just make you Rena-kun?" "Firstly, I'd rather you not address me as a boy. Secondly, if your purpose is to shorten the name, woudn't 'Rena-kun' defeat the purpose?" Renamon asked as she followed her partner. "Hmm. That's a good point. So... how about 'Re-chan,' then?" Renamon stifled a smile. "I haven't been called that since I was a Relemon. Alright, I don't mind." Renamon looked around. "Wisemon is right, there are only six important looking books here. If there are supposed to be seven, then one is certainly missing. But if it's not in the library at all, then I doubt we'll be able to find it... Unless you happened to see it before you came here?" She turned to Shion. Shion shrugged. "I haven't seen any other books this ornate since going to a Renaissance Fair back in America. Hey, Wisemon, can you tell us more about these books? I get that they're important and can 'lead to calamity' if in the wrong hands, but what's so special about them?" "Wisemon already said that they can bypass our life-cycles, which I have to assume means inducing evolution, or perhaps data corruption of some form... That certainly is dangerous, but I too am curious about their importance. Surely they don't take the form of books purely for cosmetic reasons, do they?" "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. They've got to at least have something written in them if they're gonna be books. Magical Mcguffins tend to have a form for a reason. Since they're books, we can assume they were created by something, which means they have a reason for being books, otherwise why not make them something less... Obvious, I guess. More plain looking, so they don't tempt potential thieves. Because I'd expect these things to be worth a lot on appearance alone." Shion walked from book to book. "What do these symbols mean, even? Any information we can get would help, I would think." "I'd also wonder if there's some sort of forensic data we could use. Though it may be contaminated now that we've been here..." "Ooh, we can be like those cop drama shows, we can dust for prints! Though if they only stole one book, there might not be any on the others... And considering we just learned that portals apparently exist, there's no guarantee that they didn't just teleport in through one, grab it, and leave through it again. But there's got to be some security system, right?" Shion reached a hand out towards a book with a black diamond on the front, but stopped before touching it. "Evidently not, or I doubt we'd have been accused; there must be no information to gather on the culprit. I'd also recommend that you not reach for these books when Wisemon is so upset at one being stolen. He could interpret that as trying to steal another." Shion retracted her hand and put it in her sweatshirt pocket. "Both good points. Sorry if that scared you, I just wanted to check for force-fields and such. The more we can learn about the thief the more likely they'll be to find, right? Being able to bypass some security system would imply that they're particularly strong or skilled, but without one they could be just anyone who was fast enough or had a quick exit." "That they didn't steal more than one is concerning. It could mean that they feared Wisemon, or that they knew we would arrive and be a scapegoat. A Mega level, for example, would have no reason not to simply defeat Wisemon and take all seven." Shion held her chin in her hand as she thought, but simply shrugged after a moment. "What I really want to know is what's in these books. Can we read them if we don't pick them up? This is like finding out the necronomicon is real, I have to know why it's forbidden." "Perhaps the thief felt the same way and simply took it to read it? Maybe it'll be returned someday." @1Charak2</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi That was nice; it seemed that this Wisemon--whoever it was--had worked out that the strange group of students and creatures had nothing to do with the theft of its books and wanted to show them off. That was great and all but... she didn't really care all that much about going and looking at a book; that sounded too much like the detention they'd just gotten out of. Finding out why the baker girl was calling herself a queen or what Mr. Panic's problem over there was... those seemed far more interesting. Though Aoi shrugged, continuing to look Wisemon up and down in an eerily similar manner to how the digimon had judged her in the first place. "So... what's it like being a magic librarian? Do you get a lot of visitors? I guess you don't do much lending, because I'd slap something to teleport books back whenever they're late rather than chase them... that's too much work," the white-haired schoolgirl said, trying to strike up a conversation with Wisemon. "M-Miss Aoi! Is this really the time...?" the Sistermon asked, looking between her and Wisemon with a worried expression. She wasn't afraid of having to fight the demonic librarian... well, she wasn't afraid of losing, the fight itself seemed simultaneously exciting but terrifying. Had she the information to make a comparison, Silvia would probably have been thinking of rollercoasters. And the girl she had looked up to so much... it was becoming obvious that she was quite the sinner, if the skimpy outfit and professed laziness were any indication. "Yeah? When else am I going to get to talk to this guy?"</s>	<\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami Kuroko put a hand on Buck's shoulder. The Digimon's muscles were tensed up and ready for a fight. But at the very least this Wisemon seemed to be willing to listen... for now. Kuroko gave Buck a gentle bop on the head to get his attention. "Calm down," she said softly, kneeling down. "If you do, I'll get you some snacks as soon as I can." That got his attention. Buck's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?" "Really-really." "Okay, but for the record, if Wisemon decides to attack, I'm not going down without a fight." Kuroko frowned. She'd heard Buck say something like that before. When the two were sitting in an alleyway while people ran and hid from monsters, the little Digimon had made a promise to her. "Just like you swore before," she muttered. "Of course. But that Sangloupmon... he wasn't as strong as Wisemon. Even with modifications to our Digicores as Champion-levels, we still can't beat an Ultimate-level Digimon on our own." "So you'd have to work in a team?" "Absolutely, but..." Buck scratched under his chin. "Admittedly, I'm not much of a team player..." Kuroko glanced at the others. "If something like the Yokai Incident is happening right now, I think that's gonna have to change."</s>
<\|description\|>Honda Aoi * Age: 18 * Appearance: Aoi is an outlier amongst the Japanese for several reasons, the archetypal "huge schoolgirl", 176cm tall--or about 5'9. Given her propensity to be dressed for swimming, it's pretty hard to miss some pretty obvious things about her physique: for one, her body is pretty athletic, though her propensity for sweet snacks does mean she doesn't come across as lean as you might expect. The other is that the girl just doesn't seem to feel the cold, dressing pretty lightly even in the middle of winter. * Personality: Aoi simply seems to not give a shit, or at least finds the consequences of her actions not worth worrying about too much. If the only person who's going to be harmed by her choices is her, what does it matter? There's no point in giving up on what she wants to do or what feels like the right thing to do because it's going to be a nuisance down the line; just take it as it comes. In Aoi's particular case, this seems to regularly result in being in trouble for uniform violations, since even wearing uniform she tends to wind up dishevelled and not wearing half of it. Her main interests are swimming--both for fun and competitively--and sweets, particularly ice cream. Outside of those two activities, Aoi is a perennial slacker with a sarcastic streak, and it's really hard to tell if her flirtatious tendencies are genuine or not caring what her statements sound like. * History: During the Youkai Incident, Aoi was just a girl on a trip to the beach with her parents, temporarily separated to explore on her own--and due to the weather, it was pretty much deserted, but she still had an ice lolly on hand. Like many children, she was worried about how her poor grades would be seen and that meant that all her behaviour was unacceptable... and that was when the world, and the phone in her hand, stopped making sense. To go from a calm beach to the centre of a tense Mexican Standoff--the signs of a battle started around her but stopped before anything really happened--was a shock. On one side, angelic creatures, and on the other demonic. It was terrifying... and really, with that perspective her grades in school or general behaviour seemed so much less important. To either side there were things that could turn her into a nice glassy crater if they wanted, and she was worrying about schoolwork? On the angelic side, there was a fluffy little creature, and deciding that it was the one thing around here that seemed hospitable, Aoi went over to it on a whim, offering her ice lolly. The beast quite happily ate it up, sitting on Aoi's lap as a protective talisman... whilst the battle started up again, out of reach but entirely watchable. It really made her prior concerns feel a bit pointless. Ever since the incident, Aoi has been more impulsive but also far less fretful. Why not just accept the downsides that come with doing what she wants? They can't be that bad, and she's pretty confident in her moral ability to not do anything that bad. No matter how much the school authorities might disagree. She also got over her fear of water and really took to swimming. * Partner Digimon: Sistermon Blanc ---</s> <\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami It had been another long, sleepless night. More night terrors about the incident ten years ago; not only had they been occurring more frequently, they were getting worse. Kuroko had stayed up surfing the net and tinkering with her airsoft guns before finally falling asleep... about an hour before her alarm went off. She'd barely made it to class on time, and struggled to stay awake. Then, around lunchtime, she'd decided to head up to the roof. The warm sun and the light breeze had lulled her to sleep. When Kuroko woke up, it was almost time for school to end. Her teachers had had enough. She had confided in a few about her night terrors, but it seemed they didn't understand. So for the first time all year, Kuroko had been given detention. Luckily for her, it turned out to be a time to catch up on her sleep. Until the entire room began violently shaking. Kuroko had been leaning back in her chair with her feet on her desk, her head resting on the desk behind her. Everything began moving underneath her chair. Kuroko fell, cursing and grumbling under her breath. Just as suddenly as it had began, the earthquake stopped. She could hear the other students swearing and trying to figure out what had happened. Everyone seemed to be okay, except for Mr. Fujo. Concerned, she moved to check on him, even if she didn't particularly like the man. Still breathing, Kuroko thought. Pulse seems okay. Must've just hit his head. Kuroko was suddenly aware of something else: the back of the room was gone, replaced by what seemed like neverending, blank whiteness. "The hell is going on?" she murmured to herself. There was a familiar sensation in the air. It felt electrically charged, as if a thunderstorm was brewing. She shuddered. It feels like back then... Ones and zeroes seemed to flicker and dance through the air like sparks. There was something else: a bright light, like a shining glass window, had appeared where the back of the classroom had once been. The rational part of her brain told Kuroko to stay away from it. But something else was curious. If this was related to the Yokai Incident... She followed the others, grabbing her bag. Only one way to find out, Kuroko thought. She took a deep breath, and stepped through the portal. --- The little reptile Digimon had been searching for food again when the quake struck. The ground split open, cutting him off from the little hut where he and a few other Digimon lived. And then the ground opened up, and he was in freefall. He seemed to fall for hours before he landed face-first in a pile of books. "Owwwww..." he murmured. The little Digimon popped his head out of the book pile. He could hear voices. Was it someone that could hurt him? His nostrils twitched. There were a few Digimon nearby. But the others... Humans? But there was one scent that was familiar. It had been years since he'd encountered the human who had given him food, and here she was. The little Digimon leaped up, surging forward. "It's you! It's you! It's been so long!" He ran past the first few humans before leaping at one of them. --- Less than a minute after Kuroko stepped through the portal, a black, dinosaurian creature plowed past the others and jumped up high. The first thing that caught her eye were the large claws and sharp, pointed teeth. The caveman part of Kuroko's brain told her this was a predator. And yet, it looked so happy. And why was it speaking like a human? Before she could figure that out, the creature bowled her over, nuzzling at her happily. "I missed you! Did you bring more for me to eat?" Kuroko blinked. "Is... Is it really you, Buck?" "In the data!" The Digimon grinned, and Kuroko hugged his snout. "I never got to thank you for saving me," she said. "You can thank me with more candy bars." Kuroko couldn't help but laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY Since Sunny stepped through the classroom door, they had been having the most boring detention of the term. The other students might recognise Sunny as a detention regular - if by nothing else, then the way they had arrived five minutes early and made a beeline for a particular desk. They had been warned twice already by Mr. Fujo to stop fiddling with erasers and do some work, and since then Sunny had been methodically adding to a rather intricate series of blind etchings in the underside of the table with the pointy end of a pair of compasses. The steady scribbling noise was just about muffled enough to make it sound like Sunny was actually catching up with the practice test they'd brought in. Other than an occasional glare down at the sheet, they had no intention of making themselves look any more foolish. The test remained untouched. The unnatural warmth of an untouched yet overheating calculator under their hand caught their attention first. Then the jarring feeling of the shaking ground was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting, and Sunny's hands grasped fervently at the edges of the desk as they sat bolt upright and stared around, debating whether to dive for cover - and finally, following the cues of the other detentionees, Sunny peered over their shoulder. The inexplicable white light had a pull like nothing else. All thoughts of earthquake safety faded. Slowly, Sunny rose from their seat. "Anyone else see that? Wait - wait, are you guys really-!?" ...But Estelle was already forward-marching. Sunny spared a bewildered stare around the room, noted the unconscious form of Mr. Fujo, and then all of a sudden their mouth dropped slightly open and seemed to chew thoughtfully on the words before anything came out. "Is... Is he okay?" They watched the other student go to check, and when Kuroko looked relieved, Sunny decided that was that. "...Nobody tell him, right?" As they watched the students begin to wander into the light at the back of the room, Sunny figured there definitely wasn't a precedent in the school rules about this. And if there was no precedent, maybe there was no rule against it. The others sure seemed confident. Sunny kicked their chair back, swung their bag onto their shoulder, and took off jogging into the light. "Wait! Wait, wait! This is crazy, wait for me-!" --- ☀️IMPMON Somewhere in the library, a Digimon anxiously pulled book after book off the shelves. Most were tossed over the shoulder, dropped in disgust, or shoved more or less back into place. Nothing here was what the Digimon was looking for. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he ought to be hunting, but he'd know it when he saw it, surely! He had a plan, even if that plan right now was just to research. That was at least something. Better than wandering lost in a library he didn't recognise. He'd had quite enough of that. Impmon pulled a particularly hefty tome from the shelf. A flash of orange hair passed behind the empty space behind it, and the Digimon froze. It took another few seconds or so of peering at the human between the shelves and listening to the others chatter before Impmon dared to speak up. "Hey!" he hissed. "Psst! You!" The ginger human turned. Stared at the creature peering at them from halfway behind a shelf corner. Raised an eyebrow and gave a very, very familiar, very confused, lopsided grin. They glanced around, blinking, and then managed to match the voice to the creature. The grin widened. "I'm dreaming, right?" For a split second, Impmon almost looked disappointed. He folded his arms haughtily. "Probably not. Are you looking for a picture book or something?" He paused, and tilted his head. "You, uh, look different. Did you Digivolve?" "Haha, what? Picture book?" There was a long pause. Sunny's grin melted off their face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. "You're him. You're the kitty orb." Impmon opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short as the human bolted the distance between them and roughly scooped him up, spinning on their heel and beaming like a maniac. "Holy shit! It's been ten years! I almost thought I was wrong!" "Wha-? Gah!" They tucked him under one arm like a sack and used the other arm to wave excitedly at the others. The heavy book Impmon had been clutching was shaken loose and fell noisily to the floor as he began struggling to extricate himself. "Guys! Look! I know this little guy!"</s>	<\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s>
<\|description\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) (Paired with Zelosse) Level: Rookie Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall. * Fresh: Name: Tsubumon Signature Attacks: + Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads. * In Training: Name: Upamon Signature Attacks: + Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch. * Rookie: Name: Armadimon Signature Attacks: + Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe. + Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws. + Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball. * Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.</s> <\|message\|>Impmon (sometimes, to his dismay, nicknamed all sorts of things) ☀️SUNNY Since Sunny stepped through the classroom door, they had been having the most boring detention of the term. The other students might recognise Sunny as a detention regular - if by nothing else, then the way they had arrived five minutes early and made a beeline for a particular desk. They had been warned twice already by Mr. Fujo to stop fiddling with erasers and do some work, and since then Sunny had been methodically adding to a rather intricate series of blind etchings in the underside of the table with the pointy end of a pair of compasses. The steady scribbling noise was just about muffled enough to make it sound like Sunny was actually catching up with the practice test they'd brought in. Other than an occasional glare down at the sheet, they had no intention of making themselves look any more foolish. The test remained untouched. The unnatural warmth of an untouched yet overheating calculator under their hand caught their attention first. Then the jarring feeling of the shaking ground was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting, and Sunny's hands grasped fervently at the edges of the desk as they sat bolt upright and stared around, debating whether to dive for cover - and finally, following the cues of the other detentionees, Sunny peered over their shoulder. The inexplicable white light had a pull like nothing else. All thoughts of earthquake safety faded. Slowly, Sunny rose from their seat. "Anyone else see that? Wait - wait, are you guys really-!?" ...But Estelle was already forward-marching. Sunny spared a bewildered stare around the room, noted the unconscious form of Mr. Fujo, and then all of a sudden their mouth dropped slightly open and seemed to chew thoughtfully on the words before anything came out. "Is... Is he okay?" They watched the other student go to check, and when Kuroko looked relieved, Sunny decided that was that. "...Nobody tell him, right?" As they watched the students begin to wander into the light at the back of the room, Sunny figured there definitely wasn't a precedent in the school rules about this. And if there was no precedent, maybe there was no rule against it. The others sure seemed confident. Sunny kicked their chair back, swung their bag onto their shoulder, and took off jogging into the light. "Wait! Wait, wait! This is crazy, wait for me-!" --- ☀️IMPMON Somewhere in the library, a Digimon anxiously pulled book after book off the shelves. Most were tossed over the shoulder, dropped in disgust, or shoved more or less back into place. Nothing here was what the Digimon was looking for. At this point, he wasn't even sure what he ought to be hunting, but he'd know it when he saw it, surely! He had a plan, even if that plan right now was just to research. That was at least something. Better than wandering lost in a library he didn't recognise. He'd had quite enough of that. Impmon pulled a particularly hefty tome from the shelf. A flash of orange hair passed behind the empty space behind it, and the Digimon froze. It took another few seconds or so of peering at the human between the shelves and listening to the others chatter before Impmon dared to speak up. "Hey!" he hissed. "Psst! You!" The ginger human turned. Stared at the creature peering at them from halfway behind a shelf corner. Raised an eyebrow and gave a very, very familiar, very confused, lopsided grin. They glanced around, blinking, and then managed to match the voice to the creature. The grin widened. "I'm dreaming, right?" For a split second, Impmon almost looked disappointed. He folded his arms haughtily. "Probably not. Are you looking for a picture book or something?" He paused, and tilted his head. "You, uh, look different. Did you Digivolve?" "Haha, what? Picture book?" There was a long pause. Sunny's grin melted off their face and was replaced with a look of disbelief. "You're him. You're the kitty orb." Impmon opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short as the human bolted the distance between them and roughly scooped him up, spinning on their heel and beaming like a maniac. "Holy shit! It's been ten years! I almost thought I was wrong!" "Wha-? Gah!" They tucked him under one arm like a sack and used the other arm to wave excitedly at the others. The heavy book Impmon had been clutching was shaken loose and fell noisily to the floor as he began struggling to extricate himself. "Guys! Look! I know this little guy!"</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi Detention: a fate as inexorable as the cycle of night and day, never to be escaped no matter how she tried. Not that it was something Aoi exactly went out of her way to avoid beyond making sure that Fujo didn't catch her after school but... even if she was playing by all the rules she would end up here. The last time she had listened to his insistence on fulling the uniform code until she ''got home'', he had somehow found it in him to award detention for bleached hair that violated the uniform code. So if she was going to get detention for not dyeing her hair, why try? Sure enough, once they were in detention all his powers of observation went out the window and it wasn't like Aoi was even trying to hide that she had just thrown a uniform skirt and blouse over her normal clothing. She'd even missed some of the buttons. Like the delinquent she supposedly was, the girl was giving the purpose of the detention no heed, flicking through things on her phone and eventually just playing some match-3 game to pass the time. It was weird how many people had wound up in detention today. Sunny was a regular--same desk every time, much like Aoi compulsively went to a window seat. But... what the hell was that bookworm doing in here with the bakery girl? Ah, not that it mattered, but maybe she'd go get some pastry or something when she was done instead of going straight to swimming. Playing on her phone made it impossible to not notice when everything went wrong. So, too, did her window seat: no views of the school outside, only monochromatic white. Slipping her phone into her pocket--and, given that Fujo was out cold, undoing those annoying buttons--Aoi stood up and stretched, watching everyone else beeline for the white light. Ten years of normality, huh? It was probably about time something happened. --- The past two weeks had been the most exciting of her life... oh, it had all been very strange, being dragged out to a strange and unfamiliar beach, but what an opportunity it had been! Her, merely in-training, getting to witness to the embodied conflict of good against evil, the clashing of two enemies so far beyond her power and comprehension... watching Beelzemon and Seraphimon go at it was terrifying but amazing. It was impossible to hope for anything more inspiring for the path of righteousness. Or the sneaking suspicion that guns were a really cool thing to fight with... That girl and the ice-cream were even more important, though. If she'd been on her own, Silvia knew that she would have cowered and turned away from the fight, never seen what was going on... but that girl? Her bravery and the offering of food had been enough to overcome her fear and that was a debt the newly-turned nun hoped to repay! So soon, too, to be dumped into a library... and there was a girl like the girl Silvia remembered, but... taller. And with a much more brazen outfit. That... how could someone show off that much flesh? It was scandalous! But the eyes, the expression of "huh, I guess this is happening"... that seemed the same! Unfortunately, it now occurred to her that they had never shared names. "You! Ice-cream girl!" Aoi, for her part, took a little longer to catch up. Taking in the other odd creatures around, that this suspiciously human one did have a feeling kind of like the angel she had watched fight... bringing up the ice-cream... oh. "You've gotten bigger. Hey... "Did everyone else meet ten years ago?" "It was only two weeks, miss... um..." "Aoi."</s>	<\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) An earthquake. God King Gilgamesh closed his eyes. It had been a literal lifetime ago since the incident. Out here in the open plains of the Digital World, earthquakes were less dangerous since there was no risk of anything falling on you, and being a four-legged creature, Gil wasn't going to lose his footing and crack his head open no matter how intense the shaking. So unless the earth split open directly beneath him, he was relatively safe. But inside a building, where tremendous weight could collapse on you, that was where the real danger lay. Gil reminisced about the moment of his death. Gil had found himself in a building in a strange new world. He had been quietly exploring his new environs when he found a child sleeping. However, another, larger digimon had materialized outside and went on a rampage. The violence and destruction it wrought not only woke the child, but caused the building to lose structural integrity and collapse. Gil remembered bracing his armored back to the falling rubble and preventing the child from coming to harm, but they were buried, and keeping the rubble from crushing the child had prevented Gil from doing anything else. The child was understandably frightened, and with no other recourse, All Gil could do was reassure the child. Yes, that was when he chose his name, formed of a random, stray piece of data that happened to be part of Gil's digital essence. He had to exude strength and courage, even if he was lying, even if he was in pain. Gil had introduced himself as "God King Gilgamesh", omnipotent and invincible, conqueror of nations. For hours, Gil regaled the child with made up stories of his heroic and awe-inspiring deeds, but always reminding the child that the most noble of deeds was helping those in trouble. Gil wasn't sure how long his digital body would last, as his strength was slowly sapping away and he could feel his final hour approaching. But his worries had been washed away as the sound of digging and rays of light began seep through the rubble. The last thing Gil saw was the looked of overjoyed relief on the child's face as rescue workers pulled him from the remains of his collapsed home. Closing his eyes, Gil felt his body dissipate into bits of data and return to the Digital World to be reborn. Gil opened his eyes as the rumbling dissipated and the swirling, churning sensation of vertigo in his stomach had subsided. Since then, he had spent his time training, until he had achieved his Armadimon form again. But he needed to be stronger. Last time, all he could do was delay harm, he hadn't been strong enough to rescue the child by his own power. And with all the chaos happening in the Digital World, it was time to step up and do something about it. But as Gil opened his eyes, he realized he was in a different place entirely. Apparently the vertigo had been from teleportation and not merely from the earth shaking beneath his feet. Here he was surrounded by shelves of books and several digimon. Several beings appeared through a portal, confused and disoriented; humans. From the looks of things, the humans seemed to be 'reuniting' with the digimon, which was a relief since that at least meant that the humans had some comfort despite their strange situation. Deciding to take the lead, Gil called out, "Worry not! We find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. I do not know what is happening, but I'm sure if we work together, we'll find a solution." Gil put on a smug smile in the hopes that confidence, albeit false, will reassure everyone present.</s>
<\|description\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) (Paired with Zelosse) Level: Rookie Appearance:A yellow, Armadillo-like Digimon with an armored shell and long claws. Armadimon always seems to be offering a reassuring smile.Personality:Gil is straightforward, honest, and highly protective to the point of being self-sacrificing. Gil believes that strength is contagious, and that exuding strength will uplift and strengthen those around him. However, he also recognizes that strength not only comes in different forms, but that it also takes time to cultivate, and cannot and should not be maintained at all times. So while he wants those around him to become their 'best versions', he will be there to support and nurture them when they fall. * Fresh: Name: Tsubumon Signature Attacks: + Little Iron Beads — Tsubumon attacks an opponent that approaches it by spitting small iron beads. * In Training: Name: Upamon Signature Attacks: + Shock Shout — Upamon releases an ultrasonic shout, causing its opponents to flinch. * Rookie: Name: Armadimon Signature Attacks: + Rolling Stone — Armadimon rolls into a ball and spins into the foe. + Scratch Beat — Armadimon scratches at the foe with his sharp claws. + Rigid Block — Armadimon repels attacks by curling into a ball. * Champion: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Ultimate: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed. * Mega: Name: Not Yet Revealed Signature Attacks: + Not Yet Revealed — Not Yet Revealed.</s> <\|message\|>Honda Aoi That was nice; it seemed that this Wisemon--whoever it was--had worked out that the strange group of students and creatures had nothing to do with the theft of its books and wanted to show them off. That was great and all but... she didn't really care all that much about going and looking at a book; that sounded too much like the detention they'd just gotten out of. Finding out why the baker girl was calling herself a queen or what Mr. Panic's problem over there was... those seemed far more interesting. Though Aoi shrugged, continuing to look Wisemon up and down in an eerily similar manner to how the digimon had judged her in the first place. "So... what's it like being a magic librarian? Do you get a lot of visitors? I guess you don't do much lending, because I'd slap something to teleport books back whenever they're late rather than chase them... that's too much work," the white-haired schoolgirl said, trying to strike up a conversation with Wisemon. "M-Miss Aoi! Is this really the time...?" the Sistermon asked, looking between her and Wisemon with a worried expression. She wasn't afraid of having to fight the demonic librarian... well, she wasn't afraid of losing, the fight itself seemed simultaneously exciting but terrifying. Had she the information to make a comparison, Silvia would probably have been thinking of rollercoasters. And the girl she had looked up to so much... it was becoming obvious that she was quite the sinner, if the skimpy outfit and professed laziness were any indication. "Yeah? When else am I going to get to talk to this guy?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuroko Iwami Kuroko put a hand on Buck's shoulder. The Digimon's muscles were tensed up and ready for a fight. But at the very least this Wisemon seemed to be willing to listen... for now. Kuroko gave Buck a gentle bop on the head to get his attention. "Calm down," she said softly, kneeling down. "If you do, I'll get you some snacks as soon as I can." That got his attention. Buck's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Really?" "Really-really." "Okay, but for the record, if Wisemon decides to attack, I'm not going down without a fight." Kuroko frowned. She'd heard Buck say something like that before. When the two were sitting in an alleyway while people ran and hid from monsters, the little Digimon had made a promise to her. "Just like you swore before," she muttered. "Of course. But that Sangloupmon... he wasn't as strong as Wisemon. Even with modifications to our Digicores as Champion-levels, we still can't beat an Ultimate-level Digimon on our own." "So you'd have to work in a team?" "Absolutely, but..." Buck scratched under his chin. "Admittedly, I'm not much of a team player..." Kuroko glanced at the others. "If something like the Yokai Incident is happening right now, I think that's gonna have to change."</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "Y-you dare insult my queen!?" Chessy seethed. "Ohoho, aren't you the rude little thing," Estelle smiled, curls swaying lightly from a tilt of her head. "Well, I'll have you know, I'm no tyrant. I love all of my little chessmon and they love me." She patted Chessy on the head. Regardless, this was rather boring, wasn't it? Nothing interesting in this dusty old library at all. "Tch, very well...but know that any further insult will be remembered and returned ten fold, cretin!" Chessy beat the front of his shield with his spear, a loud bang of metal and metal filling the area before returning to an at the ready position next to Estelle. "Hmm...Wisemon was it? You don't supposed I could take a look around the other areas of the library?" Truth be told, she had no interest in helping this...creature. Not after it called her a tyrant of all things. Perhaps there might be a fun or interesting book or some other fascinating document here she could read. It'd certainly alleviate her boredom a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon Wakana was a bit dumbfounded by the guy who almost looked like he was going to flip out and go on a tantrum or something. He... Seemed like he was going to be an issue in resolving this calmly if he kept it up. How annoying. The others... Well, they haven't attack the Wisemon yet though she was half-way worried about the little black dinosaur thing. It looks like its human partner had it under control for now though. Well, at least Wisemon was moving them along now and everyone seemed to go along with it. Well, everyone but the curl haired dumbass. "Of course the idiot doesn't want to help the situation at hand." Wakana sighed as she heard Estelle mentioned exploring the library more. She went into the room with the books, curious about what they looked like. They looked like thick leather-bound grimoires. "Hmmm." Wakana mused as she looked over the ones remaining. "Hmmm. How odd." "What's odd?" Tinkermon asked as she rested herself on Wakana's head. "The books?" The little pixie joined Wakana in looking over the books. Wakana gave a silent nod as she moved her hand up to her mouth in a thinking pose. "Well. The books are a bit odd looking." One called to her. The one with the diamond shape on it. "Not to mention... I find it odd that Wisemon wouldn't know where it is or who took it if he knows what goes on in this library." She scratched her head and sighed. "Obviously, if it's true that Wisemon knows everything in this library, if he doesn't know about it, then it's not here. It's quite likely somewhere else." Tinkermon's eyes lit up. "Oh wow, Wakana! You got really smart!" The small fairy said as she gleefully patted the high-schooler on the head. "Huh? N-no... Anyone could figure that much out." Wakana sighed as the fairy continued her patting. She watched the girl attempt to touch the book earlier and noted there seemed to be no guard against touching it probably. "I'm curious who could have got to it before us. Well, it's that or Wisemon is lying to our faces." The girl continued to muse. Tinkermon gave a forced laugh at something that was an obviously not a joke. "Hahaha... I don't think that's the case. "Probably. Wisemon would notice there was no guilt in Wakana. None outwardly at least. There was a bit of agitation, though it seemed like it stemmed more from lack of information than anything about the room. Probably. "So, these books can cause a calamity. Bypass natural life cycle, increase power, intake data?" Wakana said as she tried to put the pieces together. She didn't have enough information on digimon to really say anything. Luckily, Tinkermon was around. The small fairy nonchalantly spoke, "Huh. Thinking about it, that's kinda like Digivolving, ain't it?" She pondered aloud before getting that Wakana was confused by that. "Oh, right, so... You know how we mentioned Wisemon is an Ultimate level Digimon? It's like a stage of a Digimon's life. I'm a Rookie. Petermon is a Champion. There's a clear power divide between stages, ah! But, I can still beat up Petermon when I want to!" "So, the books can be used to force that?" "Ahh... Maybe. I don't really want to try it out myself. I'm happy as I am, thank you very much." "So, someone came into Wisemon's library without him knowing and stole a book that can possibly cause Digivolving?" Wakana questioned aloud. The more and more she thought about it, the more and more this seemed like some fever dream she was concocting in her head. Well, whatever the case, that was the what, why and where. An old looking grimoire because it could possibly cause digivolution in this library. Who though? Likely wasn't Wisemon. Then who? Another human? Wisemon said Digimon can't open it at least. Now she was invested in this mystery. It was like one of her books. "Caper in the Digital Library!" She giggled, electing a raised eyebrow from Tinkermon. "Either way, I didn't know that was even a thing... Wisemon. Wakana got his attention after he was done with the other... pedantic questions. "You don't remember there being other guests-visitors-invaders in your library before us? For a time before that book was stolen. Or, perhaps you talked to someone about these before?"</s>	<\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) Wisemon offering to show them the location of the books to 'jog' their memory came as a slight relief as it meant that hostilities were not quite open yet. Gil relaxed slightly, and followed Wisemon and the others into the room. With things slightly calmer, people started introducing themselves, so Gil felt it was as good a time as any to do the same. "I'm God-King Gilgamesh, and I'm an Armadimon," Gil declared, then turned to Wisemon, who had bristled at the mention of royalty, "But don't worry, I am neither a god nor a king, it's just a nickname. Makes me sound tough, right? But I get that it's a mouthful, so you can just call me 'Gil'." As the others discussed the books and explained to the humans the details of digimon growth, Gil came up with an idea. Turning back to Wisemon, he said, "So, since you trust that we didn't steal your book, but are understandably distraught by its absence, maybe you could...send us on a mission to retrieve it! I'll put my life on the line to help you get your precious book back." Gil didn't know what a Wisemon was exactly capable of, but he assumed that Wisemon was some sort of magician-type, what with being surrounded by so much digital information, so his next suggestion sort of came from left field, "Do you know any, like, spells? I get that you might think I'm saying all this just so that we can escape, but maybe you could place like a beacon or tracking spell on me or something, so you can check on the status of our mission. And to make sure I stay on track, you can...you can make it an exploding beacon! Whoops! Haha, I mean, but just on me, of course..." He looked around sheepishly, afraid that he had just volunteered the entire group to a pretty messy situation.</s>
<\|description\|>Shion Hagane Age: 15 Appearance: Vehicle sold separately. Shion stands at 162.5 cm (5 foot 4 inches) and has what would barely pass as an "athletic" body with lightly toned muscles and slightly above-average strength and flexibility. The usual facets of her attire are a sweatshirt and headphones of some kind. Everything else seems to be chosen almost randomly from her closet. She is somewhat underweight at 105 pounds. (7.6 Kilograms) Personality: Attempts to describe her traditionally are generally met with failure, as she is eccentric to the point of being nearly non-understandable. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely excitable and extroverted or equally introverted and reflective, with seemingly no middle ground. She is incredibly intelligent but has few social skills and many odd quirks, including a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects, both exacerbated by her rather severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. History: Born in Shinjuku, she was five years old and living in Shibuya when the Yokai Incident occurred, and it was in part due to the incident that her parents and she moved to the United States the year after. A rarity who possesses eidetic memory, the only blind spot in her memory is of the Yokai Incident itself, presumably due to trauma suffered during it. Shion had wandered away from her mother when the incident began. Planning to explore the nearby underground subways, she tripped over something small and soft as it ran by, causing her to fall down the rather large stairs along with what tripped her. Unable to move from the pain and bleeding somewhat from her head, she simply lay there for some time. The small creature turned out to be a yellow Fresh Digimon that apologized profusely to the young human. For nearly two hours, the digimon sat near her and spoke with her to ensure that she was breathing and wasn't trampled by the humans fleeing the tunnels before the girl was rescued and taken elsewhere. While Shion has forgotten this completely, the young digimon still feels that it owes the child a debt for its actions. In America, Shion took to the language and culture far quicker than her parents, both because of the malleability of her age and her powerful memory. Further, she quickly was placed into advanced courses for her education, eventually resulting in her placement in a higher year than her age would dictate. However, at age 9 she was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which made her fall behind in her studies. She only recently got it somewhat under control. She made few friends over the years, and fewer still that she would stay in contact with upon returning to Tokyo. Instead of friends, what she gained most was a love for music, and to this day she is rarely seen without an MP3 and headphones of some kind. Partner Digimon: Re-chan the (at the time) Relemon. Other: - Despises Pop Music. - Refuses to drink water. - Can play several instruments.</s> <\|message\|>God King Gilgamesh (Gil) Wisemon offering to show them the location of the books to 'jog' their memory came as a slight relief as it meant that hostilities were not quite open yet. Gil relaxed slightly, and followed Wisemon and the others into the room. With things slightly calmer, people started introducing themselves, so Gil felt it was as good a time as any to do the same. "I'm God-King Gilgamesh, and I'm an Armadimon," Gil declared, then turned to Wisemon, who had bristled at the mention of royalty, "But don't worry, I am neither a god nor a king, it's just a nickname. Makes me sound tough, right? But I get that it's a mouthful, so you can just call me 'Gil'." As the others discussed the books and explained to the humans the details of digimon growth, Gil came up with an idea. Turning back to Wisemon, he said, "So, since you trust that we didn't steal your book, but are understandably distraught by its absence, maybe you could...send us on a mission to retrieve it! I'll put my life on the line to help you get your precious book back." Gil didn't know what a Wisemon was exactly capable of, but he assumed that Wisemon was some sort of magician-type, what with being surrounded by so much digital information, so his next suggestion sort of came from left field, "Do you know any, like, spells? I get that you might think I'm saying all this just so that we can escape, but maybe you could place like a beacon or tracking spell on me or something, so you can check on the status of our mission. And to make sure I stay on track, you can...you can make it an exploding beacon! Whoops! Haha, I mean, but just on me, of course..." He looked around sheepishly, afraid that he had just volunteered the entire group to a pretty messy situation.</s> <\|message\|>Tamers Wisemon's Lament Wisemon would fixate their eyes upon the fixtures that upheld the great books well emblazoned marble, no damage to any of them, hence why Wisemon was so stumped. Nobody should have the authority to remove them so easily save for Wisemon. Hence why it had to be these unknown variables. That was why Wisemon without a doubt believed that even if they did tell the truth. They weren't being entirely honest with the protector of the library that was Wisemon's personal belief though the Librarian could at least be somewhat cordial. Turning its towering figure around to the arrogant little chessmon and its arrogant partner. Wisemon would stoop low to look at them both directly and personally. "Why do you think-process-CONCLUDE that I would allow a arrogant-suspicious-INTRUDER like yourself to freely move about my library while under suspicion-interrogation-WATCH, So know that you have no right to make such threats in this library." Wisemon would say before creaking back up to full height. Towering over the two as an imposing figure, before merely floating away. Wisemon would next address the organism that was paired with one of the rather rare Sistermon types. Wisemon wasn't unfamiliar with the standard respect one should give to angelic digimon, but Wisemon also didn't really care for such formalities. "Visitors, Rare if at all, Lending? No. Teleportation of books sounds like good idea. Will consider for future investment." The Librarian said with seriousness to what was probably a stupidly complex idea. Indeed Wisemon had answered all the short questions they felt like responding to, because someone had said something that was quite interesting. The girl with a Tinkermon far away from home had brought up the intriguing factor about digivolution. But the girl with the Renamon had asked directly about the books themselves. Wisemon could answer both in one explanation. "I have already told you of the importance and power of the books, But if you wish me to go into detail about the iconography..." Wisemon would say, Their voice a calm more readily to explain sort of tone. Indeed if there is anything this Digimon liked to do. It was to show their intellectual know-how about all things. "As you can see there are seven pedastals, but only six books upon them. The ones that remain are Plutomon, The god of the underworld, whoms symbol is that of a dark diamond. He manages the underworld of data. Neptunemon, God of the Net Ocean with the symbol of the horse and trident. Vulcanusmon, god of the mountain forge and the owner of the grandest mines of the digital world whom uses an anvil as his symbol. Dianamon, the harbringer of the night and the goddess of the moon represented by that very same lunar rock. Venusmon the lover and the compassionate, She both drives Digimon to great success and to ruin with her overwhelming love for all things, represented by her dove and oyster. Last of the ones that remain is Bacchusmon, The foremost drinker and the party holder for all Digimon, represented by the wine glass. They are all gods compared to you and I, the gods of the digital world." Wisemon would conclude. "The final book, and the one that was stolen contained" Then Wisemon would keel over in agony clutching its head in pain as if drawing that much information had hurt it in some way. As it quickly shook its head. What was in the last book. It attempted to try to recall the information again, keeling over once more, something was wrong. What was it talking about. The gods, Olympos XII. The intruders. Jupitermon. In pain the digimon would reach out towards the books to try to read it to refresh its memory. Accessing these books should allow it to remind itself what it was talking about and ground itself. With outstretched palm Wisemon arbiter of the node and keeper of the great library would attempt to read Bacchusmon's Tome. Data corruption at unacceptable levels Access Denied The voice would bellow loudly. And Wisemon? They screamed --- Shibuya Hack enroute to the Digital Shift Leaping from rooftop to rooftop to close in on the signal of the digital shift, a white-furred digimon with a flowing red cape would be rushing to the scene. Hack had been sent alone because not only was he faster, he was also capable of slipping into the school unnoticed. The old geezer would have to wait outside. They would assess the situation before closing the rift. God forbid anyone was trapped inside. But it was the best they could do as of current until they know what the enemy was. All Hack and by extension the rest of Dojo team knew was that the longer the rifts were open, the more unstable the real world would become and they couldn't risk another Yokai incident... Thus it would continue running headlong towards the school. --- Wisemon in their fit of anger and rage was causing the very library to shake, books would fall off their shelves, others would turn red symbolising damaged or corrupted files as a result of Wisemons fit. To see such a figure that had up to this point been at least somewhat intelligent and polite if at least threatening, be devolved down to a rabid beast and then even more frightening. Wisemon would just stop and calmly lift itself up. "Take them. The books. Take them far away from here and do it quickly. I am no longer suited to be the protector of these books. I do not care what your intention is, if your a bad person someone else will have to stop you. Just take them and leave before I inevitably change my mind." Wisemon would say their voice free of distortion. One last island of sanity before the darkest abyss of mindlessness. They were twitching oddly, like a bug being probed with a sharp stick. Their book they stood open shedding pages. It seems whatever Wisemon was doing it was only to stall for time.</s> <\|message\|>Estelle Antoinette Échecs --- "...Rude thing, aren't you." Estelle hummed, narrowing her eyes at Wisemon and completely unfazed by his attitude. She had really done nothing wrong, had she? She most certainly hadn't been rude, either. Hmph, well, whatever then. She'd get into this library one way or another at some point. She was certain it was full of very useful information, and if this hermit didn't want to do the nice thing and share, things could always be persuaded otherwise. So, she turned to move towards the books as Wisemon ordered them to take something. "My Queen?" "Haaa, I don't like it. Not at all." Estelle replied with a sigh. "You, who have been utterly rude to me for know reason think to command me and ask me to help you?" Estelle's mouth turned upwards into a smirk. "I should burn this entire library down for your arrogance." She grabbed the book nearest to her - one saying something about Dianamon? She didn't care. "But since i am far more nice and benevolent than you seem to believe, I'll do it." "Hmph. My queen we should leave. Wisemon's data seems to be becoming increasingly unstable."</s> <\|message\|>Tinkermon Wakana and Tinkermon "I see..." Wakana mentioned as she listened to all of Wisemon's words. All these digimon sounded like... What? Myth? How odd, really. She would have asked more questions lending to how these books could spur digivolution as it were called but something... Weird happened. "W-woah!" Tinkermon yelled in reply to the screams of the library keeper. "He's going berserk!?" The small pixie seemed very concerned about that. "Take the books?" Wakana questioned, not really caring much for the state of this digimon. The scream was not something that bothered her much. This felt like some weird story more than it felt like real life. She quickly reached for the one with the diamond on it. It felt odd that the very thing that had accused them of stealing a tome was now telling them to take them but she won't complain. "What's even going on?" She asked as she started to turn around to run for where they came from. "Data corruption!? I-I don't know exactly! There's a few things it could be!" The little pixie said as she followed after, taking peaks at the ultimate level digimon. "Do you know where we're going?" She questioned as she followed behind her friend. "No idea. Just hoping we can go back the way we came, to be honest!" She looked at the others in the room. It seemed Estelle grabbed a book too. Perhaps she heard the talk Tinkermon and her had and was interested in the possibility of digivolution? Well, that much was fine then. "Grab a book and run, idiots!" It was too good a chance to pass up. Might as well make sure the others grabbed something.</s>	<\|message\|>Shion Hagane A Flower in Bloom (Part 4) --- Shion said nothing as she grabbed the next book in line, the one that apparently belonged to Venusmon, and started back towards the portal. She only made it a few feet before she stopped and turned around. "Wait a second. Are you guys even able to go through the portal we came from? Or should we try to leave through the entrance to the library?" "If we are unable to leave through the portal, so be it. It-" Renamon replied before being cut off. "No. Think about it, we're not able to get weapons, if we were attacked for these books then we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves. You made it sound like you can get stronger, strong enough to protect us and these books if we stay together. So we're staying together." Shion turned towards the others. "So unless one of you is willing to test the portal first, we should leave through the library's exit."</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +6:15 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: N/A --- --- The being hit their head with a sickening thunk and for a moment Tessa worried that Vinnie had killed them. But then they blinked. "Look I don't mean you any harm. I'm just a technician. Please." Tessa winced. They needed answers, but maybe almost killing technicians wasn't a good way to do it. "You can search me. I swear I don't have any weapons." "What about that weird device you've got?" Tessa asked them. She didn't bother trying to search the technician, Vinnie had them securely pinned. "That's just a computer. It stores information about the systems in here. It gave me an alert that a water valve had been shut off. I was coming to check pressures anyway and then you lot were attacking me." Tessa bit her lip at that answer and looked at Vinnie. "Maybe we take them with us back into the pipe to the rest of the group." She was convinced that what had transpired was a misunderstanding. She didn't trust the capitol Them, but this person was just a technician, a grunt. They probably didn't have a say in the kidnapping of the group even. Tessa realized she didn't know the being's name and felt weird about calling them the being and so on in her head so she asked, "What's your name?" "My designation is Y92-6." They said the dash. Tessa frowned, was Y92-6 a robot like the one girl in their group had been? "Hey, either of you got your steak knife still? See if they bleed green like the robot did?" Y92-6's eyes widened in fear. "Wait please don't hurt me. I swear I'm just a technician." They begged. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: --- --- With Cal's help, the group was able to get the camera taped to the grabbed Roomba. They soon had a makeshift set up and set the robot down. It returned to its hidey-hole and the group could watch on the monitor at the end of the line. It was dark in the tunnel, but thankfully the camera was equipped to handle that. At first, it was just a straight line, then it t-sectioned. "Turn left." Luke said forgetting that they didn't actually have control over how the Roomba moved. It turned right instead. Luke frowned but soon the view showed the Roomba joining several other Roomba in what could be best described as a charging room. There was a door though. Large and round. They had a route to an exit. There were now two doors the group could try, but getting to either would be a tight squeeze. Manny entered the room at that moment. "Zarina found someone. There apparently is a scuffle going on. What are you lot up to?" --- --- Atrium Manny nodded and moved away from the opening. As he made his way to the Galley he noticed Noah. "Hey, can you fit inside the pipe? You're small." Noah looked up at Manny. Several emotions crossed his face before he finally shrugged and stood up. Manny kept going and went into the Galley. "Excuse me Raynor, Sophia. Let me see if I fit." Noah said. When Raynor and Sophia had moved aside Noah easily pulled himself up into the pipe and made his way up it. He climbed up the ladder and found the scene of the girls fighting with the unnaturally tall person.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center Skills: Leadership --- --- Sophia looked down as Noah appeared right behind her and nodded slightly as she started to climb back up the ladder and out of the pipe finally. Getting a much better look of the area now, and started to approach Zarina, Tessa and Vinnie who had managed to subdue the alien guy, and started to approach him. She listened to it as it spoke to them and knelt down face to face, while looking at everyone else, she seemed to think that he was being genuine about it all. "Vinnie, Zari, Tessa I think it's telling the truth." Sophia said as she started to search Y92-6, she didnt find anything of use but took the device that Y92-6 was holding and turned it off handing it to Zari. "Try and find out what you can about this." She said looking back at the alien. "Just tell us what you know, you have my word that we wont hurt you. Just give us some answers, thats all we ask." Sophia said calmly while looking over at Vinnie. "We wont get anything if you threaten or kill Them." Sophia said trying to calm her cousin down some.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: Trivia Knowledge and History --- Greenie definitely needed some work when it came to her insults, but Vinnie was all about showing a united front when faced with Them. "Yeah, what she said!" Vinnie chimed in. She'd have to talk to Greenie about creative insults later in private. Everyone had things they could improve on, so there wasn't anything shameful in it. She continued to keep Them pinned down to the ground, even with their cries of just being a technician. "Even if you're just a technician, you work for Them! So if you're just following orders, you're a piece of walking - or I guess lying down - garbage. And if you believe in what's going on here, then you're double garbage! So either way, you're trash!" It didn't help that Y2K, as Vinnie mentally renamed Them, wasn't telling the full truth. She was pretty positive that they weren't being honest when it came to what the device did. She wasn't sure how she knew, but her gut was convinced of it - maybe she had done a video series on the Top Ten Liars of History or something. Her memories were still incredibly fuzzy and spotty. But since the device had given Them an alert about the water, it probably could do other cool things too. "Hey Greenie, Y2K's fancy gizmo is probably worth messing with. I don't doubt that they're a scared technician, but there's no way that's just a water pressure detector or whatever. It's gotta be a Chekhov's Gun." --- When Raynor and Sophia had moved aside Noah easily pulled himself up into the pipe and made his way up it. He climbed up the ladder and found the scene of the girls fighting with the unnaturally tall person. Raynor frowned. He was definitely too big to fit into the pipe as Noah and Sophia had. He wasn't getting anything back on the radio channel. He was grinding his teeth out of frustration, before he made a quick decision and he sprinted to the galley. "Shit got real. Zarina met Them. She isn't answering her radio."</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +7 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa and Gordon came up out of the pipe and joined the group on the catwalk. She had given Gordon a bit of a brief of what had been happening in the water processing room. Y92-6 looked upset from the first glance. Tessa had a feeling that Vinnie wasn't being compliant with Y92-6's wishes. She agreed though. Y92-6 was more valuable to them alive where they could answer questions. "I don't know. They don't tell me their plans. They certainly haven't gone around telling me why they've enslaved a bunch of people into robot bodies." Y92-6 sounded frustrated. Tessa could make a few guesses as to why. Her first guess was that Y92-6 was already a slave and here Vinnie was saying they weren't going to let Y92-6 go. "I can't help you. I don't think you understand that. Not I don't want to help you. I'd love to. If I could help you and everyone else imprisoned on this ship I would do anything. But I cannot. Where we stand is one of the few rooms I'm permitted. I've only have minutes more before my absence is noticed and checked. Killing me is the best way to keep it from being noticed. Get out of sight, back to the rooms. Then give it an hour and you can come back and exit out through the main door there." They pointed off behind a tank. "You can't access everything on the ship from there, but you'll be able to get to most places." Tessa was about to say something, but Noah pushed off from the railing and hit Y92-6. Tessa reached out on instinct but she was too slow. Both Noah and Y92-6 were tumbling over the railing. It felt like it was in slow motion as her fingers brushed the cloth of Noah's shirt. Part of Tessa hoped that Noah had done it on accident. The other part of her knew he hadn't. Noah had had a strange sadness since his memory had returned. He also had sympathized with Y92-6 more than anyone else. Y92-6 didn't fight it, they let themselves tumble over the railing. Neither screamed. They just both fell the hundreds of feet to the hard floor below. Surviving would be unlikely. Exactly one character will have a chance to roll to grab Noah OR Y92-6. --- --- Sector Two Group Containment - Atrium Sparky, having left the Galley, was followed by no one. For her sake that was probably a good thing. She missed the man with the knife slitting the throat of the robot. A fight was breaking out. Some of the noises could be heard through the echoing hallway that connected the three areas of the ship. Considering that it might not be a good idea for her to go back. At least not until things calmed down. However, the noise might cover up the sound of someone particularly strong trying to kick the grate in.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center -> Sector Two Group Containment (pipes) Skills: N/A --- --- "I'm not patronizing you Zari, it's smarter to at least have someone backing you up rather than doing things solo. We all should stick together, it's better to have the numbers in case there is someone hostile here." Sophia whispered back towards Zari, hoping that it would at least get Zari to trust her. When she turned her head slightly and looked up seeing Raynor coming down onto the ladder as well, and nodded towards him. She adjusted her grip on the ladder slightly as tried to make sure that she wouldnt tire herself out by holding herself onto the ladder when she heard Zari calling out to someone. Then a few seconds later she heard a woman's voice coming through the grate itself, she remained quiet for the most part and looked down at Zari it was her show really now at this point as well. Sophia turned her head up slightly hearing Cal's voice calling out to them, she didnt really have a reason to trust her, but Zari really hated her. She already knew what was going on with the others interrogating Y2K who Vinnie had dubbed and hoped that they would get some kind of information on whats actually going on this ship. "No there is someone else on the other end, just stay quiet." Sophia told Cal, as she waited to see what was going to happen next.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: Roller Derby --- Vinnie did her best to absorb the information that Y2K gave her. She tried to come up with some sort of funny device for recalling where the main exit was behind the tank - Thomas the Tank Engine departs from Water World in one hour maybe? It was the best thing that she could come up with, but she still figured she would have a better chance of remembering that than just straight up memorizing what Y2K had said. What happened next was purely driven by instinct and reflex honed from slamming into people at the rink. Noah had charged and slammed into Y2K, sending both of them toppling over. Tessa failed to grab them. Vinnie rushed forward, her hand latching onto the right arm... of Y2K. Noah had plummeted to his death. Her breath caught in her throat as some sort of sob as Vinnie desperately tried to pull Y2K on up, ashamed that she had basically forced Noah's death to be meaningless, but she wasn't going to let Y2K go. Y2K was their best chance at getting the upper hand in this situation. "I need some help," she pleaded, struggling as she tried to pull Y2K on up over the railing, but her grip was starting to slip. --- Raynor's throat went dry as the name Lana Sparks came back to haunt him. He had lost his best friend years ago, setting off on a fruitless quest to the United States in order to try and find her again. He had lost hope that he would find her ages ago, never daring to dream that he would find her again on some sort of alien ship or colony. He forgot how to speak for a moment, before his senses flooded back to him. The sounds of a fight were echoing down into the grate and Raynor's body reacted before his mind had even processed everything, as he kicked the grate open. "Lana? It's me.... Raynor..." he said uncertainly, crawling out of the grate and rising to his full height.</s>
<\|description\|>Lavinia Grace Lavinia Grace Character Quote: Am I stuck in a Young Adult novel? Ugh, please don't be heteronormative, please... --- --- Character Summary Age: 24 Birthday: September 4th Ethnicity: Italian Birth Place: Boulder, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'3 Weight: 120 pounds Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Cool Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Pride Heart Tattoo on right wrist with an arrow going through it Personal Style: Vinnie tends to keep her hair down. Its natural curls make it difficult to brush and comb through, but overall her hair is pretty manageable. She likes to wear jeans. In the winter, she'll have on sweaters. In the summer, spring, and fall (as it is still unbearably warm in Los Angeles), she'll have on different t-shirts. A majority of her wardrobe consists of free shirts she got from work (Buzzfeed swag!). Rent isn't cheap, after all! She also will alternate between wearing glasses or contacts, as she's a bit farsighted. --- --- Psychology Quirky * Spacey * Creative * Irresponsible * Funny * Loud Self Assessment: Her most obvious clue about her life is the pride tattoo on her wrist. She figures that she must have been out and proud, as well as living somewhere where people weren't in danger of being murdered for that sort of thing. Having the money to spend on a tattoo also is a strong case for her not having been homeless (her personal hygiene and the fact that she didn't wake up in the streets somewhere also confirm this). From her ability to speak Italian as well as English, Vinnie has concluded that she either got enough education to learn another language or that she was raised in a bilingual environment. Her calves are in pretty great shape, so Vinnie is certain that she likely exercised pretty often or at least walked a lot. Her glasses have smudges all over them, so maybe she isn't the most neat or tidy of people? All in all, Vinnie thinks she sounds like a rad person. Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Vinnie is a good natured person with ADHD and dyslexia, as well as some social awkwardness. She often comes off as absentminded and thrives in non traditional environments - her career is likely one of the few places where her strengths are emphasized. She often rambles and seems to be out of sync with others, yet this is to her credit. It causes her to attain a charming quirkiness. Her lack of traditional behavior combined with her ADHD can cause her to be forgetful - Vinnie often pulls all nighters in order to complete assignments, not due to procrastination, but simply from not realizing the deadline was approaching. She is well suited to working in teams, as others may be able to help ground her and remind her of important dates that are approaching. Unlike other adopted children, she appears to have no ill will towards her bio parents or a desire to seek them out. Of course, this may just be that she thinks of her biological mother as her aunt, rather than her mother. She is very close to her fathers and has a heightened sensitivity to mentions of drug abuse due to the tragic passing of "Dad" (her biological uncle, later adoptive father). Vinnie is very extroverted and empathetic, making friends with ease. Her sense of humor is strong and unconventional. Habits: Picking up things and fiddling with them, tapping her feet, singing under her breath, talking with her hands Hobbies: Roller Derby, D&D Fears: * Chihuahuas * Drowning * Guns Likes: * Roller Skating * Dancing * Making Videos * Photography * Dungeons and Dragons * Flowers Dislikes: * Caramel (It gets stuck in your teeth and then, that's it. It's there until you die. Or get denchers.) * Drugs * Paperback books (I'm a ride or die hardcover bitch) * High Heels * Public Restrooms * Crowded Beaches --- --- Skills General Skills: * Videography * Creative Writing * History * Basic Mechanics * Trivia Knowledge * Driving (Car) Combat Skills: * Running * Roller Derby Possessions In-Room: A Polaroid camera. It was a graduation gift from her Pops, as he knew that she loved the way photos looked on the film. It also used to belong to her Dad before he passed. --- --- History Biography: Vinnie was adopted by her biological uncle and his husband shortly after she was born. Her mother was a college sophomore and didn't want to be a parent, fearing it would take away her ability to live out her dream of being an astronaut. Her biological father similarly didn't wish to raise her, as he was a fine arts major and wanted to perform in a national ballet year round. Vinnie was never especially heartbroken over this, as she loved her adoptive dads. Dad (biological uncle) owned his own little fashion boutique and Pops (his husband) was a mechanic. She was very close to her grandparents as well, as being an Italian family, familia was everything. She had a fairly active childhood, her dads taking her to extra-curricular programs on the regular. She did rocket camp in the summer, drama in the winter, soccer in the fall, roller derby in the spring. Vinnie always did her best if she was constantly moving, never being able to quite sit still. At school, she was very smart yet struggled with tests due to her dyslexia. Having an iPad where she could set the screen to be a black background with white text was a game changer for her in high school. After graduating high school, she went to California for college. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to study at first, having a lot of interests and seemingly a lack of an ability to focus on them. Despite her dyslexia (and diagnosed ADHD), she ended up double majoring in History and Creative Writing, graduating just one year late. Her pops was so incredibly proud of her (her Dad had passed away earlier that year, having relapsed and lost his battle). She ended up getting a job as a content creator for Buzzfeed, playing to her strengths of doing creative and weird things in a fast paced environment. A memory: When she was a high school senior, she was stood up by her prom date. Her dads wouldn't hear of her moping around at home, so they got into tuxedos themselves and the three of them went to the roller rink, dressed to the nines. They skated for hours and afterwards, they went to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered so much cheesecake that Vinnie almost puked. Once it hit midnight, they finished up by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was the best day of her life. Relationship: * Tessa Grey - brief college roommate, camera enthusiast. 10/10 on the rad scale. * Sophia Harris - cousin, familia. Also 10/10 on the rad scale. * Cal Castro - stole her adderall in college. Rude. Vinnie doesn't know that though. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Dancing Queen by ABBA Extra Information:* She's verified on Twitter and Instagram. * When she was four, she had to go to the emergency room as she got a ring pop stuck in her throat. * Jenny from Doctor Who & AoS I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Caliban "Cal" Castro --- --- --- --- Location: Water Processing Room/Catwalk Skills: --- Cal buried her forehead into her hand, letting out a deep, shaky sigh. It was a mournful one, one of sorrow, but also of stress. What had happened was no doubt a tragedy, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it. If they spent too much time wallowing in their loss, then it wouldn't take long for the corpses to start piling up. So, as much as it pained the empathetic woman, they had to focus on the task at hand and honor their dead later. Some part of her was sure that the sudden sense of pragmatism was a coping mechanism to keep the painful memories away, but she didn't linger on this line of thought. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked over to Tessa. "Tess, could you run back over to the Galley and get us a bunch of green liquid? Maybe if we dump it down there on Noah, the bots will assume it was Y2K who fell over the edge. It sounds insensitive, but...it might keep them off our backs for a bit," Cal said, her lips curled into a frown. She then leaned over, putting a hand on Y92-6's shoulder and looking them in the eye, her voice suddenly softer. "Are you gonna need painkillers for the operation, or...is pain something you don't have to deal with anymore?"</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +7:45 hrs Location: Space, a very far way from Earth --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Location: Water Processing Room Skill: --- --- Manny nodded and pulled the steak knife that he had kept from their experimenting earlier out of the towel he had wrapped it in and awkwardly shoved into his waistline. "You sure Y?" Manny shortened the robot's name further. They only nodded but glanced at Cal "That's a good idea. You can throw the limiter down too at that time. They might sense that and ignore the rest of the evidence. I don't know about pain. I can't really eat pain pills though so I will handle it." They looked back at Manny, nodded, and knelt down to make it easier for the guy to access their neck. Tessa started off back the way the group had come. "I'll go with you." Gordon said following after her. She gave him a nod and smile and the two hurried off. Gordon would have a good idea of what liquid could be used since he was a cook. Meanwhile, Manny started a gentle cut into the back of Y's neck. His hand was steady. The military and medical experience he had pre-space was clearly helping the situation. He was probably the best choice out of the group to be doing the unusual surgery. It took a few minutes and was messy. Manny had Luke hold the towel near the cut to keep the green fluid from going all down Y's back. Tessa and Gordon weren't back by the time he had finished though. Y was shaking a little, but it was not from pain. There was relief written on their face. "Thank you." They whispered out a gentle sigh. --- --- Sector Two Group Containment - Galley With the threat dealt with the group that belonged to Sector Two seemed to relax a little. One of their numbers had found help somehow. They didn't know how, but they were thankful. There were now three dead of the twelve that had woken in Sector Two and one was fading that direction. Even with the attention given to him he probably wouldn't survive another thirty minutes at best without the transfusion. Lucky for him there was one person who was medically trained. She went to the machine and was able to figure out what was needed. She also knew that there was universal donor blood. With that information, she set up the guy with a transfusion. The woman, dark hair and dark-skinned, worked calmly and efficiently. The Roomba continued its futile task.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Sector Two Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia took a step back letting the woman do her work on the wounded guy, she wasnt even sure what had set the guy off to go on a stabbing spree. She turned around wincing slightly seeing the body of the killer now on the ground as well, she looked over towards the others in the group seemed to be calming down. "Hi, my name is Sophia I am sorry that you all witnessed this." She said trying to avoid looking at the bodies of the dead that were in the room, while the roombas helplessly just tried to clean away the blood. Sophia went over towards Zari gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Are you doing alright Zari?" Sophia asked her, she watched as Lana tended to Raynor's injury she was glad that he was able to get some help. She couldnt help but start to worry about Vinnie as well her cousin was alone with the alien at the moment with some of the others as well to. "We are from another room, we managed to escape from which looks similar to where we were. Is there anything weird or anything odd that you found in your rooms also what are all of your names and do you guys remember anything?" Sophia could help but ask.</s>	<\|message\|>Lavinia Grace Location: Catwalk Skills: N/A --- Vinnie frowned a bit, something in Cal's plan didn't quite add up to her. The aliens had to have cameras or something to monitor them at all times. They would know that Noah... She didn't want to voice the thought. They would see Y2K at some point, even if the robot was supposedly dead at the bottom. Was there a blindspot in the cameras? Could they just hide Y2K in the pipes, even though that had nearly killed Luke earlier? She bit her lip and paced back and forth for a minute, filled with jitters and nerves. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was safe. She couldn't even think of a safe course of action. Manny performed the surgery and Vinnie felt a little green as she watched. Y2K wasn't human, but they were still a living being. They could all easily end up like them, trapped in a body that didn't make any sense, subjected to the will of their captors. It was enough to make Vinnie want to throw herself over the ledge, to drown in all of this melancholy and take the easy way out. "I-is there a blindspot in the cameras?" Vinnie asked quietly. She assumed that there had to be cameras where they all had woken up earlier. --- "Could say the same to you, Lana," Raynor told her gruffly. She wasn't at all like he had remembered her. She wasn't the sweet little shy bookworm he had fallen in love with. It was like seeing a stranger possessing her body, a vicious mockery of who Sparks had once been.</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +1:30 Location: Unknown --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Manny stood near Zarina watching with interest. It was clear to him that what they had in front of them wasn't even human, which gave him some concerns. He glanced around at the others for a moment then focused on the body. "What can you tell about it?" Meanwhile, Kyle, stood up, with his cup of coffee, went out into the hall and back the way the girl had come. He knelt down a few times until finally, he was at the far end of the hall where he opened the door. He let out a low whistle. "When you're done with the robot come check this out." He shouted back at them. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa was trying to avoid vomiting as well. It wasn't easy, but she was able to keep what little breakfast she had eaten to stay down. She hadn't had a chance to respond to what she had found in her room. Now she wasn't certain if she wanted to share. Between the idea of it being some weird game show, and now the dead robot? There was a lot of meaning in a burned photo, and Tessa wanted to figure it out before sharing it with a bunch of randos. "I found a swimmers cap." Luke said. "I left it in the room though." He was staying at the table, with his back turned. Tessa didn't blame him, she wished she had kept her back turned. Tessa stepped over to the food machine and spent a minute searching menus. "Oh nice." She clicked a couple of buttons until a bright pink liquid in a cup was ejected. She drank it like a shot. Then she thought about it and pressed a few more buttons. Another cup was ejected, this one filled with a light brown liquid. She drank that and then turned back to the group around the table. "Okay, this machine is probably the coolest thing ever. It has an assortment of over the counter looking drugs, and booze." Tessa then looked at Zarina, "Alright pulling jaws off corpses aside, uh, what he said." She looked at Manny. Then hearing Kyle holler from down the hall she started that way.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: the Galley -> Hallway Skills: N/A --- Vinnie's brain was too focused on the horror scene in front of them to begin to process the fact that the ginger thought she looked familiar - or that people had found personal belongings in their room. Sure, she had found a pretty neat camera, but even that wasn't enough to pull her attention away from the zombie-robot the little girl was mutilating. She tried to cover her eyes with her fingers. She couldn't stop herself from looking though as Zarina pulled the jaw out, covered in the nasty green blood-fluid thing. "Holy shit!!" Vinnie screamed, her volume going up - as if she had to compensate for Cal also being loud. Yet unlike Cal, Vinnie couldn't stop herself from puking. She got up and tried to stagger away from the rest of the group, before she promptly puked onto the ground. Her breakfast pastry hadn't even been digested yet, the little fluffy bits now soggy and covered in stomach vile. Vinnie took deep breaths, bending and bracing herself on her knees as she tried to compose herself. Someone said that they needed to come look down the hallway. The thought of having to step by the robot zombie seriously gave her the creeps. "M-Maybe it's like the Blair Witch Project... but zombie-bots..." Vinnie mumbled. She wiped her mouth clean on the back of her arm as best as she could. The strong tanned guy, Raynor, wasn't disturbed at all by this. "Don't lose the jaw, kid, it might come in handy," he told Zarina. Maybe he had been some sort of mortician or something - or a homicide detective. The scene just wasn't getting to him, though he was a bit on edge due to the lack of memories. He didn't show it though. That was at least another clue to his life. He stepped over the robot and headed into the hallway. "Oh god, oh god..." Vinnie whimpered, as she practically ran past the robot-zombie, her eyes shut until it was out of sight and she was in the hallway.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia stared at Zarina as she walked over to the robo corpse and started to inspect it, she was kind of freaked out about it as well since it reminded her of a zombie, and she really hated zombies as well. She looked at Vinnie and some of the others Vinnie was freaking out a lot more than the others. She still really wasn't sure what was all going on, and looked at the jaw that Zarina had yanked out seeing that it was metal as well. "So a space zombie robot or something?" Sophia asked looking over towards the others, at the moment she wanted to know what was actually going on. Kyle decided to leave the room and started to follow the others who left the room as well, Sophia catching up to Vinnie and gently rested a hand on the girl's shoulder to try and comfort her. "It's okay, it's not going to hurt you." Sophia said reassuring her and giving her a friendly smile. She walked over to what Kyle was pointing at seeing the sky, and then noticed the ground as well there was a blanket with green goo on it, and knelt down to get a better look at it letting out a slight sigh there wasn't anything under it which was good.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley Skills: N/A --- --- "You people need to have a better stomach... That isn't even internal organs or anything that's spraying out and about! This could be way messier then it is, and honestly I'd probably still be curious or whatever if this was an actual person... But it isn't... This is a robot," Zarina said simply, looking the jaw over, twirling it a bit in her hands. She just shrugged in response to what Raynor said towards her as she set the jaw down on the ground by her, and really started looking over the robot, trying to push away some of the green goo that covered her hands, and her arms really at this point. Examining the robot, she saw that the entire skeleton appeared to be made of metal, adding to the assumption that this probably was just a robot and not what others were saying regarding zombies. She tilted the head of the thing backwards so that she could look more into the skull from where she had ripped the jaw off. Glancing up to look at the others, she decided to just be blunt about it. "Definitely going with her just being a robot, though some of this stuff is a bit weird... Her skeleton is completely metal yeah, but her brain seems almost like a mixture of some of the material in a standard human and that green hydraulic fluid... Oh, and the skin feels really weird, it actually feels like the skin of a human, but it doesn't have the same elasticity to it..." with those last words, she settled the robot's head back on the ground, picked up the jaw she had ripped off, and stood up again, looking in the direction everyone was heading. "What's going on over there?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Luke Valentine Time: +1:45 Location: Galley & Atrium --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Before them, where Kyle pointed up at, there was a giant heavily reinforced window. It revealed to those who had followed Kyle not just any sky, but one looking down on a planet. "I don't recognize it. That isn't Earth." Kyle said, his voice was tight. Noah was biting his lip looking around the room and window structure. He looked back down the hall, thinking. --- In the galley, a small square white bot came out of a hole that appeared in the wall near the floor. It went over to the vomit and sprayed water on it and then did a few passes until the vomit was gone. It then repeated the process with the cups of bourbon that Cal had dropped. The small robot then started toward the robot's body and started trying to clean up the green fluid that was all over the ground. "I think Kyle found something interesting down the hall passed our bedrooms. He looked like he was tracking where she came from." Gordon said to Zarina, he held his cup of coffee tightly. He was glancing occasionally at the body on the ground. He did give Cal a disapproving stare when she went for the second drink. He didn't blame her for the first, but was the second really necessary? "I don't think we are in a T.V. show. Want to see what they found?" He stood up, still holding the cup of coffee, and watched the small white robot try to clean up the mess around Zarina and the body. "Maybe there are clues as to what's going on. I think most everyone missed your assessment of the, I suppose android is a more appropriate term." --- --- Location: Galley -> Atrium Skill: N/A --- --- Luke, having kept his eyes from the body very carefully made his way from the Galley after the others to the Atrium. He had seen the woman and knew that she was oozing green fluid rather than red blood, but there was something that still set him on edge about the look of it. It was too real. If this was some T.V. show they could go to hell. There was no way he signed up for this. Walking back down the hall Luke made note that each room had the plaque with a number in front of it. There were twelve rooms, but there had only been eleven of them at the meal. He guessed that the dead girl should have been in the twelfth room, supposedly the room that no one else in the group belonged to. His eye caught a couple of green droplets on the ground. That must have been what Kyle had followed from the Galley. Luke wondered why Kyle had even thought to do that. He wouldn't have. Maybe if he had noticed it, but certainly not as a first idea. So who what Kyle? Who were the rest of the people? Who was the dead girl even? He stepped into the Atrium and looked at where Kyle was pointing. He let out a low whistle. Luke looked at the blanket that Sophia had picked up. "Which room was she in? Maybe there is a clue in there?" He knew he couldn't be the only one thinking that the dead robot girl might not be the only one who was a robot. Luke also knew he was only assuming that the girl had been in a room. The blanket and clothing matched his own, so it was likely. "Wait, Sophia, you said space robot zombie. Before we saw this. How did you know?" Manny turned to ask Sophia. Luke had tensed, half expecting the man to ask everyone to cut open their hands and prove they bled red. Some of that tension released when Manny instead questioned Sophia. It was a good question. "What do you mean space? How do you even know that is real?" Tessa asked, she was started running toward the window but paused for a moment as she passed one of the redwood trees. She reached out and touched the trunk. Luke was certain for a second that he thought she was crying, but she turned from the tree and continued forward to the window where she put her hand on it. "It is cool, uh, to the touch I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Hallway -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- Had she not been in a complete oh-my-god-robot-zombies-are-here-and-going-to-eat-us panic, Vinnie probably would've been able to appreciate Sophia trying to calm her down. Instead as Sophia put a comforting hand on her, all Vinnie could think about was what if Sophia was also one of these gross green zombies? Would the ginger explode and cover her in her gooey guts? Would some of it go into her mouth? Her stomach threatened to upchuck at that very thought. She couldn't imagine the goop tasted like green apple candy - probably more like dirt slug rot semen surprise. Vinnie swallowed thickly, before looking in the direction Kyle pointed. Her eyes widened and she completely forgot how horrified and disgusted and queasy she was feeling. "Holy shit..." she said again, this time filled more with awe and astonishment. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." The planet they were looking at looked more like the moon than the Earth, but the coloring was all wrong. She didn't see anything that looked like the massive oceans that spanned the globe and it wasn't grey enough to be the moon. "Wait, you said space! You're probably one of them... whoever them is!" Vinnie yelped, before running away from Sophia and hiding behind Kyle. A flash of panic and fear crossed Raynor's face, before he managed to get his expression under control again. "There's an easy way to figure out who is one of them... They bleed green. I'm assuming we bleed red. So how about we find a utensil from the food court area and see about ruling out any further surprises?" he suggested, though his gaze was fixed firmly on the planet, rather than the others.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia looked out of the window seeing literal space before them and what looked like a planet as well, she set the blanket down onto the ground. She couldn't recognize the planet below them either which was really unsettling to her, before looking over towards Manny who addressed her about the robot being a space robot zombie. The only thing she could think of were scifi movies usually robots were associated with space movies. "Uhm space, or scifi movies in general they tend to have robots in them?" Sophia said looking at them all, she didn't like the way that they all were looking at her. Vinnie of course started to freak out, calling her a robot as well letting out a slight sigh she didn't even know who she was so why would she even know that she was even a robot in the first place. "Hey if I was like that robot girl in the galley i'd probably would know what I was or something then. I don't even know who the hell I am in the first place to." Sophia said as she shook her head a little bit and looked at Raynor when he made his suggestion. "I'll be the first volunteer then if it makes you all happy?" She said.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- "It seems like it. How rude, ask questions about something and then completely ignore the answer," she responded to Gordon before looking over at Cal, a bit annoyed that she had asked about her keeping the jaw from the robot with her. "You have no idea how useful robotic parts can be! I can't take the whole head with me or anything like that, seriously. Use your brain if you have one!" she retaliated towards her, before another idea crossed her mind and she switched her attention back towards the robot's head. Setting the jaw down for a split second, she took her hand and reached towards the robot's right eye, before she carefully used her fingers to pry the eyeball out of it's socket. Having also stopped caring about whether or not she got dirty or anything. Picking the jaw back up as well, she stood up from the ground and looked at the eyeball in her hand. "Come along Mr. Eyeball, let's see what trouble everyone else is getting into shall we?" she said to the eye, not expecting a response or anything as she left the room to see what everyone else was looking at. "What's going on out here?" she asked, walking over and glancing up at the window, her eyes growing wide as she glanced up towards the window. "Whoa... That's cool," she muttered, almost holding up the eyeball so that if it actually was a living thing that could see, it would be looking out the window too. "What do you think about it Mr. Jaws? We definitely aren't where we're supposed to be I don't think," Zarina spoke turning to look at the robotic jaw that was in her other hand. When she heard Raynor suggest cutting people or whatever to determine if they were a robot or not, she instantly waved the hand with the jaw in it around. "Oooooh you can cut me open! I want to know how the non-robotic body works anyway!" she said instantly, before lowering her hands and looking once more at the robotic parts in her hands. "Though I think I should probably see about getting Mr. Eyeball and Mr. Jaws cleaned at some point, since the green hydraulic fluid is everywhere!"</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia turned her attention towards Zarina who came into the room carrying yet another robot body part this time it was the robot's eye, she cringed a little bit seeing it. She wasn't even sure if she was a robot herself either right now, she took a moment and looked out into space once more. Everyone was fine with her volunteering to cut herself just a little bit to prove that she wasn't a robot either, Zarina was instantly on bored with letting her be cut open which was really weird. "We just need a small nick or cut, no diesecting everyone to see if they are a robot or not." Sophia said while looking at the robotic eye again. "So, does anyone have something sharp on them?" Sophia asked looking at Luke who looked like he was freaking out just a little bit over just a small bit of blood. She just really wanted to get everyone off of her back, as far as she knew she was still human anyway, looking over at Vinnie who was being oddly quiet still as well. "Should we do this in the galley or right here?" Sophia asked, she wasn't sure how much they could access more of the ship or station whatever they were on either.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- The color drained from Vinnie's face. The ginger didn't even know if she was a robot zombie or not. The logical conclusion then was that anyone could be one of them - Vinnie could be a green space bug thing and she wouldn't even know it! She tried not to hyperventilate at the very thought. She felt human - but what did feeling human even feel like? She felt a little cold - or was she slightly hot? No, she was definitely just flustered and her body temperature was normal... Unless this wasn't what a normal body temperature was? If anyone else was one of the robots.... it was definitely the girl with the green hair. She came in, holding up the bits she had taken from the robot zombie carcass, talking to them like they were her pets. Hydraulic fluid sounded like something a robot would know about anyways. It was a lot more scientific than what Vinnie would have called it - green goo blood. One of the strangers/victims/potential robot zombies came up and tried to get her to do some breathing exercises. Vinnie definitely felt patronized by it - and her annoyance of it actually did manage to take her mind off of it some. "Thank you, but I reject your breathing exercises and the patriarchy you're clearly supporting with them! Women are allowed to have feelings, assuming that I'm being hysterical is systematic oppression! I'm sure that I am an educated person or something, but seriously, this situation is confusing and scary, so I am allowed to express my feelings without ridicule!" "Let's go back to the food area, we can find something sharp enough to break the skin there," Raynor told everyone. "Starting with Sophia... And look, clearly the kid is a bit of a weirdo, so I don't think we need to keep rehashing that. She isn't hurting anyone and she isn't going to hurt herself with the stuff. Hell, we could probably use the jaw to cut everyone. The kid also is the one who studied the corpse the most, so she can be the one to feel up the Scaredy Cat with the fake disease."</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: Atrium Skills: Mixed Trivia Knowledge --- --- "...What's wrong with being curious about things?" Zarina asked Cal, not really looking over at her, just looking at the eyeball and the robotic jaw that were in her hands. "I just wonder how things work... Why do you make that out to be such a bad thing?" she didn't even look over at Cal when she spoke, deciding to just ignore her entirely and pay attention to what everyone else was doing and talking about. It was definitely better then listening to any of the words coming out of Cal's mouth. "Ignore her Mr. Eyeball, she doesn't know what she's talking about," she said simply to the robotic eye as she listened in on everyone else. The others were still talking about cutting themselves to figure out if they were weird robot things or something, and one guy just started freaking out over the idea. Something because of hemophilia or something like that. "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke!" she blurted out, going with the random bit of knowledge in the back of her mind. "I have no idea what hemophilia is though... It's some weird blood thing right?" "It's when the blood in the body doesn't clot correctly. It makes it really hard to get someone to stop bleeding and even a small injury could be fatal," Manny explained to the group. "So... A knick or something could kill him? That's gotta suck horribly!" Zari said, shaking her head slightly as she started looking at the metal jaw in her hand again as she sort of started wandering around in circles a bit. Everyone was still blabbing about, talking about how they should cut themselves or whatever, and Raynor at least seemed to be defending her when it came to the way that she was acting, which was nice to hear that someone was perfectly fine with it. However, she decided that instead of talking, she was going to actually do something. "Okay Mr. Jaws, let's see how sharp and pointy you are," she said to the robotic part in her hand, before she held her arm up (not caring that the jaw and her arm were both still covered in hydraulic fluid) and used it to cut her own arm, not caring what anyone else thought about it. Her arm instantly started bleeding red, actual blood, and it seemed to almost mix with the fluid on her arm already. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! It's red, so that's actual blood, coooooooooooooool! Huh, wonder what color green and red make... Anyone else want to cut themselves? Though I'd suggest Mr. Jaws getting a bath first," she said, before holding the jaw out to others, her arm had some blood trailing along it.</s>
<\|description\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Zarina Patriya Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke! --- --- Character Summary Age: 18 Birthday: August 17 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada Gender: Female Languages: English, French --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 2 inches Weight: 117 pounds Body Type: Average Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots) Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it. --- --- Psychology Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others. Habits: Twisting her hair Hobbies: Messing with circuits Fears: * Spiders * Being alone * Enclosed spaces Likes: * Wires * Circuits * Flowers * Animals * Being around others * The outdoors Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes * Bullies * Being stuck in one place * Fire * Bugs --- --- Skills General Skills: * Hacking * Computer Programming * Computer Hardware Engineering * Integrated Circuits * Computer Systems * Mixed Trivia Knowledge Combat Skills: * Stamina Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet. --- --- History Biography Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her. This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow. Then came the accident. There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology. Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering. A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her. Relationship: * Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Galley -> Room 2 Skills: N/A --- Zarina was definitely insane and Vinnie actually felt a little bit bad for the space roomba. Cal seemed to be a different sort of crazy, wearing the fetish collar of the dead android. Vinnie shuddered, wondering if that was even sanitary. Vinnie considered herself to be the epitome of sanity as she cut off a hunk of her steak with her bloody knife and popped it into her mouth. She then got an idea and cut the rest of the steak up into small, nugget sized pieces that way she could bring the food with her on the search and continue to chow down. With everyone assigned into groups, Vinnie went with Sophia to room 2. "So, this seems like the same abject design horror that was in my room," Vinnie commented, looking around. She popped another steak nugget into her mouth and swallowed it, before holding out the plate to Sophia. Sophia had been proven to not be a zombie robot and she had given Vinnie a cherry soda, so her loyalty was at least temporarily assured. "This steak is really good if you want some. It's like little nugget sized pieces now too, so you can just pop it in and chew, no bloody knife needed! Wait, no, don't eat those. These probably have my blood on it. So unless you're a space vampire witch, they're all mine." She glanced around the room, setting her plate of blood contaminated steak down on top of the drawers. She started to tear apart the bed, pulling at the sheets and tossing them up into the air to try to shake something out, but nothing came. Vinnie frowned slightly. It had been a surefire way to find things or so it seemed. She turned to grab another piece of steak before she could've smacked herself, opening up the drawers. "Eureka! I found a photo!" she exclaimed to Sophia, pulling out a photograph of a girl sitting on Santa's lap. There was a woman nearby in the photograph, though her face was burned off. "Yikes, she must've been awful to get her face burned." --- Raynor glanced over at Zarina after the others left, seeing that she was pretty happy messing with the little robot. Gordon had decided to clean things up, so Raynor stepped up to the magical vending machine and messed with it for a moment. The steaks were queued up on the machine's menu and Raynor fiddled about with it for a little bit, until he found what he was looking for. He ordered up three things of rum. He downed the first one instantly, setting it aside, before grabbing the remaining two and he sat himself down at a table. "So are you trying to do anything in particular, kid?" he asked Zarina, nursing the second thing of rum.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Galley -> Room 2. Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia watched as Zarina went to tackle the little space Roomba, she did kind of find it a little bit cute and entertaining to watch as she managed to grab onto it and Raynor handing off the knife for her to dissect the thing. When her attention turned towards Cal and Kyle as the two answered her question and nodded slightly. She just wasn't sure if it was the robots or the previous persons' belongings, but partnering up wasn't a bad idea either. "Sounds good to me then." Sophia said as she followed behind Vinnie towards Room Two watching Vinnie eating some steak that she took with her and shook her head slightly. "No thank you, i'm good." Sophia said declining since she didn't really know her, still something nagged at her she knew Vinnie for some reason. Sophia started to make her way towards the bathroom and started to open everything in there, even going as far as trying to test if there was anything hollow by knocking on the wall. When she couldn't see or hear anything Sophia walked back into the bedroom as Vinnie searched the bedside table. Seeing the photo she still wasn't sure what it actually meant though but at least it was something as Sophia looked around the room once more. "The bathroom is clear. Cool photo though, I wonder who the woman is though." Sophia said shrugging slightly. "Should we head back?" Sophia asked Vinnie.</s>	<\|message\|>Zarina Daiya Patriya Location: The Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Zarina glanced over as it seemed like several people were pairing off to go look at other rooms or go exploring. In truth she kind of wanted to go too, but right now, she was more concerned with the robot in her hands who had tried to get away from her. "Nope, no can do... You are not going anywhere Zoomy," she said, now giving a name to the space roomba in her hands. A part of her was curious as to what was in the little cubby hole that Zoomy called a home, but figured she'd first learn what she could about the robot. Then she could see about poking her head over there to look. This entire place was just a bit insane in her mind, and she loved it so much. She looked up at Raynor as he asked her a question and she shrugged slightly in response. "I mainly want to see how Zoomy here works. I'm curious about it, since I mean, we have no idea how we got here or anything, so might as well try to learn as much about our environment as possible right? Besides, maybe I can get Zoomy to follow me around or something, now that would be cool," Zari told him with a bit of a smile on her face as she attempted to open up the robot with the knife, unfortunately, the robot's compartment seemed to be a bit jammed. "Ruuuuuuuuuuuuude Zoomy! Why is your thingy jammed or whatever! What is it even jammed with?" she said rather quickly, before looking at the opening a bit more. Clearly in her mind the thing wasn't designed correctly if the thing got jammed from liquid that the robot was designed to clean up. "Maybe we should give you an upgrade or something, since this is a bit ridiculous," she added, before getting up and going to the vending machine, before flipping through and managing to find some paper towels, which she then took and went back to the robot attempting to clean it up a bit before she tried opening the thing again.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Allison Harris Sophia Harris Character Quote: You can always make something from nothing. --- --- Character Summary Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Colorado Springs, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'7 Weight: 132lbs Body Type: Slender with some muscle due to her work in construction Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brownish red Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Cat tattoo between her shoulder blades, ears pierced, but no earrings. Personal Style: Sophia usually likes to wear warm clothes anywhere from a hoodie to a leather jacket and blue jeans. Colors though range from dark and boring colors to bright ones as well depending on her mood really as well. She doesn't like to wear high heels or anything fancy, preferring boots more than anything. --- --- Psychology Creative * OCD * * Smart * Compulsive * Adaptable * Selfless Self Assessment: Sophia thinks that she is pretty smart, and handy with her hands, and could probably make something if she put her mind to it. She thinks that she could be there for anyone who she would consider a friend or family member as well. She knows that her hands are pretty calloused so she worked a lot outside or with a lot of heavy lifting. Seeing her tattoo also, she thinks that she likes cats as well, she also has a picture of her late husband, so she knows that she was or is still married at one point or another, a mark where she had a wedding ring on her finger. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sophia is known to be a pretty friendly person once you get to know her though she is very weary of strangers or people she does not know very well. She doesn't trust people as easily once she gets to know you though she can be a very loyal friend and even helpful. Sophia is known to crack quiet a few good jokes every now and then, and will try and do whatever it takes to make a person smile however she is a little bit OCD and tries to make everything as perfect as possible. Sophia due to her job being a foreman can be a pretty good leader and will step up if she ever has to, she likes to listen to other and follow orders more though. She is a very kind leader as well and is willing to give people a chance, she is known to also be very protective over her friends and is willing to sacrifice herself to protect them at any cost. Habits: Whenever she is nervous or scared Sophia will bite her lower lip, her eye will twitch if she is lying or has something to hide, and taps her foot whenever she is impatient. Sophia is also very OCD whenever it comes to making something and tries to make things as perfect as possible. Hobbies: Whenever Sophia has free time she actually likes to read books or anything that she can get her hands on, she also liked to listen to music. As well as making metal sculptures whenever she has the materials to make some. Fears: * Spiders * Ghosts * Being Abandoned Likes: * Cats * Building things * Children * Books * Dancing * Sports Dislikes: * People who slack off * Loud cars * Zombie movies * Video games * Dogs * People who harm or hurt her friends and family. --- --- Skills General Skills: * Construction * Leadership * Metalworking * Heavy machinery * Engineering * Construction tools Combat Skills: * First aide * Handguns Possessions In-Room: A picture of her late husband, who she knew she had been married to, though she doesn't remember how they met really. --- --- History Biography Sophia's early life was fairly normal her father was a manager at a local grocery store in Colorado Springs, while her mother was a kindergarten teacher. Sophia instead of playing with Barbie's and doll houses, she actually liked playing with toy cars and playing in the dirt with the boys. Throughout grade school however Sophia was actually very smart and always strived to make her grades perfect, and never accepted anything lower then an A and even asked to retake tests just to get that perfect score. Sophia eventually made it to high school where she met her boyfriend and future husband Andrew the two hit it off very quickly. She eventually graduated with full honors, and decided that she wanted to work construction and spent the next several years learning hands on building, fixing and creating new things. Sophia then graduated a few years later and quickly was hired as a construction foreman, which she actually enjoyed. Then she married her high school sweetheart and the two bought a house together they lived like a happy couple. Then tragedy struck her husband Andrew was on his way home from work when he was hit by a drunk driver and was presumed dead at the scene, this devastated Sophia. She then decided that she would start a new life in Chicago. A Memory: Sophia remembers her wedding day really well, having her best friend as the maid of honor there at the wedding, and walking down the isle with her father. And then getting married, and a lot of dancing and drinking as well. And she remembered making plans on going on a honeymoon to the Bahamas with her husband that night as well. Realtionship: * Vinnie Grace Sophia and Vinnie are cousins. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Something From Nothing - Foo Fighters - Sonic Highways Extra Information: HoO the Hidden Gem Post, Dr. Rodney McKay from Stargate Atlantis. I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Caliban "Cal" Castro --- --- --- --- Location: Room 8 Skills: N/A --- Cal gave a slow, thoughtful nod at the talkative girl's Vinnie's input. She was probably right. They likely would have had to sign some sort of form, a realization that, while not disproving her theory entirely, put in a few extra complications. As people introduced themselves, she stared at them, trying to analyze whether or not they'd be the type to sign up for a memory-removing reality show. Cal wasn't sure why, but she felt like she herself would. Vinnie seemed like an obvious yes. She seemed more excited at the prospect of being on television than put out by it. Sophia was more difficult. Cal couldn't tell whether or not she'd willingly relinquish her memories, but, being a redhead, she'd probably be prime reality TV material. Zarina didn't even look old enough to sign for herself, so that was a strike against the theory. Tessa, while pretty, was pretty in an unconventional way, or, as reality shows might put it, an unmarketable way, so strike two. Kyle, though, seemed like a hit: seemingly extroverted, and attractive, the only two things that mattered to producers. That brought her to the man she'd been ogling earlier, and her shoulders dropped in disappointment. There was no way that Paranoia Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive would sign away his life for a little screen time. Even as he spoke, his words were quick and few. When he was done, Cal raised her eyebrows, waiting for a moment for him to continue, only to realize that he wasn't going to. Cal paused, before she began to put her hands together in a slow clap. "Blimey, brilliant speech, mate. Your use of the English language is truly somethin' to behold. You don't know how much of a relief it is to know we've got a poet in our midst," she said with a smirk, her words dripping with sarcasm. Her slow clapping came to an end when a few of the others began to discuss the objects they found in their rooms. "Just Vincent here," she said, pulling out her empty pill bottle and putting it on the table. She then got a look of remembrance, and began reaching for her other pocket, where the vial sat, saying, "Oh, and this weird little-" before stopping as she heard the sound of a door opening. She looked over, expecting to see another person come in and fill their extra seat. Her eyes went wide as she saw the woman with strange emerald liquid dripping out of her mouth and eyes. "MOTHERFUCKING CUNTBUCKET, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER FUCKING FACE?!" Cal yelled, leaping up, pushing back her chair to the point of it falling down behind her. She watched with horror as the youngest among them stood from her seat and approached the now fallen woman. "Wait, kid, Zarina, stay away from her! She's leakin' green for fuck's sake!" As Zarina approached the woman, Cal followed, though she stopped a solid five or so meters away from the body. She watched with worry and confusion, unsure of what the girl was doing as she grabbed onto the woman's jaw and began to pull. "What are you-" she began, lips curled down in disgust. Then there were snapping and squishing sounds, and the woman's detached jaw sat in Zarina's hands. Cal let out an audible gag, and she could feel the little she'd just eaten rush up her throat. She put her fist up against her lips. It took all her willpower to keep herself from puking, but she managed. Once the disgust had dimmed to a subtle queasy feeling, she looked back up at Zarina, specifically avoiding the body part in her hands. "Jesus fuck, her jaws off!" She seemed to be more focused on that little detail than Zarina's discovery that the woman was a robot.</s> <\|message\|>Tessa Gray Time: +1:30 Location: Unknown --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Manny stood near Zarina watching with interest. It was clear to him that what they had in front of them wasn't even human, which gave him some concerns. He glanced around at the others for a moment then focused on the body. "What can you tell about it?" Meanwhile, Kyle, stood up, with his cup of coffee, went out into the hall and back the way the girl had come. He knelt down a few times until finally, he was at the far end of the hall where he opened the door. He let out a low whistle. "When you're done with the robot come check this out." He shouted back at them. --- --- Location: Galley Skill: N/A --- --- Tessa was trying to avoid vomiting as well. It wasn't easy, but she was able to keep what little breakfast she had eaten to stay down. She hadn't had a chance to respond to what she had found in her room. Now she wasn't certain if she wanted to share. Between the idea of it being some weird game show, and now the dead robot? There was a lot of meaning in a burned photo, and Tessa wanted to figure it out before sharing it with a bunch of randos. "I found a swimmers cap." Luke said. "I left it in the room though." He was staying at the table, with his back turned. Tessa didn't blame him, she wished she had kept her back turned. Tessa stepped over to the food machine and spent a minute searching menus. "Oh nice." She clicked a couple of buttons until a bright pink liquid in a cup was ejected. She drank it like a shot. Then she thought about it and pressed a few more buttons. Another cup was ejected, this one filled with a light brown liquid. She drank that and then turned back to the group around the table. "Okay, this machine is probably the coolest thing ever. It has an assortment of over the counter looking drugs, and booze." Tessa then looked at Zarina, "Alright pulling jaws off corpses aside, uh, what he said." She looked at Manny. Then hearing Kyle holler from down the hall she started that way.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: the Galley -> Hallway Skills: N/A --- Vinnie's brain was too focused on the horror scene in front of them to begin to process the fact that the ginger thought she looked familiar - or that people had found personal belongings in their room. Sure, she had found a pretty neat camera, but even that wasn't enough to pull her attention away from the zombie-robot the little girl was mutilating. She tried to cover her eyes with her fingers. She couldn't stop herself from looking though as Zarina pulled the jaw out, covered in the nasty green blood-fluid thing. "Holy shit!!" Vinnie screamed, her volume going up - as if she had to compensate for Cal also being loud. Yet unlike Cal, Vinnie couldn't stop herself from puking. She got up and tried to stagger away from the rest of the group, before she promptly puked onto the ground. Her breakfast pastry hadn't even been digested yet, the little fluffy bits now soggy and covered in stomach vile. Vinnie took deep breaths, bending and bracing herself on her knees as she tried to compose herself. Someone said that they needed to come look down the hallway. The thought of having to step by the robot zombie seriously gave her the creeps. "M-Maybe it's like the Blair Witch Project... but zombie-bots..." Vinnie mumbled. She wiped her mouth clean on the back of her arm as best as she could. The strong tanned guy, Raynor, wasn't disturbed at all by this. "Don't lose the jaw, kid, it might come in handy," he told Zarina. Maybe he had been some sort of mortician or something - or a homicide detective. The scene just wasn't getting to him, though he was a bit on edge due to the lack of memories. He didn't show it though. That was at least another clue to his life. He stepped over the robot and headed into the hallway. "Oh god, oh god..." Vinnie whimpered, as she practically ran past the robot-zombie, her eyes shut until it was out of sight and she was in the hallway.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris Location: Galley Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia stared at Zarina as she walked over to the robo corpse and started to inspect it, she was kind of freaked out about it as well since it reminded her of a zombie, and she really hated zombies as well. She looked at Vinnie and some of the others Vinnie was freaking out a lot more than the others. She still really wasn't sure what was all going on, and looked at the jaw that Zarina had yanked out seeing that it was metal as well. "So a space zombie robot or something?" Sophia asked looking over towards the others, at the moment she wanted to know what was actually going on. Kyle decided to leave the room and started to follow the others who left the room as well, Sophia catching up to Vinnie and gently rested a hand on the girl's shoulder to try and comfort her. "It's okay, it's not going to hurt you." Sophia said reassuring her and giving her a friendly smile. She walked over to what Kyle was pointing at seeing the sky, and then noticed the ground as well there was a blanket with green goo on it, and knelt down to get a better look at it letting out a slight sigh there wasn't anything under it which was good.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Allison Harris Sophia Harris Character Quote: You can always make something from nothing. --- --- Character Summary Age: 30 Birthday: October 30th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Colorado Springs, Colorado Gender: Female Languages: English, Italian --- --- Appearance Height: 5'7 Weight: 132lbs Body Type: Slender with some muscle due to her work in construction Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Brownish red Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Cat tattoo between her shoulder blades, ears pierced, but no earrings. Personal Style: Sophia usually likes to wear warm clothes anywhere from a hoodie to a leather jacket and blue jeans. Colors though range from dark and boring colors to bright ones as well depending on her mood really as well. She doesn't like to wear high heels or anything fancy, preferring boots more than anything. --- --- Psychology Creative * OCD * * Smart * Compulsive * Adaptable * Selfless Self Assessment: Sophia thinks that she is pretty smart, and handy with her hands, and could probably make something if she put her mind to it. She thinks that she could be there for anyone who she would consider a friend or family member as well. She knows that her hands are pretty calloused so she worked a lot outside or with a lot of heavy lifting. Seeing her tattoo also, she thinks that she likes cats as well, she also has a picture of her late husband, so she knows that she was or is still married at one point or another, a mark where she had a wedding ring on her finger. Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sophia is known to be a pretty friendly person once you get to know her though she is very weary of strangers or people she does not know very well. She doesn't trust people as easily once she gets to know you though she can be a very loyal friend and even helpful. Sophia is known to crack quiet a few good jokes every now and then, and will try and do whatever it takes to make a person smile however she is a little bit OCD and tries to make everything as perfect as possible. Sophia due to her job being a foreman can be a pretty good leader and will step up if she ever has to, she likes to listen to other and follow orders more though. She is a very kind leader as well and is willing to give people a chance, she is known to also be very protective over her friends and is willing to sacrifice herself to protect them at any cost. Habits: Whenever she is nervous or scared Sophia will bite her lower lip, her eye will twitch if she is lying or has something to hide, and taps her foot whenever she is impatient. Sophia is also very OCD whenever it comes to making something and tries to make things as perfect as possible. Hobbies: Whenever Sophia has free time she actually likes to read books or anything that she can get her hands on, she also liked to listen to music. As well as making metal sculptures whenever she has the materials to make some. Fears: * Spiders * Ghosts * Being Abandoned Likes: * Cats * Building things * Children * Books * Dancing * Sports Dislikes: * People who slack off * Loud cars * Zombie movies * Video games * Dogs * People who harm or hurt her friends and family. --- --- Skills General Skills: * Construction * Leadership * Metalworking * Heavy machinery * Engineering * Construction tools Combat Skills: * First aide * Handguns Possessions In-Room: A picture of her late husband, who she knew she had been married to, though she doesn't remember how they met really. --- --- History Biography Sophia's early life was fairly normal her father was a manager at a local grocery store in Colorado Springs, while her mother was a kindergarten teacher. Sophia instead of playing with Barbie's and doll houses, she actually liked playing with toy cars and playing in the dirt with the boys. Throughout grade school however Sophia was actually very smart and always strived to make her grades perfect, and never accepted anything lower then an A and even asked to retake tests just to get that perfect score. Sophia eventually made it to high school where she met her boyfriend and future husband Andrew the two hit it off very quickly. She eventually graduated with full honors, and decided that she wanted to work construction and spent the next several years learning hands on building, fixing and creating new things. Sophia then graduated a few years later and quickly was hired as a construction foreman, which she actually enjoyed. Then she married her high school sweetheart and the two bought a house together they lived like a happy couple. Then tragedy struck her husband Andrew was on his way home from work when he was hit by a drunk driver and was presumed dead at the scene, this devastated Sophia. She then decided that she would start a new life in Chicago. A Memory: Sophia remembers her wedding day really well, having her best friend as the maid of honor there at the wedding, and walking down the isle with her father. And then getting married, and a lot of dancing and drinking as well. And she remembered making plans on going on a honeymoon to the Bahamas with her husband that night as well. Realtionship: * Vinnie Grace Sophia and Vinnie are cousins. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Something From Nothing - Foo Fighters - Sonic Highways Extra Information: HoO the Hidden Gem Post, Dr. Rodney McKay from Stargate Atlantis. I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Luke Valentine Time: +1:45 Location: Galley & Atrium --- @Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose --- --- Before them, where Kyle pointed up at, there was a giant heavily reinforced window. It revealed to those who had followed Kyle not just any sky, but one looking down on a planet. "I don't recognize it. That isn't Earth." Kyle said, his voice was tight. Noah was biting his lip looking around the room and window structure. He looked back down the hall, thinking. --- In the galley, a small square white bot came out of a hole that appeared in the wall near the floor. It went over to the vomit and sprayed water on it and then did a few passes until the vomit was gone. It then repeated the process with the cups of bourbon that Cal had dropped. The small robot then started toward the robot's body and started trying to clean up the green fluid that was all over the ground. "I think Kyle found something interesting down the hall passed our bedrooms. He looked like he was tracking where she came from." Gordon said to Zarina, he held his cup of coffee tightly. He was glancing occasionally at the body on the ground. He did give Cal a disapproving stare when she went for the second drink. He didn't blame her for the first, but was the second really necessary? "I don't think we are in a T.V. show. Want to see what they found?" He stood up, still holding the cup of coffee, and watched the small white robot try to clean up the mess around Zarina and the body. "Maybe there are clues as to what's going on. I think most everyone missed your assessment of the, I suppose android is a more appropriate term." --- --- Location: Galley -> Atrium Skill: N/A --- --- Luke, having kept his eyes from the body very carefully made his way from the Galley after the others to the Atrium. He had seen the woman and knew that she was oozing green fluid rather than red blood, but there was something that still set him on edge about the look of it. It was too real. If this was some T.V. show they could go to hell. There was no way he signed up for this. Walking back down the hall Luke made note that each room had the plaque with a number in front of it. There were twelve rooms, but there had only been eleven of them at the meal. He guessed that the dead girl should have been in the twelfth room, supposedly the room that no one else in the group belonged to. His eye caught a couple of green droplets on the ground. That must have been what Kyle had followed from the Galley. Luke wondered why Kyle had even thought to do that. He wouldn't have. Maybe if he had noticed it, but certainly not as a first idea. So who what Kyle? Who were the rest of the people? Who was the dead girl even? He stepped into the Atrium and looked at where Kyle was pointing. He let out a low whistle. Luke looked at the blanket that Sophia had picked up. "Which room was she in? Maybe there is a clue in there?" He knew he couldn't be the only one thinking that the dead robot girl might not be the only one who was a robot. Luke also knew he was only assuming that the girl had been in a room. The blanket and clothing matched his own, so it was likely. "Wait, Sophia, you said space robot zombie. Before we saw this. How did you know?" Manny turned to ask Sophia. Luke had tensed, half expecting the man to ask everyone to cut open their hands and prove they bled red. Some of that tension released when Manny instead questioned Sophia. It was a good question. "What do you mean space? How do you even know that is real?" Tessa asked, she was started running toward the window but paused for a moment as she passed one of the redwood trees. She reached out and touched the trunk. Luke was certain for a second that he thought she was crying, but she turned from the tree and continued forward to the window where she put her hand on it. "It is cool, uh, to the touch I mean."</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Hallway -> Atrium Skills: N/A --- Had she not been in a complete oh-my-god-robot-zombies-are-here-and-going-to-eat-us panic, Vinnie probably would've been able to appreciate Sophia trying to calm her down. Instead as Sophia put a comforting hand on her, all Vinnie could think about was what if Sophia was also one of these gross green zombies? Would the ginger explode and cover her in her gooey guts? Would some of it go into her mouth? Her stomach threatened to upchuck at that very thought. She couldn't imagine the goop tasted like green apple candy - probably more like dirt slug rot semen surprise. Vinnie swallowed thickly, before looking in the direction Kyle pointed. Her eyes widened and she completely forgot how horrified and disgusted and queasy she was feeling. "Holy shit..." she said again, this time filled more with awe and astonishment. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." The planet they were looking at looked more like the moon than the Earth, but the coloring was all wrong. She didn't see anything that looked like the massive oceans that spanned the globe and it wasn't grey enough to be the moon. "Wait, you said space! You're probably one of them... whoever them is!" Vinnie yelped, before running away from Sophia and hiding behind Kyle. A flash of panic and fear crossed Raynor's face, before he managed to get his expression under control again. "There's an easy way to figure out who is one of them... They bleed green. I'm assuming we bleed red. So how about we find a utensil from the food court area and see about ruling out any further surprises?" he suggested, though his gaze was fixed firmly on the planet, rather than the others.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris Location: Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Sophia looked out of the window seeing literal space before them and what looked like a planet as well, she set the blanket down onto the ground. She couldn't recognize the planet below them either which was really unsettling to her, before looking over towards Manny who addressed her about the robot being a space robot zombie. The only thing she could think of were scifi movies usually robots were associated with space movies. "Uhm space, or scifi movies in general they tend to have robots in them?" Sophia said looking at them all, she didn't like the way that they all were looking at her. Vinnie of course started to freak out, calling her a robot as well letting out a slight sigh she didn't even know who she was so why would she even know that she was even a robot in the first place. "Hey if I was like that robot girl in the galley i'd probably would know what I was or something then. I don't even know who the hell I am in the first place to." Sophia said as she shook her head a little bit and looked at Raynor when he made his suggestion. "I'll be the first volunteer then if it makes you all happy?" She said.</s>
<\|description\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Lana "Sparky" Sparks Character Quote: "Look, just because you are slow in figuring things out, doesn't mean I have to be." --- --- Character Summary Age: 28 Birthday: February 21 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: New York City, New York Gender: Female Languages: English, Norwegian --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet, 4 inches Weight: 119 pounds Body Type: Slim Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, a tattoo on the side of her neck, several scars all along her body, as well as one that goes down the right side of her face. Personal Style: The typical type of clothing that she prefers to wear is jeans, a shirt, and a light weight jacket of sorts that is tossed on top of it all, with combat boots. She tends to like to wear something that has a slight hint of style to it, but is fairly comfortable for her to wear. There isn't too much else that she likes to wear, this is the sort of clothing that she likes to wear, however for the past several years she hasn't really worn much in the ways of colors aside from black and green, but she was able to have some blues in her wardrobe. --- --- Psychology Creative * Quiet * Smart * Stubborn * Determined * Cynical Self Assessment: Just about everyone imaginable would probably say that Sparky should end up in a psychiatric hospital. With the life she's had and what she has endured for the past 12 years, it is kind of hard not to think that sort of thing. She is very withdrawn and doesn't trust anyone all too easily, as if they are all out to get her. Personally, Sparky has no idea what to think of herself, and wouldn't really think anything of who she is as a person, but that didn't matter at all. The things that have happened during her life so far have shaped who she has become as she grew older, and nothing like that can easily be forgotten. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sparky is a withdrawn individual whose past shapes who she is as a person. She is mistrustful of everyone that she interacts with, and doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, which doesn't make things very easy when it comes to making friends. Though she is fairly friendly once you get to know her, getting to know her at all is near impossible as she shuts down and doesn't listen to anyone if she can't help it. Her intelligence is something that sticks out though when someone meets her, and she won't hesitate to partially prove that she is the smartest one in the room if she is able to. Habits: Tapping her foot, twisting her hair Hobbies: Writing, drawing Fears: * Heights * Spiders * Being alone Likes: * Books * Writing * Drawing * Animals * Comic Books * Robots Dislikes: * Bullies * Her family * People reading her stories * Bugs * Fire * Being without electricity --- --- Skills General Skills: * Electrical Engineering * Robotics * Astronomy * Medical Knowledge * Writing * Drawing Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows) * Pistols * Unarmed Combat Possessions In-Room: An Incredible Hulk comic book --- --- History Biography Lana Sparks was born in New York City to Bruce and Tracey Sparks, and she was the youngest of three, with an older brother (Charlie) and an older sister (Laurel). It was clear from a young age that her mind didn't even seem to work the exact same as those of her siblings, as she started thinking about ways to get electrical circuits to move along. To create them on her own, and her parents both believed that there likely wasn't many opportunities for her to really excel where she was, and they were both having problems with understanding the way that her mind worked. When she was 8 years old, they decided to send her away to a boarding school, however this resulted in her resenting them, as the boarding school was insanely far away from her home in the United States, nope, she was heading to of all places Norway. She never really spoke much to her family, due to the problem of time zone differences. However, she did make one friend that she truly cared for, and that was when she met someone who was a year older then her, and his name was Raynor Blake. It helped her to forget her family, and what they had more or less done to her by sending her away, the instant that she had a friend. He helped her to understand how things worked in Norway, as well as helped her to learn the native language there. As they grew older, she developed a bit of a crush on him, but she never told him anything about that, just continuing to play off as being just friends for right now. Though Lana was never going to get the chance to ever really tell him about how she felt, since everything changed not long after she had turned 16 years old. There were talks of a cult that had formed in the area, but no one ever really thought much of it, that is, until they attacked the boarding school that had been her home for so long. The gunfire and chaos that ensued caused ringing in her ears, and before she knew it, she and a few others from her class ended up being taken away from the school, by the cult that she learned was called the Children of Loki, the Norse trickster god who always caused chaos. That was the end of her old life, and the beginning of her new one. For the first few years, she fought back against the cult that had pulled her away from her old life, but whenever she fought back it only ever resulted in her getting hurt. It's partially how she got the scars that were now on her body, and like all of the other "new recruits" into the cult, she had the symbol for Loki tattooed on her neck. After a while, she fought back less and less, and eventually, after 4 years, she finally broke and gave into what they were doing, and soon started to believe in what it was that they were doing. She learned how to fight, and soon was going off with them on more then a few trips to bring in new members, and more then once did she end up taking the life of an innocent person because of this. In order to cope, her mind shut out most of what it was that was going on, and refused to acknowledge what it is that she was doing. Her one solace was the fact that the cult didn't seem to be against reading or writing, and she immersed herself into fantasy worlds, as well as comic books, in order to get away from her reality. The pain that she has endured so far in her life, it hasn't been great. The cult leader gave "sermons" once a week, and every so often if he thought a member of the cult wasn't fully into the cause, they would be shot dead on the spot, and a funeral would happen later that night, before they were buried. She always worried that there would be a reason for the leader to just kill her, and every so often she personally would think about maybe that sort of thing not being a bad thing, but there wasn't much she could do but survive. A memory: The attack on her boarding school that resulted in her getting kidnapped. She doesn't remember specifics, but she remembers the chaos and the sounds of gunfire. Relationship: Raynor Blake - Best friend from when she was a kid who she had a crush on, despite never telling him how she felt. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: AC/DC - Thunderstruck Extra Information: Wash from Firefly! Posty Post I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Water Processing Center -> Sector Two Group Containment (pipes) Skills: N/A --- --- "I'm not patronizing you Zari, it's smarter to at least have someone backing you up rather than doing things solo. We all should stick together, it's better to have the numbers in case there is someone hostile here." Sophia whispered back towards Zari, hoping that it would at least get Zari to trust her. When she turned her head slightly and looked up seeing Raynor coming down onto the ladder as well, and nodded towards him. She adjusted her grip on the ladder slightly as tried to make sure that she wouldnt tire herself out by holding herself onto the ladder when she heard Zari calling out to someone. Then a few seconds later she heard a woman's voice coming through the grate itself, she remained quiet for the most part and looked down at Zari it was her show really now at this point as well. Sophia turned her head up slightly hearing Cal's voice calling out to them, she didnt really have a reason to trust her, but Zari really hated her. She already knew what was going on with the others interrogating Y2K who Vinnie had dubbed and hoped that they would get some kind of information on whats actually going on this ship. "No there is someone else on the other end, just stay quiet." Sophia told Cal, as she waited to see what was going to happen next.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Catwalk Skills: Roller Derby --- Vinnie did her best to absorb the information that Y2K gave her. She tried to come up with some sort of funny device for recalling where the main exit was behind the tank - Thomas the Tank Engine departs from Water World in one hour maybe? It was the best thing that she could come up with, but she still figured she would have a better chance of remembering that than just straight up memorizing what Y2K had said. What happened next was purely driven by instinct and reflex honed from slamming into people at the rink. Noah had charged and slammed into Y2K, sending both of them toppling over. Tessa failed to grab them. Vinnie rushed forward, her hand latching onto the right arm... of Y2K. Noah had plummeted to his death. Her breath caught in her throat as some sort of sob as Vinnie desperately tried to pull Y2K on up, ashamed that she had basically forced Noah's death to be meaningless, but she wasn't going to let Y2K go. Y2K was their best chance at getting the upper hand in this situation. "I need some help," she pleaded, struggling as she tried to pull Y2K on up over the railing, but her grip was starting to slip. --- Raynor's throat went dry as the name Lana Sparks came back to haunt him. He had lost his best friend years ago, setting off on a fruitless quest to the United States in order to try and find her again. He had lost hope that he would find her ages ago, never daring to dream that he would find her again on some sort of alien ship or colony. He forgot how to speak for a moment, before his senses flooded back to him. The sounds of a fight were echoing down into the grate and Raynor's body reacted before his mind had even processed everything, as he kicked the grate open. "Lana? It's me.... Raynor..." he said uncertainly, crawling out of the grate and rising to his full height.</s>	<\|message\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Location: Sector Two - Atrium Skills: N/A --- --- Zari glanced backwards when she heard Cal's voice, and she made a bit of a face. She really wanted to stay far far away from Cal, and the fact that Cal was being more then a bit annoying and seemingly following her around when she had said she needed to stay away from her was really really annoying. "...I told her to leave me alone so why won't she leave me alone?" she couldn't help but mutter, not really talking to anyone in particular as the sounds of a fight seemingly broke out from the direction that Sparky had come from. Things certainly were getting to be a bit interesting, first they ran into an alien or whatever the person had been, and now more normal people were breaking out into a fight. "Uh, how many are in your group or whatever? And how many are in the pipe right now?" Sparky asked, raising a bit of an eye brow at the group that was talking to her from the pipe. She only had been really talking to Zari, but she heard other voices to indicate that there were more people along with her. That was definitely an interesting sort of thing and made her wonder what was going no with their group of people. If there were more of them, how many were in the group? She had a few questions, but right now was mainly the issue of getting the grate opened. "Whatever you say... But can she not tag along or whatever?" she said to Sophia before nodding her head towards Cal once more. She really really really didn't want to be anywhere near her, and it would probably just be better if she didn't follow after her. "There are 3 of us," she added, answering Sparky's question and ignoring Cal's existence entirely. Zari moved out of the way slightly for Raynor to just kick the grate out, which was something she hadn't even really been expecting. "I mean, I guess that works just as well as using a tool or whatever to open it," she commented as she crawled out of the pipe and stood up fully. "Wait you know her?" Zari asked Raynor when it was clear that he recognized Sparky. Lana hadn't had much time to really move out of the way before the group kicked in the grate and started crawling out of the pipe entirely. She gave Raynor a weird look when he spoke to her, as he seemed to know who she was at the least. "Um, is that name supposed to mean something to me? I don't even know who the hell I am aside from my name, so why the hell would I seemingly know who the hell you are?" she asked him, shaking her head before glancing towards the doorway for a moment. "Someone turned out to be a robot and some weird lunatic dude is waving a knife around last I checked before I left the area, so that's what that commotion is," Sparky commented to them with a shrug.</s>
<\|description\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Lana "Sparky" Sparks Character Quote: "Look, just because you are slow in figuring things out, doesn't mean I have to be." --- --- Character Summary Age: 28 Birthday: February 21 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: New York City, New York Gender: Female Languages: English, Norwegian --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet, 4 inches Weight: 119 pounds Body Type: Slim Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, a tattoo on the side of her neck, several scars all along her body, as well as one that goes down the right side of her face. Personal Style: The typical type of clothing that she prefers to wear is jeans, a shirt, and a light weight jacket of sorts that is tossed on top of it all, with combat boots. She tends to like to wear something that has a slight hint of style to it, but is fairly comfortable for her to wear. There isn't too much else that she likes to wear, this is the sort of clothing that she likes to wear, however for the past several years she hasn't really worn much in the ways of colors aside from black and green, but she was able to have some blues in her wardrobe. --- --- Psychology Creative * Quiet * Smart * Stubborn * Determined * Cynical Self Assessment: Just about everyone imaginable would probably say that Sparky should end up in a psychiatric hospital. With the life she's had and what she has endured for the past 12 years, it is kind of hard not to think that sort of thing. She is very withdrawn and doesn't trust anyone all too easily, as if they are all out to get her. Personally, Sparky has no idea what to think of herself, and wouldn't really think anything of who she is as a person, but that didn't matter at all. The things that have happened during her life so far have shaped who she has become as she grew older, and nothing like that can easily be forgotten. Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Sparky is a withdrawn individual whose past shapes who she is as a person. She is mistrustful of everyone that she interacts with, and doesn't trust anyone she doesn't know, which doesn't make things very easy when it comes to making friends. Though she is fairly friendly once you get to know her, getting to know her at all is near impossible as she shuts down and doesn't listen to anyone if she can't help it. Her intelligence is something that sticks out though when someone meets her, and she won't hesitate to partially prove that she is the smartest one in the room if she is able to. Habits: Tapping her foot, twisting her hair Hobbies: Writing, drawing Fears: * Heights * Spiders * Being alone Likes: * Books * Writing * Drawing * Animals * Comic Books * Robots Dislikes: * Bullies * Her family * People reading her stories * Bugs * Fire * Being without electricity --- --- Skills General Skills: * Electrical Engineering * Robotics * Astronomy * Medical Knowledge * Writing * Drawing Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows) * Pistols * Unarmed Combat Possessions In-Room: An Incredible Hulk comic book --- --- History Biography Lana Sparks was born in New York City to Bruce and Tracey Sparks, and she was the youngest of three, with an older brother (Charlie) and an older sister (Laurel). It was clear from a young age that her mind didn't even seem to work the exact same as those of her siblings, as she started thinking about ways to get electrical circuits to move along. To create them on her own, and her parents both believed that there likely wasn't many opportunities for her to really excel where she was, and they were both having problems with understanding the way that her mind worked. When she was 8 years old, they decided to send her away to a boarding school, however this resulted in her resenting them, as the boarding school was insanely far away from her home in the United States, nope, she was heading to of all places Norway. She never really spoke much to her family, due to the problem of time zone differences. However, she did make one friend that she truly cared for, and that was when she met someone who was a year older then her, and his name was Raynor Blake. It helped her to forget her family, and what they had more or less done to her by sending her away, the instant that she had a friend. He helped her to understand how things worked in Norway, as well as helped her to learn the native language there. As they grew older, she developed a bit of a crush on him, but she never told him anything about that, just continuing to play off as being just friends for right now. Though Lana was never going to get the chance to ever really tell him about how she felt, since everything changed not long after she had turned 16 years old. There were talks of a cult that had formed in the area, but no one ever really thought much of it, that is, until they attacked the boarding school that had been her home for so long. The gunfire and chaos that ensued caused ringing in her ears, and before she knew it, she and a few others from her class ended up being taken away from the school, by the cult that she learned was called the Children of Loki, the Norse trickster god who always caused chaos. That was the end of her old life, and the beginning of her new one. For the first few years, she fought back against the cult that had pulled her away from her old life, but whenever she fought back it only ever resulted in her getting hurt. It's partially how she got the scars that were now on her body, and like all of the other "new recruits" into the cult, she had the symbol for Loki tattooed on her neck. After a while, she fought back less and less, and eventually, after 4 years, she finally broke and gave into what they were doing, and soon started to believe in what it was that they were doing. She learned how to fight, and soon was going off with them on more then a few trips to bring in new members, and more then once did she end up taking the life of an innocent person because of this. In order to cope, her mind shut out most of what it was that was going on, and refused to acknowledge what it is that she was doing. Her one solace was the fact that the cult didn't seem to be against reading or writing, and she immersed herself into fantasy worlds, as well as comic books, in order to get away from her reality. The pain that she has endured so far in her life, it hasn't been great. The cult leader gave "sermons" once a week, and every so often if he thought a member of the cult wasn't fully into the cause, they would be shot dead on the spot, and a funeral would happen later that night, before they were buried. She always worried that there would be a reason for the leader to just kill her, and every so often she personally would think about maybe that sort of thing not being a bad thing, but there wasn't much she could do but survive. A memory: The attack on her boarding school that resulted in her getting kidnapped. She doesn't remember specifics, but she remembers the chaos and the sounds of gunfire. Relationship: Raynor Blake - Best friend from when she was a kid who she had a crush on, despite never telling him how she felt. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: AC/DC - Thunderstruck Extra Information: Wash from Firefly! Posty Post I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Allison Harris --- --- Sophia Harris Location: Sector Two Atrium -> Galley Skills: construction, engineering, and first aide --- --- Sophia could hear the chaos going on in the next room, as she watched Lana going off towards the Galley while looking at Raynor and Zarina. "She seems to be a stubborn one, i'm going to go and help her. One of you guys if you can go and get the others, we may need help." Sophia said, and quickly started to make her way towards the galley and paused for a moment as she watched the chaos right then and there. Seeing two bodies on the ground, one was obviously human with the red blood while the other was pretty much a robot seeing the green blood. She didnt really care if the stabby person was going to attack her or not, Sophia saw one of the guys injuries wasnt looking good at all and quickly ran over towards the replicator thing. Sophia went over through the options, using the skills that she knew and managed to make a few bandages though it was pretty difficult to do. She quickly ran over towards the guy looking over at him, trying to give him a smile to try and reassure him. "Hey, i'm Sophia let me just help you out alright?" She said as she removed the hand seeing the blood, and started to patch him up, the guy looked really pale from the blood loss. "He's going to need a blood transfusion, I have no idea how to do that.." She said mostly to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Lavinia Grace --- --- --- --- Location: Catwalk Skills: N/A --- "We don't even know what religion he is... Like, would he want to be cremated or buried? I guess that doesn't matter since... I don't think we can retrieve his body. Maybe... maybe we should just hold hands and make a flower arrangement or something with the vending machine, that might be nice?" Vinnie mumbled. She couldn't remember Noah's last name either. She couldn't remember his face before he had fallen anymore, every image of him just reducing to the battered corpse at the very bottom. She blinked, wiping away a few tears that had fallen. To honor Noah, they had to escape from here. "...Manny, you've got a knife, can you get the thingymabob out of Y2K? Greenie isn't around and I don't think I'm qualified to do it," Vinnie asked. She didn't want to accidentally kill Y2K, then all of this would have been for nothing. Noah would have died for nothing. They would all end up dead or enslaved or something worse. Maybe Noah had made the right call, jumping down there. If they survived all of this... what would they find on Earth? What would they have to go home to? --- Raynor's eye twitched as Sparky yelled at him, going on off to make an incredibly stupid decision. He supposed that he should have expected her to be stubborn, but suicidal and reckless? This was the sort of behavior that was probably behind her disappearance in the first place! He hurried off with Sophia, making his way to the sector two galley. Entering the galley, he quickly looked around for any hostiles. There was one deceased robot, several people cowering in fear, and then a madman with a knife. He didn't hesitate as he dashed forward to disarm him, his movements almost flawless. He slashed the knife man's throat with his blade, killing him. It was only after his body dropped that Raynor felt the screaming pain in his arm, as blood gushed from his artery. The madman must have slashed him before he went down.</s>	<\|message\|>Lana Theresa Sparks Location: Sector Two - The Galley Skills: Medical Knowledge --- --- Zari wasn't too sure about everything, the newer girl seemed a bit strange to her, but that didn't matter as everyone else headed off after her, and despite what Sophia had said, Zari didn't want to go back up the pipe to deal with Cal at all. "Hey don't leave me behind!" she called after them, before racing out of the Atrium and to the Galley in order to potentially see what was going on. Of course heading off towards the chaos sounds and someone threatening to kill everyone wasn't probably a good thing, but she didn't want to be left behind. Sparky was more then a little bit annoyed with what it was that Raynor was saying or how he was more of acting. He didn't seem to be fine with letting her do what she wanted, and it annoyed her to no end. That was why she ended up storming off like that, since she wanted him to flat out accept that he couldn't control her actions or whatever she did. She had expected the group to follow after her into the chaos, and she just glanced around the room at the others who were in her own group. "Oh, found some other people by the way," she commented nonchalantly to them with a bit of a shrug. Following after the others, she poked her head into the Galley, and Zari's mind started freaking out at the chaos that was ensuing. Someone was bleeding out, and someone else was waving a knife around, threatening everyone else. "...What's going on?" she asked as Sophia instantly went to obtain a first aid kit from the replicator machine thingy, and went to see what she could do to help the injured guy. Her words about him needing a transfusion was a bit problematic. Who the hell was going to remember (or pay attention to really) what their blood types were? Then there was what Raynor did, and it definitely freaked her out a little bit, but she figured that it was probably for the best that that dude was dead. "...Guess that's a good thing maybe?" she said, a little unsure of what she was saying regarding it. It probably was a good thing since the guy was a threat, but still, it probably wasn't right to kill someone like that. Lana didn't even flinch when Raynor entered the room and killed the guy who had been waving the knife around, almost as if she was around death a lot in her life, the life that she couldn't remember of course. Paying attention to what was going on, she noticed Raynor's injury on his arm, and rolled her eyes at him. "Of course you couldn't do that without getting yourself hurt, seriously," she commented as she went over to the first aid kit that Sophia had and grabbed a few things before going over and attempting to stop the bleeding. It took her a moment, and the injury didn't really want to stop bleeding, but after a few moments it did. "Try not to get yourself killed."</s>
<\|description\|>Dr. Julia Wilson BASIC INFO Aliases: Often referred to as "Jules" by her friends. Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 1st 1989 Place of Birth: Cardiff, UK Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Multiethnic, Czech/British Status: Single APPEARANCE Height: 1.8 M Weight: 77kg Eye color: Green Hair color: Black, though will frequently dye the underside of her hair in notably less professional colors. Identifiable traits: Array of old claw scars on forearms and legs from a childhood incident. Missing 4th and 5th digit on her left hand (ring and pinkie finger) after a containment incident. PROFESSIONAL Current Position: Cryptobiology Consultant Employed since: October 2016 Skills: Dr. Wilson is a specialist in Cryptobiology, majoring in the study at Cambridge and recieving her doctorate with her research which discovered the methods by which several obligate sanguivores recieve necessary nutrients and additional calories not found in human blood. Her discoveries in other fields of cryptobiology were highly beneficial to SEMA even before she was brought on board. She now uses her increased access to specimens and samples to produce more refined data to the agency. CHARACTER Strengths: Intelligent, Unflappable, Tenacious Weaknesses: Socially stunted, Physically untrained, Absent-minded Hobbies: Reading, tabletop wargames, "arguing" PSYCHOLOGICAL AND BEHAVIORAL PROFILE Dr. Wilson exhibits some token behaviors of the perpetually lonely, having difficulty relating to peers and often second-guessing the social intent of others. She works overtime frequently but infrequently logs these hours, indicating some obsessive tendencies relating to work, though not to the clinical level. Dr. Wilson has been described as "pleasant, but strange" by other members of staff. She does not appear to have many, if any, close friends within the agency. BIOGRAPHICAL OVERVIEW Born the daughter of a British father (Anthony Wilson) and a Czech mother (Katerina Sedlak), Julia had a fairly traditional upbringing in Cardiff before moving to Cambridge for her university studies. Her fascination with cryptozoology seems to stem from an incident in her adolescence. Several students in her intermediate school were killed by an unidentified cryptid entity. A young Julia Wilson was targetted by the creature and as it attacked her on school grounds, she noted that it avoided areas where the floors had been freshly cleaned by the janitor, but did not avoid water. Thinking quickly, she led the creature to the Janitor's closet and exposed it to the floor-cleaning solution. The creature had a severe allergic reaction and rapidly expired. See SEMA Event File 2/2003-14 for additional details. This event lead Dr. Wilson to her Cryptobiology career. She graduated at the top of her class from secondary school and Valedictorian from Cambridge University. Dr. Wilson has successfully isolated and refined 6 substances toxic to common cryptids as well as developing 3 compounds with intensively narcotic effects on Werewolves to aid in pacification and containment. (Chemical Compound Writeups are available in the Chemical Lab 3A file locker, under "Compounds".) ADDITIONAL ALERTS Dr. Wilson has claimed the viability of breeding a strain of domesticated pixies for human ownership. Dr. Wilson is not permitted to utilize live specimens taken by SEMA for this project.</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE He looked at the girl, a raised eyebrow when she corrected him about her name. He knew she was familiar but wasn't exactly sure of from where he knew her. However, that wasn't the point. "Well... Jemma. Starting from today you are my new assistant. You see, the last one... Well... He didn't last. If you get what I mean.", he's already too used to students giving up. It's not that he totally hates his students, however, they live in a world where creatures that once were thought to be simple fiction are true, and the knowledge they get in these class could either save their lives or sentence it to and early end if one of his students thought themselves to know enough to deal with those creatures on their on just based on the few tidbits about the cryptids that can be found in books. "So... First thing first: I need coffee. Do you know how to get to the teachers' lounge? Grab me some coffee and then come back here, I'll be waiting in my office." Theo pointed the door behind him at his right, "Try not to take too long.", he didn't give her much of a choice before getting his stuff and heading to said door. His office was an utter mess. Mismatched bookshelves filled the space full to brim with books, some looked new others too old to be safe to handle. The windowsill was also covered in books and some curious objects he collected over the years, The only picture in the whole room was on top of his desk, a young woman with black hair and eyes identicals to his, it was one of his sisters and he only kept the framed photo because she had threatened him otherwise. Other than that his office was... Cosy. Maybe it was the colour scheme, with rich dark reds and maroons, the dark wood furniture, or perhaps it was thanks to the sunset light filtering through the big windows.</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA The poor girl put her things in her backpack and stood from the chair, walking towards the teacher's desk. Theodore O'Callaghan was intimidating. He was someone you could tell not to fuck around with. And she honestly had no intention to. It was now a matter of survival and she was determined to make it out alive. She didn't even want to know what happened to the other assistant. She was too scared. He didn't wait for an answer when he asked if she knew where the teacher's lounge was, but she nodded her head anyway, and exited the room right after him. It was maybe a five minute walk to the lounge, and she turned a few hallways before getting there. There were a couple of teachers in there but they didn't seem to care about her presence much. Staring at the empty coffee machine, she realized he didn't tell her how he took his coffee. So she made a new pot and checked her phone for a few minutes while it poured. Do you remember that professor I told you about? The one that made that girl cry? Well, he made someone else cry today and chose me as his new assistant! I'm screwed!, she quickly typed a message to Caron. After the coffee was done, she poured it in a disposable cup and placed a lid on top, putting a sleeve around the cup so she wouldn't get burned. She wasn't sure where his office was, so she timidly looked at the other professors. "Um, excuse me? Do you know where Professor O'Callaghan's office is?" The woman lifted her head from the paper she was reading and looked at the coffee cup. "Are you his new assistant?" Jemma nodded yes. "Oh, my poor child. I'm sorry." Jemma didn't know what to say. She just looked at the woman while she offered her a condolent smile. She took too long and she knew it, she didn't even want to imagine the things he'd do to her because of that. She would be murdered, for sure! She knocked on the door carefully before entering. "I'm sorry for the wait, there wasn't any coffee left in the lounge, I had to make a fresh pot."</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE Electric-blue eyes left the pages of the book he was browsing while making some notes in a random piece of paper to the girl standing there and talking to him, for a brief instant he wondered why she was there, his mind too gone in the book. "Yeah... Coffee girl.", he said smiling at the cup of coffee and reaching for it. He drank a small gulp and stoped, appreciating the flavour. "You passed.", as if making a good cup of coffee was some sort of test, "Leave your bag... Whatever you want to leave and make yourself comfortable. We are going to stay here for a while. If I'm not wrong mine was the lest lecture your class would have today, right?", after all, he wouldn't make her late for other classes "As my assistant, you are responsible not only for making sure we always have coffee around but also helping me with research and some times grading. I just hate this bloody mountain of paperwork... Consumes most of the time I could be using to more meaningful things. Like this.", he said indicating a pile of boxes filled with the physical documents he has in his laptop. He drank some more of her coffee, sighing in absolute bliss. "I imagine you are familiar with the cryptid community.", Theo stated more than asked. It was hard to imagine someone nowadays that doesn't know at least a little bit or that haven't seen one before, "The research is on their history. Not just the mythological side, but their historical view of the world. Humans have their wars, inventions, philosophers and so goes on. So what to say that some cryptids aren't the same? We already know for a fact that the hematophagous cryptids known as vampires have their own social and cultural customs, the same goes for a lot of the Faes. However, there's still too much we don't know bout them or why they act and do some of the things they do. I'm not going too deep on their biology, that's not my field as you can imagine.", he said before looking at her face "Are you still with me? Do I need to go slower?", she's too quiet... Or did he already scared her?</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA The brunette lowered her eyes when he called her coffee girl. Maybe she shouldn't, but she took offense to that. But she was surprised when he said she passed, usually she gets a strong negative reaction to her coffe making skills. Not that she could understand why, to her she made the best coffee and she couldn't understand why people hated it. Jemma was not anticipating spending the rest of the night in Professor O'Callaghan's office. She looked around for the first time, surprised that the office was actually so cozy. She did what he told her and took a sit in one of the armchairs, finding it comfortable. Not too soft, not too firm. Her backpack found a place out of the way on the floor, next to the chair. She turned back to the teacher, listening to what he was saying. "Oh. I'm sorry. No, this speed is fine." She didn't notice she had been staring at the man. "It's just... This is my field. I majored in Behavioral Science first, and my research is about applying that knowledge to cryptids. So this is my territory. That's why I'm studying folklore now. I find it fascinating how they behave and act, especially sentient cryptids like hematophagous. May I ask why the interest in this?"</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE The surprise was clear to see in his eyes. "What an interesting surprise, coffee girl. You know... I need to find a nickname for you...", that ending was said more to himself. He's awful with names, especially when taking into account the number of students he had, "If I just keep calling you coffee girl the other Professors will once again accuse me of bullying my students.", he said that as if he's an angel being falsely accused, "But back to your previous degree... Behavioural Science. Are there any papers you wrote in your field that I could read? You already became interesting, Ms... Pine? Prince? Price? God, I'm awful with names. There's too many to remember.", he was referring to students in general. He got up and went to one of the various mismatched bookshelves taking a hardcover book and going back to where the coffee girl was seated, giving her the book, "This is where my research started. Your class is currently studying hematophagous. So perhaps you'll find this to be of help. I have... Let's say a friend. That's acquainted with some of the members of that community, and that friend helped me get some information and statements that you can find in this paper. Is far from everything about them, but enough to answer some questions about them from a sociological point of view. I'll be assigning that reading to you on top of what's already in your curriculum. I need you up to where I am at my current research. Any questions so far?" He was trying to not scare her too much on her first day, night, as his assistant. "Did you got any coffee for yourself?" he only remembered to ask after he finished his own. Maybe he should be a bit more mindful about others... Nah. "You know... I notice that I hardly ever heard your voice during class. You don't ask questions or talk to your classmates. So now, I'll be the one asking you some of my own. What are your thoughts on the subject we are discussing in class?"</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price JEMMA She was pleased to hear he would find another nickname for her as she did not want to be called "coffee girl". "With all due respect, you do bully your students, Professor O'Callaghan," her face turned red as she said that, but she figured if she was to survive this assistance business she would have to stand up for herself. "I can email you my research right now. I did focus a lot on vampires, but I also did some research on sucubus and other sentient cryptids." She took the book from his hands and started browsing it while listening. "No questions so far." Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "No, I didn't. I wasn't expecting to spend any more time here, I was just going to go home." But she welcomed this. It was something she was passionate about, plus it kept her mind from wandering to dark places. "I'm usually quiet in class, but it doesn't mean I'm not listening. My view of vampires is that they're complex creatures that need further understanding still. There's something fascinating about how they lose their touch with reality and their humanity over time. All vampires have a lust for human blood so they immediately start losing touch with us, but there's more to that. Because they used to be human, it's intereting to see how their personalities change over time, causing them to frequently become egotistical and obsessed. That's why things like the Kiss Cult exist, some vampires truly believe they're the real gods and deserve to be worshipped like that."</s>	<\|message\|>Dr. Julia Wilson JULES FLOGGING MOLLY 6:47 PM Dr. Wilson pushed the door open to the old tavern... bar... diner...place, and gave a small wave to the colleagues she recognized. She sat down at a nearby available seat and tucked took a moment to request the bar's cheapest wine. She didn't need it to taste good. "I heard that it was a success. I haven't seen the full report but... I hope that silvered iodine was helpful to you, agents." She looked at Dorian with a smile and an empty-handed toasting gesture. "You know, in Czechoslovakia we often celebrate these kinds of successes with a round of cheek scrapings. You wanna go first, Dorian?" At this point, Dr. Wilson's interest in obtaining a DNA sample from Dorian was well known enough that it had evolved into more of a running joke than anything else. Once her wine arrived, Dr. Wilson leaned back and took on her usual stance of being an outsider observing someone else's group of friends. She was a consultant, and not on for every case. It wasn't every day they managed to get tissue off one of these things, let alone get permission to demo a new compound.</s>
<\|description\|>Dr. Julia Wilson BASIC INFO Aliases: Often referred to as "Jules" by her friends. Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 1st 1989 Place of Birth: Cardiff, UK Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Multiethnic, Czech/British Status: Single APPEARANCE Height: 1.8 M Weight: 77kg Eye color: Green Hair color: Black, though will frequently dye the underside of her hair in notably less professional colors. Identifiable traits: Array of old claw scars on forearms and legs from a childhood incident. Missing 4th and 5th digit on her left hand (ring and pinkie finger) after a containment incident. PROFESSIONAL Current Position: Cryptobiology Consultant Employed since: October 2016 Skills: Dr. Wilson is a specialist in Cryptobiology, majoring in the study at Cambridge and recieving her doctorate with her research which discovered the methods by which several obligate sanguivores recieve necessary nutrients and additional calories not found in human blood. Her discoveries in other fields of cryptobiology were highly beneficial to SEMA even before she was brought on board. She now uses her increased access to specimens and samples to produce more refined data to the agency. CHARACTER Strengths: Intelligent, Unflappable, Tenacious Weaknesses: Socially stunted, Physically untrained, Absent-minded Hobbies: Reading, tabletop wargames, "arguing" PSYCHOLOGICAL AND BEHAVIORAL PROFILE Dr. Wilson exhibits some token behaviors of the perpetually lonely, having difficulty relating to peers and often second-guessing the social intent of others. She works overtime frequently but infrequently logs these hours, indicating some obsessive tendencies relating to work, though not to the clinical level. Dr. Wilson has been described as "pleasant, but strange" by other members of staff. She does not appear to have many, if any, close friends within the agency. BIOGRAPHICAL OVERVIEW Born the daughter of a British father (Anthony Wilson) and a Czech mother (Katerina Sedlak), Julia had a fairly traditional upbringing in Cardiff before moving to Cambridge for her university studies. Her fascination with cryptozoology seems to stem from an incident in her adolescence. Several students in her intermediate school were killed by an unidentified cryptid entity. A young Julia Wilson was targetted by the creature and as it attacked her on school grounds, she noted that it avoided areas where the floors had been freshly cleaned by the janitor, but did not avoid water. Thinking quickly, she led the creature to the Janitor's closet and exposed it to the floor-cleaning solution. The creature had a severe allergic reaction and rapidly expired. See SEMA Event File 2/2003-14 for additional details. This event lead Dr. Wilson to her Cryptobiology career. She graduated at the top of her class from secondary school and Valedictorian from Cambridge University. Dr. Wilson has successfully isolated and refined 6 substances toxic to common cryptids as well as developing 3 compounds with intensively narcotic effects on Werewolves to aid in pacification and containment. (Chemical Compound Writeups are available in the Chemical Lab 3A file locker, under "Compounds".) ADDITIONAL ALERTS Dr. Wilson has claimed the viability of breeding a strain of domesticated pixies for human ownership. Dr. Wilson is not permitted to utilize live specimens taken by SEMA for this project.</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. THEODORE The smirk on his face grew when he noticed how red her face could get. "With all due respect, love. It's not my fault that most of the students that come to my class think of themselves as unique snowflakes and tends to romanticize the cryptids. I just point the truth to them.", Theo knows deep down that he's a great S.O.B., but he wouldn't admit to that, "Unfortunately, most of the students choose this degree because they are enamoured with some of the concepts about those creatures, like the girl asking earlier if vampires are good. What I learned about vampires is that speaking from a human moral ground, they would be seen as monsters. However, when taking into account that they are not human anymore the idea of bad and good, right and wrong have to be thrown away, the only thing you can know for sure is that they are dangerous. Newborns have too little control to be safe to be around, and the older ones that have more control over their natures starts to lose the grasp on their humanity. That girl... She probably spent her high school life reading fantasy-teenagery books with vampire, werewolves and witches being used as romantic targets or whatever. And she would probably wish to become one and ended up in some deep shit because of her lack of common sense. I just saved myself the headache of having to deal with her stupidity for the rest of the semester, you should be thanking me." Hearing about her research got his interest, "Thanks, love, I would appreciate if you did.", he said, "You have my e-mail, right?", he's pretty sure he gave it to his students so they could send him their papers and stuff. At least she was just going to go home, if she had to go to work or had any plans he, unfortunately, would have to work around her schedule sometimes "Well, then let me warn you that some times I may require your assistance in some odd hours, and even, days. However, it will always be research or work-related and not just to piss you off.", pissing her off was simply a perk of having an assistant, "And I believe you to be right, at least in parts, regarding vampires. Their society is truly a complex one and they have their own laws and their way of enforcing it. And some groups of them have, as a goal, to keep their humanity no matter how hard it is. I'm not saying they are good or better than other vampires. Some of them can be true monsters even while holding tight to their humanity, after all, there are monsters among humans too, right?", he said making himself even more comfortable on his armchair, "Yeah... The Kiss Cult.", he holds a great distaste for the group, but it biased since he blames them for the way Caron is now, "I heard that their leaders are still hooked up on that weird religion about the 'Old Blood' or something of that sort. I've been trying to dig some info, but they keep that to themselves, not even their pets and donors know all that much about that."</s> <\|message\|>Jemma Karine Price CARON "I think you'd have better luck extracting a DNA sample from a rabid werewolf on steroids than from Dorian, Jules," Caron said while he stuffed his mouth with yet another cookie. "You fould try one of thefe cookies, Julef." He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and reached to see. Oh, no. That was the last thing Jemma needed. Now she'd be the victim of this maniac she'd been complaining about for the past few weeks. After everything she went through, she didn't deserve to be this guy's student. "I'm very sorry to hear that. Do you want to hang out with us at Flogging Molly?" JEMMA "Yes, I know their ideas about cryptids are stupid, but you're being insensitive and irresponsable." Her face turned even redder and her brows drew together. Couldn't he realize the power he had? "Instead of calling her an idiot, you could've explained how vampires are dangerous and that the Hollywood version of them is a real threat to society. You could've talked about the Kiss Coult and other worshipping societies. Don't you realize she's exactly the kind of victim that ends up dead in an alley because of this? You could be making our jobs easier instead of creating more victims." She paused for a moment and itched her head, lowering her glaze. "I'm sorry, that was out of place." Clearing her throat, she continued in a lower voice. "I work during the day, sometimes at odd hours too, but I should be able to help you with your research." Not just help, but she was kind of relieved that it was mainly what her roll as his assistant was. Between work and school, she didn't have a lot of time left, but the time she did have was spent grieving and she was tired of hurting. This was a welcome distraction. "I do have your email, I'll send my research to you right now," she said, taking her phone off. "I'm actually ok right now," was the message she sent back to Caron before emailing the Professor. "Is that what you're current interest is? The Old Blood religion? I never got too much into it, I mainly know it exists but nothing more than that. Vampires don't usually like other cryptids' blood, so it's surprising they follow the existance of this one really old cryptid."</s> <\|message\|>Theodore Christopher O'Callaghan. CONSTANZA The blonde choked on his beer when Jules tried, once again, to get a DNA sample from Gray and the look on the albino's face. "You know, Jules. Usually, I would help Dorian. But since she decided to betray me and plot against me with Caron, I might just help you get a DNA sample from her.", he said with an attempt on an evil smirk. To make his point he got up from the booth where he was sitting and went to sit in the one next to Jules. From behind the bar Deanna was looking in amusement at the small group antics. "From now on, Jules and I are Team Constanza.", John sometimes could be as annoyingly childish as Theo when it strikes his humour, especially if it means being able to annoy Caron out of his mind, "And we don't accept little albino-backstabbers-pixies and their domesticated agents.", he finished his beer and waited for Deanna to refill it, "Now, Jules... I've been meaning to ask if you're still up to... Experiment with some things I got from the 'fae market', you see... I just got my hands in some good stuff...", it wasn't any secret that Constanza is used to deal on the cryptid equivalent to a black market, actually, it was because of said dealings that years ago he had to go into hiding. DORIAN Red, half-lidded eyes stared at Jules when the doctor tried, again, to trick Dorian into giving her a DNA sample, however, the smirk on the corner of the albino lips made it clear that Dorian saw that as a joke, "Keep trying, Jules. Who knows, maybe one day you will get a sample and find out that I'm actually God and the Earth is my sandbox.", it was always funny to see the theories Jules would come up with to explain why Dorian hasn't changed since she knew the girl, but if someone should be suspicious it would be Constanza and Whirt, but Dorian is sure Jules had read the files about the albino, "And Constanza, stop being such a baby. We didn't betray you. How was I supposed to imagine that... That thing would try and make you his bride.", she couldn't even finish without laughing when remembering the scene "Jules... I'll send you the pictures. Constanza was such a pretty bride, don't you think so, Care-bear?" It wasn't just Caron who suffers on her hand. Everyone shares that same fate. However, when Caron compared her with a rabid werewolf, she looked at him with those red eyes looking even bigger and brighter as if Caron had just double-crossed her, but in reality, she's just messing with him, "How could you, Caron. And here I thought that after all those years we were friends, and you just stabbed me on the back like this. No more cookies for you.", she said, "Or flans... Or even cakes... Or pancakes... A rabid werewolf... Now how can I stay on Team Care-Bear?", okay. Teasing him is just too much fun to pass up. THEODORE "They're adults, love. I'm not responsible for their idiocy.", was his emotionless reply about one of his students becoming a victim, "Once upon a time I made a mistake that almost cost my life, and that could have cost the life of my brother, and you won't ever see me blaming someone other than myself. Usually, more than half of my students will drop before mid-semester and find something else they would 'love' to study. These people don't have the drive needed to actually learn about other creatures and take that seriously enough. Because at the first obstacle they will simply give up and find something easier.", he said, "People like that will be only wasting my time in the long run." Theo rolled his eyes closed when he saw coffee-girl being all apologetic, and here he thought she had made some progress, finally looking him in the eyes and speaking her mind. But he would have time to train her well as his assistant. "Stop apologizing, love. You did nothing wrong.", he said dismissing her apologies, "Your opinions are as valid as mine. Just remember, as Harlan Ellison said, "You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant". And that's my problem with most of my students. Some of them as just ignorant and has no drive to change that posture.", he wanted more of the coffee she brought him, "Do you know why I choose you as my assistant, love? I did because you were looking like you wished to turn invisible, but at the same time, you never missed one of my lectures. Your fear of me did not stop your desire to learn.", compared to her and to other students that overcame that fear, he just had no interest in the others. And he also is a sadist son of a bitch, so that's that too. Theo nodded in agreement about her restrictions regarding her schedule and when she said she would send her papers right away. "Yes. As you said yourself, love, they don't usually like other cryptids blood, even when it comes to their eating habits they would stick mostly to human blood. So you can imagine my curiosity about what kind of cryptid could lead them to base their entire religion around its blood."</s>	<\|message\|>Dr. Julia Wilson Dr. Wilson chuckled at the varied responses she got. "I dunno. I survived a cryptid attack at 14 without a weapon. Though previous run-ins with containing werewolves on-site have... not gone well." She waved her left hand, her ring and pinkie fingers conspicuously absent. She didn't move away when Constanza sat next to her, but she did seem slightly more on-edge. That chaotic element was right nearby. "You know I won't take a DNA sample unwillingly. If I was willing to do that I probably could have succeeded in this endeavor by now if I was willing to be that unethical. But thank you for the support, Agent." She took a cookie with her left hand and had a tentative bite. Dorian's response was amusing, though. "Well that would certainly keep me from being an Atheist. But my current theory is that you're the same immortal cryptid subspecies that Keanu Reeves is. That, or you're a Lich who uses industrial-grade lotion." Jules smirked. "Or maybe you're the guy from the book, using your illuminati-like secretive control to make sure nobody knows who you really are, but much like the conspiracy theorists insist, kept your name the same as a cheeky clue." Jules rolled her eyes. "Anyways, on more 'plausible' threads..." she turned to Constanza. "Firstly, before you ask, no. You still cannot get high from Pixie Dust. It's just caffeine and glitter. Secondly, I have no problem attempting to synthesize any other compounds you fine that are of genuine use besides partying."</s>
<\|description\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Alias: Dead Man Image/Description: Lean, tall, and looks like someone had stripped away his flesh and baked him in an oven for a few days. The guy looks like a zombie. Age: 32 Gender: Male, but lost the bits some time ago. Race: Mutant Alignment: Neutral Mentor: None Skills/Meta Abilities: Skills - Skill wise Mort is a decent fighter, having spent a good part of his mutant life fighting. He favors range combat over close-quarters and thus he moves fast, hits hard, but isn't great in a brawl. He does however have an incredibly high pain tolerance and things that would hurt and torture others is just quaint for him. Mort is also an explosive expert and can usually cobble together bombs with whatever material happens to be on hand. He rarely ever gets into a fight without being strapped with IED's. Lastly for skills Mort has a notable ability to not need sleep, thus giving him a lot more time to do whatever he feels like doing with his time. Mostly making explosives. Powers - Mort's powers enables him to possess corpses whenever his body dies, and this is most notable as his original physical body will turn to ash upon death. This allows him to switch bodies to escape capture so long as he knows where a corpse is located for him to possess, though notably there may be a time limit. He's never seen what happens whenever he goes without a body for too long, but he knows it's strangely painful, so he seeks out whatever corpses he can should he perish. However as he is animated the bodies and not preserving them, the corpses will continue to decay and rot over time, and while it doesn't adversely affect his physical abilities, it does make it obvious whatever body he's possessing is a corpse and this make it easier to figure out who he's possessing. Personality: Mort is a very professional person. Not really one to speak out unless it's to respond or address something, and not particularly social either, though that has to due with how his appearance can unnerve most people. He tries not to make a big deal out of it but he knows that he scares most people and often wishes that he could look more human, however surgical treatments to look more human just make him look incredibly uncanny, and never carry over after resurrection. Outside of work he is again, still pretty quiet, but more willing to talk and converse with others when there isn't anything important going on. He generally likes spending his free time playing games where he is like a completely different person online, almost violently aggressive, but this rarely ever carries over into real life. Annoying and making him angry isn't too difficult, but Mort rarely ever feels true hatred. Even when he sees terrible, inhumane things, he's gotten so numb to what sort of cruelty people can inflict on each other that he simply accepts it as much a part of life as living and dying. This also makes it harder for him to connect to people at times, as his lack of empathy can make him unable to truly understand other people's struggles, whether they're innocent people suffering from a villain's injustice, or an evil person trying to make the world a better place in their own eyes. Thus his staunch professionalism: as long as the contracts are followed, he'll believe whatever you say needs to be believed. Likes: A job well done, video games, stuff-crusted cheese pizza Dislikes: People failing at their jobs, hackers, sour food Backstory: Mort was just another unfortunate fact of life: kids sometimes have parents who are not ready to raise them. His mother was just a young teen who got knocked up by her then boyfriend, and put Mort into adoption since she lacked the means to support him. He's never seen his parents since than and for a while that was a big deal for Mort. But he'll soon have other problems. A rather rich celebrity scientist came to his orphanage one day and adopted him and many other children, a PR stunt to enrich the poor and disenfranchised or some such. And so for a short while Mort had all the niceties a child could want: nice clothes, tasty food, a decent education, even gifts of toys and video games. Of course again, this was all a PR student. Once the cameras turned away and a select few children were chosen to maintain the facade, unlucky kids like Mort were taken so their true purpose could be realized: creating mutants. Barely six years old and Mort was put through hell. A lot of the experiments were simply made to put stress and duress on the children, trying to force their mutant genes to evolve. A lot of kids died, and so did Mort. But dying is exactly what caused Mort's mutant gene to awaken and reveal his powers. When he came back to life he was confused, scared, and desperate to escape. But the chief scientist wasn't going to let him go that easily. It wasn't long before Mort was captured and after multiple experiments meant to test the limits and abilities of his powers, Mort was eventually indoctrinated into becoming a super soldier along with other survivors. Equipped with various means to track and control him, Mort and many other child soldiers were hired by various villains as mutant soldiers, muscles, and general purpose thuggery. While others had mutant powers that made them more effectively soldiers, Mort's powers did not improve his strength or agility in any way. The only thing he had going for him was the confidence that no matter how bad the situation was, he'd be able to get away. His resurrective immortality enabled him to escape situations where his fellows ere killed or captured, but a combination of his conditioning and his contact always meant he was caught and put back into action. It wasn't until the scientist who created him was finally caught and arrested that suddenly Mort was free. Or so he thought. Fact of the matter was, despite his circumstances, he was a criminal. Countless numbers of people killed. Hundreds of crimes committed. Innocent people killed for things he did and didn't do. Not to mention looking like the way he did, there was no way he could go back to society without getting back into prison. Someone else to put a collar on him. So once his creators, his contractors, and his past was gone, he went underground. Gone dark. He started running the shadows as a gun for hire, the only thing he knew how to do well. He started going by the name "Dead Man". Because that's all he was. That's all he is now.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin was in the middle of cooking up some beacon and eggs when Ka'van walked in and greeted him as he began making his oats. "Hey Ka'van." He Replied. His toast popped up just as he finished cooking his eggs. Stacking all his ingredients together Robin began eating as Starfire floated in and began musing at the concepts of hot and cold foods eaten in their opposite states with Ka'van. "Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" Robin caught himself before spitting out chunks of egg from the resulting chuckle. It was amusing that even after spending so much time with Starfire and all the oddities she enjoys and thinks of daily, she can still come at you with something new and unexpected. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." "What about you Star, with your expertise on mustard, what makes it better: hot or cold" Robin asked playfully, half curious if she had actually considered it before. As he finished, Kassandra walked in, fish in hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone." She looked nervous, and it was understandable with her being one of the newest members. "Hi Kass. The stove top should still be hot." Robin tried his best at being approachable to all members, but all the years he spent with Batman kind of made that difficult to do naturally. He was glad that Starfire had stayed when the team split, when it came to breaking the ice and making people comfortable Robin was not the best, and Star is something of a natural at talking with people even if she does not know them well. Robin looked around the common area. "Has anyone seen Cassie? I have some things to go over for the week." --- Available units there is a 10-33 in progress in the Water Front area. Coast Guard is responding to a water craft 10-82, ETA 5 minutes. Additional units have been requested 10-18. EMT is alerted and en-route. Be aware; there are unconfirmed reports that an individual who may have boarded the water craft after the smoke cut visual of the deck. No emergency calls have come from the craft at this time. Coast Guard have asked to clear the nearest docking area for triage.</s> <\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- It wasn't long until the voices from the kitchen drifted through Cassie's open door. What a great continuation of her day to have a meeting going on without her. Groaning, she lifted herself from her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy blue slipper rather than her running shoes. She did a quick look around her room before leaving, the remains of her frantic search strew throughout. The great thing about being an amazon was that cleaning your room never took long, especially when you were able to slam the over-stuffed closed door extra hard. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't still look like she'd just left the training room, she headed for the kitchen. "You called?" She said, leaning against the doorway with a coy smile before entering completely. Everyone else on the team was there. A stab of her insecurity made her hesitate for a second- certain they had all conspire to meet and gossip about her. At least it meant Robin had in fact been asking after her and not Kassandra with K. Of all the things she thought she'd have to fight over as a Titan, her name hadn't been one of them. She shook off her baseless fears and breezed past them all to the fridge to grab a yogurt cup. "So what is it? Bank robbery? Mayor's daughter kidnapped? People disappearing around a not-suspicious-at-all science lab?"</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Ka'van's response and Robin's question had given the woman pause. She put one hand up against her chin. Kassandra and Cassie had also arrived into the kitchen. Hopefully they would not mind if Starfire continued this conversation about the human culinary arts and their effects on Earth-foreign species. She looked back at Ka'van. "I'm sorry for you, Ka'van. But if you like oats, perhaps wheat based products would be something you like. If you are to be living here for the foreseeable future, you must consider expanding your interest in food. Perhaps I would be suffering the same fortune as you, had I not been blessed with nine stomachs. I shall help you with this endeavor in the coming months. Otherwise, Ka'van, you will have to eat the same food every day, forever, as if you have been stranded in the Ice Prisons of Wizzleshorf Five! That simply will not do." She concluded with a satisfied smile. Then she looked over at Robin. "As for your question, Robin, I imagine it depends on the food. Personally, I find the mustard beverage appealing without any supplementary items, but it's flavor does change depending on it's temperature relative to the temperature and flavor of the food it has been applied too, aswell as the mustard to food ratio." She shook her head and smiled. "There is so much depth to be explored in the culinary arts." She commented, mostly to herself and the room. It seemed that Robin was preparing to make his statement, so Starfire respectfully indicated the conversation would be resumed another time by folding her arms behind her back and taking a few steps out of the way. She glanced over at Cassie and Kassandra and smiled, greeting them with a nod before turning her attention back to the leader of the Teen Titans. While she enjoyed talking about very specific and perhaps impractical subjects, the mission usually came first. However, Starfire had learned during her time where all five original Titans remained within the tower that it was important to, how Cyborg put it, "goof off." Or Beast Boy's "strategical relaxation protocols", though she imagined he was being somewhat facetious with a name such as that. Otherwise, one can be 'bogged down' with the minute details of stressful crime-fighting and forget to enjoy one another's company. It was fortunate then, that the Teen Titan program seemed to attract only the friendliest and nicest people Starfire had ever met. The new batch of recruits, Starfire had taken an immediate liking too. Now, however, as Cassie mentioned, it was time to focus on more serious matters, such as kidnappings, armed robberies, and wicked, immoral experiments.</s>	<\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Mori was doing as he was always doing, keeping an eye out for things while panhandling, when the first weird thing happened. Some guy came by and dropped off a handful of change into his bowl. That wasn't the unsual thing though; sometimes real kind people would drop a ten or even twenty. It was more about the person than the money; a young man who looked both too rich to give a guy like Mori the time of day, but at the same time seemed like a man on a mission. Since he was the only one that really stood out Mori sort of watched him go, but figuring he was just a tourist he let his attention drift to other people, though no one else really caught his attention. Not until something happened at the harbor. Looked like something just went up in smoke. Picking up his bowl and pocketing his money, Mori was one of the first people to hit the pier as people watched the scene unfold. It was here while he had a closet look that he realized that the harbor wasn't on fire; this was a smoke screen. Someone had covered a ship in blinding smoke to cover their movements. Mori recognized the type, and then realized that someone must be doing a heist. Though this was far to showy; it was the middle of the day in the middle of a public area. The cops would surely be on this soon, not to mention the titans. Or maybe... That was the point. Make a big distraction. Mori wasn't certain, so he stayed on the pier, watching the scene unfold.</s>
<\|description\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Alias: Scarlet Scarab Image/Description: Steve isn't super tall, coming in at 5'4", but he's in relatively and has a mask he can cover his face with. His hair is a chestnut brown matching his eyes. Nothing about him is very remarkable, making blending into a crowd easier which is a major plus in his line of work. Age: 18 Gender: Dude Race: Full-blown human Alignment: Neutral Skills/Meta Abilities: Good Health, Great Mind: Steve isn't some olympic level athlete but he's in pretty good shape. He can keep up with some of the other tech based supers but his real advantage is his mind. Despite his age Steve is more than capable of holding his own with some of the greatest minds out there. Scarlet Scarab Suit: Based off the suit of the late and great Ted Kord Blue Beetle, the Scarlet Scarab suit doesn't look all that fancy but under its thin layer of fabric is mesh armouring with heavier plating around his vitals. The helmet locks in place and can only be (properly) removed by someone wearing the suits gloves. The Suit's visor gives him telescopic vision and has a built in AI that helps manage information and help out with tasks that need a more complicated setup than the suit allows (such as using computer systems remotely). The Suit's biggest advantage is its modularity, with a built in power source Steve can continuously add and remove new parts to the suit as he hones his arsenal. Scarlet Airgun: Not wanting to cause much actual harm, Steve took another cue from Ted Kord and created an air based gun capable of a wide range of settings with a light breeze mode for keeping cool on a hot day to a setting strong enough to topple an elephant off its feet. The Airgun also has a grappling gun attachment. The Scarlet Skimmer: A hovercraft that Steve uses as a base of operation until he can find someplace better. The craft has retroreflective plating, allowing it keep itself hidden from the untrained eye. The size is comparable to a sea-can and has all of Steve's tools along with a kitchen and bedroom. Personality: Steve is a pretty jolly guy, not letting on if something gets to him if it gets to him. This mentality carries over to fights, tending to keep himself in high spirits. Despite his criminal actions, he takes pride in having morals, not wanting to cause wanton destruction or harm if he can help it. Backstory: Steve never knew his parents, growing up in an orphanage but still living a relatively happy life as his natural aptitude for the sciences allowed him to pass his schooling with ease, leaving more time for messing around and getting up to no good. This cycle continued for a good amount of time, school being a bore and committing petty crimes becoming monotonous. That all changed when Steve came into conflict with a then just starting out Blue Beetle. After the death of the last Blue Beetle, a new one hit the hero scene using an alien suit of armour to take on crime, one of his fist forays being a small time shoplifting gig of which Steve was a part of. Coming face to face with the hero lit a spark in Steve, an inspiration to take his gig to the next level and become a proper bad guy. With his schooling coming to a close, Steve moved out on his own and used his smarts, limited income and iron will to carve out the beginnings of his career in villainy. Taking up the mantle of The Scarlet Scarab as a joke on the Blue Beetle, Steve carved a name for himself pulling off bigger and more impressive heists, many times being foiled but, so far, never being captured and unmasked. EDIT 1: Added new picture for visual, recoloured version of original picture courtesy of @Lord Wraith</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson JUMP CITY NEWS Hello, residence of Jump City! it's me, Chester Stevenson, with your daily highlights. Today has shaped up to be a beautiful late spring day with temps in the mid 70's, and sun, sun, sun! The downtown area is, as always, a prime spot for your recreation this afternoon with many of the outdoor cafes setup and ready for the warmer weather. If you find yourself in the waterfront parks keep a look out for the starting of the summer festival! The carnival on Jump City Pier will be opening soon and they love to show off their attractions along the parks. as for traffic in the busy streets we can see some light build ups through the grids, and construction on Main Avenue North in front of the 3rd Street offices and the Jump City Post has that end of town all stopped up. That will cover the highlights of today, but do come back this evening and join us for the latest scoops on the controversial reopening of the Lex Corp Research and Development labs that just two years ago was responsible for the widespread power-grid issues in the suburbs south of the city, and after that the Jump City District Attorney, Gregory Roberts, will be making a statement about the recent case against Pino Maroni and the findings of the investigation into his acquiring of several warehouses that were found to be housing illegal items. That and more tonight! --- -Robin- - Dick Grayson - "That is something that we can look into on our side, thanks for the heads up Cy." Robin said sitting at his desk on a call with some of the original Titan members. "I am sure that STAR Labs will have something public to cover it up, but we will see what we can find on the back end." Robin cycled his console through a couple screens of news and business articles as Cyborg signed off before continuing. "Beast Boy, I need your team to look into the images from the Watch Tower of the Congo Basin. It looks like there may be activity around an abandon mine there that were closed off after Deathstroke withdrew. Recon and report back." He sent a few files to Beast Boy and then he too signed off. "Raven, if your team is settled in alright I would really like you to get with Zatanna on the project I sent you. Keep your distance, but I want a heads up if there are any more anomalies." She then signed off shortly after Robin's instruction. That would conclude Robin's review of the overnight reports from the other Titan teams and their monthly briefing. Powering down his console he leaned back in his desk chair. Looking over some miscellaneous papers and clippings on his desk, he stood up and looked over to "The Wall" as it had been termed in the past. The Wall was a large portion of one of the walls in his room that was covered with bits of news papers, pictures, and other documents that were connected with strings of various colors like a tydie spiderweb. No longer used he kept it up more as a memento to the past successes of the team, and a way to keep vision. Looking over the various pages and plucking some of the strings he thought back on the days when he had last used this web of information now out of date. News articles about robberies, missing property and shipments, and some of sightings of monsters, while others were headlines of the teams victories. He found the most recent article on The Wall: a factory explosion headlined Titans Coordinate Sting to Apprehend Terrorist Cell the article talked about the efforts the team went through over the years to track down, expose, and attempt to apprehend the terrorist villain Deathstroke and those that worked with him. This article was two years old at this point and Robin had yet to hear anything of Deathstroke. the next news article in line with that was one of the Titans recruiting new members with the help of the JLA and splitting up to seed new teams around the globe. The news clipping had a picture of the team; Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg, standing shoulder to shoulder with other young meta humans. That was the last time the team had been all together. Taking a step back from the wall he sighed. Has it really been that long?. Shaking his head he sat back in his chair a moment. Save for Starfire, the others had went out to help establish and coordinate these other teams. They check in regularly and occasionally make it out for briefings on special projects, but it had been years since they had worked together. Robin gathered some documents and filed them away in an attempt to clean up his desk, forever buried in papers. Reaching for his Gotham High letterman jacket Robin paused a moment before passing it up and leaving his room to go to the kitchen where he would find some food before talking with the team about some leads they would be looking into for the week.</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s>	<\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Titan island was awash with sun. One of the tower's resident aliens had a penchant for soaking up the warmth and light on days like this. Although Ka'van couldn't technically tan, his skin being permanently the same, even shade of gray, he could certainly throw down a towel and sprawl out on the lawn. His black t-shirt drew in the heat, counteracting his cold skin. He was like a cat: he was drawn to warmth. It was one of the many things he loved about Earth. Ka'van's relationship with his new planet was...complicated. He enjoyed the new sights, the new experiences, and most of the people, but at the same time, he longed for home. His communication with his people had been lost when the device sent with him broke. He hadn't been able to find anyone to fix it, at least not yet. Earth had it's ups and downs, what with the wars, the fights, and the violence among humans. He found humans...scary sometimes. His own people had only had war with outsiders who brought it with them; never their own kind. But Earth also had good people, and he was relived to find friends among the Titans. They had certainly been a big help in getting him settled in his new world. Ka'van was forever grateful to them. His sunbathing and thoughts were interrupted by his stomach giving an unhappy growl. He hadn't had a bowl of oatmeal since that morning, he figured it was probably about time. Ka'van pealed himself up off the lawn and floated inside. He phased through a wall into the kitchen, where he saw the team's fearless leader making lunch. "Hello Robin," He said politely. The Boy Wonder was out of his cave for once; that was a pleasant surprise. Ka'van found Robin to be quite the enigma. He was brave, determined, and a great leader, but he often became obsessed with his work. Sometimes he wouldn't leave his room for days. Ka'van didn't think that this was normal human behavior, but the rest of the team seemed to let it go, so, he did too. He quietly began to boil water and poured his dry oats into a bowl.</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ An orange skinned, violet haired, slender, young looking woman with bright green eyes, a blue, sleeveless crop top, skirt, and thigh high boots, all adorned with steel braces, boots, and belts, floated casually near the ceiling of one of the hallways in Titan tower. Apparently, she was in a good mood. She hummed an unrecognizable and frankly unmelodic and discordant tune, one unknown and disquieting to human ears but pleasing and comforting to her own. Like she was full of helium, she pulled herself with her flattened palms while looking at the ceiling tiles and lights. Her long purple hair was straight, and flowed elegantly downward. Starfire had put extra work into her appearance today, wearing her formal attire and doing herself up nice and pretty. No particular reason other than self-esteem, and things had been kind of slow recently. She had spoken to the other Titans, the, uh, "original" Titans, her best friends, earlier over the computer screens. It was fun, but it wasn't the same as them actually being here. She missed them often, though she knew their cause was noble. But now she was feeling good, and expressed her contentdness with literally light-hearted floating about, a happy balloon stuck to the ceiling after a child's birthday party. Evil had been stopped at every opportunity. Jump City was safer then ever before, and the newer recruits seemed to be acclimating well into their new environment. Not to mention her close relationship with Robin was steady as ever. Indeed, there wasn't much to be sad about. Robin had his worries, as he always did, but he was a vigilant protector. It was his job to worry, and her job to keep spirits high. Or, something like that. Reaching the end of the hallway, Starfire gently backflipped and landed on her feet. Folding her hands behind her back she walked heel-toe into the kitchen. Ka'van and Robin were there. "I have been thinking..." Starfire began, skipping any pretense of greetings or introductions. "...about flavor. Some things taste delicious, yet others taste unpleasant. Temperature also affects flavor, for heat causes chemical reactions within the tongue that increases sensitivity. Yet some things taste bad cold, and good hot, or vice versa. Surely, a thing that tastes bad would taste even worse when it was hot, but this is in many times not the case, or sometimes even the reverse is true. I enjoy carrots, but warm, they are repulsive. And earthlings often do not delight in the delicacies of my homeworld. Deliciousness seems to be such an arbitrary thing. Decided base on nothing more than the randomly generated whimsy of the taste buds we are born with." She paused for a moment, one finger on her chin. While she spoke in great volume, she spoke deliberately and with a controlled verbosity. "This all being said, Ka'van, do you enjoy warm, wet oats? Did you partake in them often before you came here? I find them to be quite plain, though nourishing and easily consumable in vast quantities. Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" She asked, leaning over to him. If there was one thing to two of them could bond over, it was the two of them being foreigners on this world. Starfire was happy to be his teacher about all things Earthly, if only for the reason that she had finally met someone who was less knowledgable on Earthling culture than she herself was.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan "Come on. A little closer." Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away. "Come on…" She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. "Gotcha!" Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. "Ha! You're mine now." It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it's misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She'd learned that one the hard way. Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down. She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn't fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn't great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed. Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone."</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin finished up on the console, taking in a few last minute reports of what was going on around their AO, while the team sprung into action. As they were leaving Robin had finished up, and started heading for the hanger. Cassie poked her head into the main room just before Mirage took cut out to the scene. "I can give you a lift if you need one." "Thanks," Robin replied with a smile. "But I will take the T-Jet in case things get rough." He continued down in the elevator to the hanger under the tower where the various transports for the team, as well as personal vehicles were kept. Robin approached a jet like craft that resembled that of an F-22 crossed with a harrier jet, but the fuselage was wider, and the engines set a bit high to make room for a crew ramp. The jet was a metallic gray color with the Titan's iconic "T" blazoned on each wing. The ramp was already down and as Robin approached the jet powered on and the engines began to power on to stand-by. The inside of the jet was, cozy, to put it nicely. While it was not as spacious as the Orca, more of a areal command center they used for far away or escort missions, it did work well as a short range transport and flag of intimidation. The latter of those was something more of what Robin wanted on this mission, due to the un-easing nature of how the person who boarded the yacht dropped out of what Robbin assumed to be a stealthed ship, which they did not have any information on. Walking past the few rows of seating, Robin came to the front of the jet where the pilot controls were located. With a few button presses the jet came alive with activity. The ramp colsed, the falps and rudders began moving, and the hanger door began to open as the jet slowly rolled into place for takeoff. With a roar the jet shot forward and out of the underground hanger, it's vertical engines providing enough force to lift it from the ground and into the air just before the end of the runway. Even with the speed of the T-Jet Robin arrived on scene just as the rest of the team had put the plan into motion. Starfire was circling the area keeping onlookers at a safe distance and monitoring for escape, Mirage had just radioed in that the sub-nautical conditions were nominal, Wonder Girl had managed to evacuate a few of the ships occupants, and Wraith was running some advance recon of the situation. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." "I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." "Good job team. Lets see if we can find who is behind this chaos." Robin said as he pulled the jet in above the yacht. The down thrusters kicked in as the jet slowed to hover above the main aft deck, clearing most of the smoke from the craft. Robin noticed an odd proximity reading before he put the jet into patrol mode and dropped to the deck below, landing with a thud on the deck. He glanced up around the jet as it gained in altitude and began a lazy circle around the area. looking around Robin noticed that most of the passengers and crew were on their way to deploying inflated rafts, while a few who were obviously part of a security detail were staging at an opening to the lower decks. Scanning the deck he saw both Wonder Girl and Mirage and motioned to the security personnel. "Lets see what they are getting ready for." Robin then approached the group and activated the team comm-link so Wraith could hear as well. "We are here to help, what is the situation?" Robin started as one of the security officers, a woman, looked his way. "Head of security Tylers, Krystal." She introduced herself. "I didn't think we would need the Titans. We appreciate the assist though. It all happened quick, and the part we are having issue with understanding is where this intruder came from. Suddenly the deck was covered in smoke, and this..." She paused a moment, distracted by radio chatter in her ear piece. "This intruder dropped from the sky, but there was nothing above us." She glanced up before looking back to Robin. "He was dressed in a red suite is what one of my men reported and armed, but his weapon seemed to only shoot concussive waves, non-lethal for the most part in the open, but could be dangerous in confined spaces." "Thank you Krystal, we can take it from here if you want to take your group and make sure the passengers and crew get off safely." The woman nodded and issued a few orders to her men. "Wraith, did you get that? We are moving in from the main deck." Robin then looked to his team and motioned for them to begin moving below decks.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Ted hadn't been able to work up the nerve to make a break for it which he cursed himself out for as he began to hear the tell tale signs of something amiss up above. He heard the whooshing of flight and the other jet up above along with the landing thud and talking. He wasn't a betting man but Ted was fairly certain that the titans had arrived on scene. "Fiddlesticks." This was absolutely what he wanted, being put on the map and getting a popularity boost by going toe to toe with some supers but he was beginning to second guess himself now. Not only was he outmatched, he was outgunned and his mind was starting to go blank as the realization that he may not make it out of here a free man began to sink in. Maybe turning himself over would be his best bet? It would probably save him a lot of bruising. No, he'd gotten this far, might as well go out with a bang. As he tried to think of what that bang would be, Ted caught a glimpse of what confirmed his theory. The air suddenly got cold in the hideaway room as part of the Teen Titans member Wraith floated in. Like a bat out of hell, Ted sprinted towards the upper deck. Quickly he turned the setting on his Airgun pretty high, loaded up his grappling hook and made his way for the stairs where the guards would no doubt be stationed. Upon coming to the stairs Ted did a quick assessment of who was in his way to the top. A few security guards were stationed there but luckily they seemed somewhat distracted at the moment as they spoke with someone. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ted quickly brought his Airgun up and fired at his ship, getting its location from the small whiffs of smoke still escaping from the nozzles. As soon as he heard the satisfying clunk of metal on metal Ted began to zip himself up the stairway, barreling through the guards. Now was his big moment to let everyone know who he was and though he still wasn't sure he could get away with it, especially now considering how close in proximity all the titans were, Ted wracked his brain to think of something to say. "Scarlet Scarab did this! I am he!" Ted yelled as he sped by, mounting his ship quickly and all but jumping for the controls as he tried to speed away from the crime scene after tossing the jewel into his bed.</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray "Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough. He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain! "I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps? He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it. "Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."</s>
<\|description\|>Ka'van Soeray Alias: Wraith Age: 19 in human years Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop. Species: Alien half-demon Personality: Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him. Abilities: Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing He can phase through solid objects. He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies. He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury. He can also use this ability to levitate and fly. Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies. He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack. But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while. Appearance: When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities. In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black. History: Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become. Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm. Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well. Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him. Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone. Notes: He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious. Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening. Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute? Art Commissioned from Mi-tian</s> <\|message\|>Bartolomeo Peckish Jump City National was the second largest bank and second oldest bank in Jump City, losing both first titles to the local branch of the Bank of America. A clean, clearly designed with the ideas of wealth and comfort in mind and decorated with artworks that were so awful that the almost universal response to anyone finding out how much a given piece of the 'art' was worth was generally something along the lines of "They paid how much for this thing?!" It was also in the process of having a section of its vault industrially cleaned. Asura, the manager who had opened the doors that morning, had his otherwise well planned and organized list of objectives for the day thrown out the window when a well dressed man had stepped through the front doors, politely told reception that he was with the government and needed to talk with either himself or the other possible morning manager Robert as soon as possible. It meeting itself had reveled some distressing news. The man (named Jacob Wilson) was an Agent for the FBI that was there to investigate a recent shipment of money that had been transported out of Gotham City and arrived at Jump City the night before; The Joker had quietly taken over some warehouse in Gotham and had tainted a large sum of physical cash with one of his chemical creations before slipping them into shipments that were leaving the city by both legal and illegal methods. Batman had caught wind of it, Joker was arrested and now the FBI was now discreetly investigating ever known shipment of cash that had left Gotham within the correct time period to remove the tainted money before it reached circulation and started a panic; The truck that had arrived the night before was on the list. After confirming Agent Wilson's credentials, calling his boss to let her known what was going on and being sworn to secrecy with the clear professional warning that if the public learned of this threat needlessly that there would be hell to pay, the two had quickly located where the the vault the cash from Gotham had been stored the night before (and thank god it hadn't been put into the ATM's yet) and two professional looking men with breathing masks, safety goggles and gloves came into the vault with devices and scanned everything in the vault that had shared the same air as the Gotham pile before packing the Gotham cash and what cash had been close enough that contamination was a serious risk into air tight bags and removed them from the building to be destroyed off site. While having almost a million dollars walk out the door was painful, Asura was prepared to write it off as 'dead' money since money that killed people would be far worse for his career. Once the money was gone, Agent Wilson had summoned a clean up crew in order to give the section of the vault that it had been stored in a proper industrial clean for health and safety reasons at government expensive. The official story was that a former patron of the bank had left an unknown organic substance in one of the safety deposit boxes at an unknown time in the past and time had caused it to rot to the point that it was now a health hazard and required a section of the vault to be professionally cleaned immediately. An embarrassing story to tell those performing business at the bank, but apart from being a funny anecdote nothing to worry about. It was as the cleaning crew was leaving and Agent Wilson was thanking him for his cooperation when Asura brought up something he had discovered. "Forgive me for not mentioning this sooner, but I decided to check our shipping manifest for any other deliveries from Gotham that left during... well...." Shaking his head a little as he recovered without having to say anything more, he continued "There is a shipment arriving via plane that's going to be arriving in the airport this afternoon." Agent Wilson, a African-American man in his late thirties to early forties with a bald head that was clearly shaved gazed at Asura with stern, brown eyes before offering a sigh and a muttered curse before returning to professionalism. "Other teams failing to do their jobs correctly aside, here's what we're going to do. We're going to call the airport and security company that transports your goods to quietly explain that we suspect that a dangerous, illegal chemical was smuggled aboard that flight. When it lands, we're going to have the airport put the plane somewhere isolated so that me and my team can go in, check the cargo and get this taken care of without alerting or alarming the public. Shall we?" He finished as he gestured back towards Asura's office. Several phone calls later (Including one call that Agent Wilson made to his team to update them on the situation), Agent Wilson was about to head off with his team to wait for the arrival of the plane at the airport when Asura asked "Should we contact the Titans to help with this?" There was a thoughtful pause before Agent Wilson nodded his head. "This is an FBI operation and I cannot ask even super powered teenagers to assist in the process of searching and destruction of tainted goods, but I would be remiss if I didn't suggest you contacting them to suggest that they patrol that area. We do not need some criminal organization or wannabee super villain hearing that there is a pile of cash at the airport and risk them endangering the population by potentially letting Joker infected cash entering the money flow. If you would be so kind, I have to report the failure of one of our other teams to catch this before the plane took off to my superiors. Good day." And with that final polite but professional goodbye, Agent Wilson finally went out the front door of the Jump City National, walked to the stock standard black 4wd car that his team had been parked and waiting for him in for pick up and slid inside. It was only after the engine was turned on and the car was driving away that 'Jacob' muttered to the crew "And this, Gentlemen, is why I'm getting paid more then the rest of you. When we get back to base, we've got a few hours of downtime before part two of this starts so we're going to be putting off the celebratory drinks for a bit longer."</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins The jig was up. Ted was kicking himself as he saw Wraith materialize from the hull of his ship and heard the tearing of metal from somewhere on the skimmer. The skimmer had already started moving from his interaction with the controls but not nearly fast enough to outrun whoever was outside. Though he was screaming on the inside, Ted swivelled his seat to face Wraith as his mind raced for a way out of this. "I can agree with you there. One schmuck like me against a super like you isn't a bet I would wanna make." Ted said truthfully as he locked his finger over his lap. This whole thing was a mistake, I should have stuck to shoplifting! You don't need to deal with superpowers or come up with failsafes for shop-! Ted's mind raced before his eyes landed on a vestigial button on his gauntlet, one that was simply a foundation for future suit modifications. A plan started to form in Ted's head, a long shot for sure but given how close the cold hand of the Titans was getting it was the best shot he had. In a quick fluid movement he began to press the button in a random pattern though doing his best to make the presses look deliberate. "'Cept today I'm feeling lucky. I've got a bomb on that boat, a little bit of insurance just in case something like this happened. My first press of this button armed the thing and if I don't press along in the correct pattern the whole district goes. Now you can try scanning for it, hell I'd like you too, nothing like testing some sensor cloaking technology in the field. If you want to actually want to keep Jump City from being home to the Grand Canyon two I suggest you and your friends leave me and my ship be and start looking for that bomb." Ted said with a small grin as on the inside he panicked hard. "That being said you can always choose to not believe and yank me out of my seat right here and now but do you really want to make that bet? Roll the dice on a hunch? As a sign of good faith I'll even let you take the diamond back. No hard feelings Casper ol' pal?" Ted explained, continuing to push away at the button.</s>	<\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray The alien shifted a bit as the ship was rocked by Supergirl. He listened to the villain's monolog without any display of emotion. If he was surprised, he sure didn't show it. Wraith lifted his arm and radioed the team again. "The villain has informed me of a possible bomb threat on the boat. Please see to it that the area is clear of civilians." Wraith wasn't particularly gullible. He had a feeling that Earth technology hadn't advanced far enough for the villain to single handedly install a bomb of the magnitude implied on the ship within the time frame allowed. But, just to be sure... An inky black force field formed around the red clad man, and before he could object, he was being pulled downward, through the hull of the aircraft, and flung back onto the deck of the ship. The bubble protected him from major injury, although he'd certainly be a little shaken up. Wraith wasn't far behind him. The black bodied alien stepped down softly onto the deck beside the fiend and released him. "I don't know much about you," He said, soft and calm, "But I have to assume you aren't suicidal. You will remain here while the ship is searched." It didn't sound like a suggestion.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxine "Max" Walters Alias: Soundwave Image/Description: attached picture Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Meta human Alignment: Neutral Sexuality: Bi Mentor: Mix of scientific experiments and self taught Skills/Meta Abilities: able to manipulate sound frequencies. Can make a snap become deafening, block all sound around a person or area, even to the point of basically muting someone all within a fifteen foot circumference from herself Personality: comes off intimidating, sarcastic, laid back attitude, very defensive when someone tries to corner or trap her, doesn't really open up to others Likes: rock music specifically 80s rock, vinyl records, bass guitars, drums Dislikes: soundproof rooms, being labeled as "the bad guy" Backstory: Max grew up in a broken home where music was her only escape. When her drunken father went to attack her, she yelled at him to leave her alone, sending him flying through the wall into the yard. She was taken away by an unknown research lab who ran countless tests on her to see her abilities. Finally frustrated by being trapped in a soundproof room and experimented on like a lab rat, Max escaped the facility never to look back. She changed her name and appearance so they'd never find her. She eventually made it to Jump City in hopes of making a new life for herself.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson JUMP CITY NEWS Hello, residence of Jump City! it's me, Chester Stevenson, with your daily highlights. Today has shaped up to be a beautiful late spring day with temps in the mid 70's, and sun, sun, sun! The downtown area is, as always, a prime spot for your recreation this afternoon with many of the outdoor cafes setup and ready for the warmer weather. If you find yourself in the waterfront parks keep a look out for the starting of the summer festival! The carnival on Jump City Pier will be opening soon and they love to show off their attractions along the parks. as for traffic in the busy streets we can see some light build ups through the grids, and construction on Main Avenue North in front of the 3rd Street offices and the Jump City Post has that end of town all stopped up. That will cover the highlights of today, but do come back this evening and join us for the latest scoops on the controversial reopening of the Lex Corp Research and Development labs that just two years ago was responsible for the widespread power-grid issues in the suburbs south of the city, and after that the Jump City District Attorney, Gregory Roberts, will be making a statement about the recent case against Pino Maroni and the findings of the investigation into his acquiring of several warehouses that were found to be housing illegal items. That and more tonight! --- -Robin- - Dick Grayson - "That is something that we can look into on our side, thanks for the heads up Cy." Robin said sitting at his desk on a call with some of the original Titan members. "I am sure that STAR Labs will have something public to cover it up, but we will see what we can find on the back end." Robin cycled his console through a couple screens of news and business articles as Cyborg signed off before continuing. "Beast Boy, I need your team to look into the images from the Watch Tower of the Congo Basin. It looks like there may be activity around an abandon mine there that were closed off after Deathstroke withdrew. Recon and report back." He sent a few files to Beast Boy and then he too signed off. "Raven, if your team is settled in alright I would really like you to get with Zatanna on the project I sent you. Keep your distance, but I want a heads up if there are any more anomalies." She then signed off shortly after Robin's instruction. That would conclude Robin's review of the overnight reports from the other Titan teams and their monthly briefing. Powering down his console he leaned back in his desk chair. Looking over some miscellaneous papers and clippings on his desk, he stood up and looked over to "The Wall" as it had been termed in the past. The Wall was a large portion of one of the walls in his room that was covered with bits of news papers, pictures, and other documents that were connected with strings of various colors like a tydie spiderweb. No longer used he kept it up more as a memento to the past successes of the team, and a way to keep vision. Looking over the various pages and plucking some of the strings he thought back on the days when he had last used this web of information now out of date. News articles about robberies, missing property and shipments, and some of sightings of monsters, while others were headlines of the teams victories. He found the most recent article on The Wall: a factory explosion headlined Titans Coordinate Sting to Apprehend Terrorist Cell the article talked about the efforts the team went through over the years to track down, expose, and attempt to apprehend the terrorist villain Deathstroke and those that worked with him. This article was two years old at this point and Robin had yet to hear anything of Deathstroke. the next news article in line with that was one of the Titans recruiting new members with the help of the JLA and splitting up to seed new teams around the globe. The news clipping had a picture of the team; Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg, standing shoulder to shoulder with other young meta humans. That was the last time the team had been all together. Taking a step back from the wall he sighed. Has it really been that long?. Shaking his head he sat back in his chair a moment. Save for Starfire, the others had went out to help establish and coordinate these other teams. They check in regularly and occasionally make it out for briefings on special projects, but it had been years since they had worked together. Robin gathered some documents and filed them away in an attempt to clean up his desk, forever buried in papers. Reaching for his Gotham High letterman jacket Robin paused a moment before passing it up and leaving his room to go to the kitchen where he would find some food before talking with the team about some leads they would be looking into for the week.</s> <\|message\|>Mortimer "Mort" Memento Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do. It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep. "Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Steve strode down the street towards the waterfront in his civilian clothes, sporting a nice pair of yellow sunglasses. Right now the city seemed to be in a lull, most of the big villains seemed to be keeping to themselves leaving Jump City with an overwhelming sense of calm. This calm seemed like the perfect opportunity for a b-list villain to move up in the bad guy hierarchy and what an opportunity waited for Steve just off the coast hidden away in an innocuous looking yacht. Walking by a row of homeless people, Steve dropped eight dollars worth of change into one of their cups in order to clean his conscious of what he was about to do. On the Yacht was supposedly the Dikto family jewel, a large gemstone cut from a meteorite in the late fifties. The jewel was massive and worth a lot to the right people. Steve, coming to the pier, leaned up against a light post and stared out at the yacht, adjusting his glasses but also subtly activating the machinery housed inside. Suddenly his vision sprung to life with readouts of the boat as it zoomed in and gave him a better view of the boat. He could now see the numerous armed guards patrolling the boat, giving him a better idea of what to expect when he would make his grand entrance. He stood there for a good fifteen minutes before his figured he had enough information on the boat to begin his assault. Walking back the way he came, Steve ducked into an alley way and pulled out his Scarlet Airgun. He quickly loaded the grappling hook and fired it up and seemingly the sky. Just as Steve began to think he ducked into the wrong alley, he heard the satisfying metal thunk as his hook magnetized to the Scarlet Skimmer's hull. Steve zipped up and entered his home, suiting up and piloting the Skimmer above the Yacht. Before disembarking Steve looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself "You can do this. You are the best. You will not screw this up." and with that he slammed his fist down on a button and made a dash for the now opening bay door of his skimmer. The skimmer, still invisible to those below, spewed a heavy smoke down towards the Yacht, obscuring the ship's deck and putting the personal onboard on high alert. Taking his opportunity, Steve hooked his line and quickly repelled down to the ship's deck, Airgun in hand. Once his feet hit the deck his loudly proclaimed "If you don't want to be swimming back to the coast I think it'd be better for y'all to put your weapons down."</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Titan island was awash with sun. One of the tower's resident aliens had a penchant for soaking up the warmth and light on days like this. Although Ka'van couldn't technically tan, his skin being permanently the same, even shade of gray, he could certainly throw down a towel and sprawl out on the lawn. His black t-shirt drew in the heat, counteracting his cold skin. He was like a cat: he was drawn to warmth. It was one of the many things he loved about Earth. Ka'van's relationship with his new planet was...complicated. He enjoyed the new sights, the new experiences, and most of the people, but at the same time, he longed for home. His communication with his people had been lost when the device sent with him broke. He hadn't been able to find anyone to fix it, at least not yet. Earth had it's ups and downs, what with the wars, the fights, and the violence among humans. He found humans...scary sometimes. His own people had only had war with outsiders who brought it with them; never their own kind. But Earth also had good people, and he was relived to find friends among the Titans. They had certainly been a big help in getting him settled in his new world. Ka'van was forever grateful to them. His sunbathing and thoughts were interrupted by his stomach giving an unhappy growl. He hadn't had a bowl of oatmeal since that morning, he figured it was probably about time. Ka'van pealed himself up off the lawn and floated inside. He phased through a wall into the kitchen, where he saw the team's fearless leader making lunch. "Hello Robin," He said politely. The Boy Wonder was out of his cave for once; that was a pleasant surprise. Ka'van found Robin to be quite the enigma. He was brave, determined, and a great leader, but he often became obsessed with his work. Sometimes he wouldn't leave his room for days. Ka'van didn't think that this was normal human behavior, but the rest of the team seemed to let it go, so, he did too. He quietly began to boil water and poured his dry oats into a bowl.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxine "Max" Walters It had been a few months since Max escaped the lab, making it to Jump City thankfully in one piece and without drawing attention to herself. It wasn't easy to find a safe haven, but one abandoned house served as a temporary residence until she knew she was in the clear. She sighed softly, grabbing the plastic buckets she collected over time which she made into a makeshift drum set. It was something she always wanted as a kid before everything went to hell. She headed into town, eyes constantly surveying the people around her for any signs of danger. Sure, she could handle herself against the ones who held her captive, but she didn't want anyone else in the city to know of her...unique talent. Ever since she landed her father in the hospital, she was targeted for her ability to manipulate sound. She shuddered, remembering the cold, cruel place of the lab, vowing never to let that happen to her again. Pushing the dark thoughts behind, she finally made it to the park, setting the buckets down before her on a bench alongside a smaller one for change as she started to tap out a beat. She mostly sang or played 80s songs, but those were the ones which spoke to her the most. Connected to her personally.</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan "Come on. A little closer." Just outside the Titans Tower, one young Atlantean stood waist deep in the water. Her orange eyes were fixed on a large carp that was lazily swimming toward her. She licked her lips in anticipation. Breakfast was just a breath away. "Come on…" She stilled, watching the fish idle toward her body. "Gotcha!" Her hands darted into the water, lightning quick, and she came up with a live, wriggling fish. "Ha! You're mine now." It was a healthy specimen. With a gentle tap on the spine, she put the animal out of it's misery, then climbed out of the water. She was barefoot as she usually was, the skirt of her green dress tied around her knees. Human clothes were lovely, but not waterproof. She'd learned that one the hard way. Kassandra grinned with triumph as she headed back into the tower, loosening her dress back down as she did so. As she headed toward the kitchen, she heard the cheerful conversation of some of the others, and balked slightly, slowing down. She was still somewhat intimidated by the other Titans. Being the youngest of the group wasn't fun, and feeling like the least trained wasn't great either. Robin made her nervous; he was so intense most of the time. Starfire was sweet and kind, but she was a veteran, and Kassy just felt outclassed. Still, there was nothing that she could do about it this morning. She needed the knives to properly carve her kill. So she stepped into the kitchen, fish in one hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone."</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van had just pulled the hot water off the stove and poured it into his bowl of oats when Starfire waltzed in. He gave his lunch a stir and looked up as she spoke. He smiled. The two got along quite well, both being fish out of water on this planet. He was always grateful for her advice, although he took most of it with a grain of salt after...the incident. But regardless of whether her advice on Earth life was sound or not, Starfire always had a way of cheering up a room. He liked that about her. Even Robin in all his seriousness couldn't withstand her antics without a smile. Most of the time, anyways. He couldn't help but chuckle as she went on about taste. He wasn't sure where this was going, until she mentioned his oatmeal. "Oh," He looked down at the slop that had formed in the bowl. Ka'van ate oatmeal for every meal, every day. When he'd first found himself on Earth, the first few weeks had been absolutely horrible. He spent them sick and starving, trying one Earth food after another, most of which resulted in him becoming even more violently ill. When he finally discovered that oats were incredibly similar to a staple food on his own planet, and that they could sustain him...well, he kind of gave up on trying anything else. Any new food had the potential to make him sick again, and Ka'van's fear of that kept him on a strict oatmeal-only diet. Was he tired of them by now? Yeah, maybe a little... "Mustard will make me sick, Star," He said in a patient tone. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." He picked up the bowl and stirred it, then took a bite of the plain, lumpy mush.</s> <\|message\|>Slade Joseph Wilson -Robin- - Dick Grayson - Robin was in the middle of cooking up some beacon and eggs when Ka'van walked in and greeted him as he began making his oats. "Hey Ka'van." He Replied. His toast popped up just as he finished cooking his eggs. Stacking all his ingredients together Robin began eating as Starfire floated in and began musing at the concepts of hot and cold foods eaten in their opposite states with Ka'van. "Have you tried warm, wet oats seasoned with mustard?" Robin caught himself before spitting out chunks of egg from the resulting chuckle. It was amusing that even after spending so much time with Starfire and all the oddities she enjoys and thinks of daily, she can still come at you with something new and unexpected. "These oats are the closest thing to Talgan food I've found." "What about you Star, with your expertise on mustard, what makes it better: hot or cold" Robin asked playfully, half curious if she had actually considered it before. As he finished, Kassandra walked in, fish in hand. "Ah… g-good morning everyone." She looked nervous, and it was understandable with her being one of the newest members. "Hi Kass. The stove top should still be hot." Robin tried his best at being approachable to all members, but all the years he spent with Batman kind of made that difficult to do naturally. He was glad that Starfire had stayed when the team split, when it came to breaking the ice and making people comfortable Robin was not the best, and Star is something of a natural at talking with people even if she does not know them well. Robin looked around the common area. "Has anyone seen Cassie? I have some things to go over for the week." --- Available units there is a 10-33 in progress in the Water Front area. Coast Guard is responding to a water craft 10-82, ETA 5 minutes. Additional units have been requested 10-18. EMT is alerted and en-route. Be aware; there are unconfirmed reports that an individual who may have boarded the water craft after the smoke cut visual of the deck. No emergency calls have come from the craft at this time. Coast Guard have asked to clear the nearest docking area for triage.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL It wasn't long until the voices from the kitchen drifted through Cassie's open door. What a great continuation of her day to have a meeting going on without her. Groaning, she lifted herself from her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy blue slipper rather than her running shoes. She did a quick look around her room before leaving, the remains of her frantic search strew throughout. The great thing about being an amazon was that cleaning your room never took long, especially when you were able to slam the over-stuffed closed door extra hard. With a final glance in the mirror to make sure she didn't still look like she'd just left the training room, she headed for the kitchen. "You called?" She said, leaning against the doorway with a coy smile before entering completely. Everyone else on the team was there. A stab of her insecurity made her hesitate for a second- certain they had all conspire to meet and gossip about her. At least it meant Robin had in fact been asking after her and not Kassandra with K. Of all the things she thought she'd have to fight over as a Titan, her name hadn't been one of them. She shook off her baseless fears and breezed past them all to the fridge to grab a yogurt cup. "So what is it? Bank robbery? Mayor's daughter kidnapped? People disappearing around a not-suspicious-at-all science lab?"</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks. A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome. Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case! Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals. The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative. Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them. "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders. For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own. "I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt. Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others. "I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean. Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work. Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look. People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL Cassie didn't even flinch when the alarms began to go off. She remained the picture of calmness, even as Robin began giving out instructions, finding a spoon and even continuing to eat her yogurt as the rest of the team jumped into action. Inwardly, it was all she could do to keep from breaking through the kitchen wall to get to the scene. Her small insecurities evaporated in the excitement of a real mission. "Well I was half right," She shrugged with while her heart pounded. Tossing her half finished snack, she followed Starfire's path out the kitchen but turned to her own room where her equipment waited. Artimes's training had permeated enough so at least Wonder Girl's lasso and arm bands were always hanging off the back of the door, regardless what the rest of Cassie's room might look like. She was still fastening the lasso to her hip and sliding her heals into her sneakers when she peaked back into the kitchen just in time to which Kassandra good luck and find Robin; the teams flightless member. "I can give you a lift if you need one." She offered before tucking back in the hallway to sprint towards the still open window Starefire had used. Fly had long since stopped being such an easy thrill for Cassie. Years of training and pattern exercises had made it just another part of her routine, but there was still excitement to be found in the faces of the crowds that watched. Coming up on the smoking yacht surrounded by police and curious crowds, she truly felt like Wonder Girl, someone people could count on. She glimpsed Starfire below, on the dock speaking with the police before circling the crime scene. It was hard to see much of anything with all the smoke, though she was almost sure she could distinguish the more misty form of Wraith on the deck for a brief moment before he disappeared below. Cassie landed at the helm of the ship, clearing out the cockpit of confused crew whom she brought to Starfire, as they did their best to recount what had happened between lungfuls of smoke. "I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." She confirmed with her team-mate before returning back to the yacht.</s>
<\|description\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL --- --- Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human/Amazon Alignment: Hero Mentors: Artemis, Wonder Woman Skills/Meta Abilities: Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight. Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target. Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force. Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting. Personality: Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her. Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books. Backstory: Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting. A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead. An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds. The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons. Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.</s> <\|message\|>Stevedore "Steve" Perkins Ted hadn't been able to work up the nerve to make a break for it which he cursed himself out for as he began to hear the tell tale signs of something amiss up above. He heard the whooshing of flight and the other jet up above along with the landing thud and talking. He wasn't a betting man but Ted was fairly certain that the titans had arrived on scene. "Fiddlesticks." This was absolutely what he wanted, being put on the map and getting a popularity boost by going toe to toe with some supers but he was beginning to second guess himself now. Not only was he outmatched, he was outgunned and his mind was starting to go blank as the realization that he may not make it out of here a free man began to sink in. Maybe turning himself over would be his best bet? It would probably save him a lot of bruising. No, he'd gotten this far, might as well go out with a bang. As he tried to think of what that bang would be, Ted caught a glimpse of what confirmed his theory. The air suddenly got cold in the hideaway room as part of the Teen Titans member Wraith floated in. Like a bat out of hell, Ted sprinted towards the upper deck. Quickly he turned the setting on his Airgun pretty high, loaded up his grappling hook and made his way for the stairs where the guards would no doubt be stationed. Upon coming to the stairs Ted did a quick assessment of who was in his way to the top. A few security guards were stationed there but luckily they seemed somewhat distracted at the moment as they spoke with someone. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Ted quickly brought his Airgun up and fired at his ship, getting its location from the small whiffs of smoke still escaping from the nozzles. As soon as he heard the satisfying clunk of metal on metal Ted began to zip himself up the stairway, barreling through the guards. Now was his big moment to let everyone know who he was and though he still wasn't sure he could get away with it, especially now considering how close in proximity all the titans were, Ted wracked his brain to think of something to say. "Scarlet Scarab did this! I am he!" Ted yelled as he sped by, mounting his ship quickly and all but jumping for the controls as he tried to speed away from the crime scene after tossing the jewel into his bed.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray "Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough. He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain! "I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps? He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it. "Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."</s> <\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan With Wraith's directions, Mirage started to head for the top of the boat. Once she got there, she didn't see anything. "Hmm... there's got to be a way." Then she had a brilliant idea. Reaching for the staff lashed around her waist, she pulled it and set it standing upward, with the octopus facing the sky. With an effort of will and a summoning of the magical runes etched all over it, Mirage started to summon a stream of water from the seas outside the ship. The runes lit a soft, glowing blue as she did so. The water spiraled up and on until it was obediently waiting in a large sphere in front of her. There were some small lake creatures and some algae in it; maybe she'd pulled too deep. Oh well. "Up!" Mirage commanded. The orb of water shot upward like a rocket, whistling through the empty air until- SPLASH! It hit something. Mirage watched closely as the ship took form briefly, a void in the water as it started to come down. "Gotcha!" She pinged the spot on her communicator. The flyers would have to do the rest. "Found the ship!"</s>	<\|message\|>Cassandra 'Cassie' SandsmarkWONDER GIRL Cassie felt oddly in control of the situation, despite the chaos of security still running around and the thick smoke that made it nearly impossible to tell who exactly was on the ship. After all, there were five Titans on call. No sooner had her cockiness come into existance before smacking her in the face. There was distinctive coughing from the stairs behind behind her post, prompting Cassie to investigate and find another member of the crew struggling up the stairs. She was kneeling over the man when a bullet shot between them, leaving both more than slightly dazed as a man in red sped past them on a grappling hook. "Shit" Cassie muttered before jumping into action, she ran off the edge of the yacht to join the assailant in the sky. "Any idea on direction Wraith?" Almost in response a massive jet of water surged upwards, knocking Cassie out of the sky. Underwater, Cassie waited for the worst of the waves to subside before breaking the surface again; ready to begin a very long and deserved grudge on Kassandra, until she saw the faint outline of an aircraft dripping water. "Nice aim Mirage" Was all she said as she sped off in pursuit again. The water that had revealed the ship so briefly was already dripping away and it was impossible to determine any distinctive parts available to sabotage, but neither stopped Cassie from barreling headfirst into the aircraft, lodging her fist and forearm past the cloaked outer surface. She made a conscious effort not to look down. It was one thing to fly herself after practicing for years, clinging to the side of an aircraft piloted by whatever kind of criminal was much less appealing. "I'm just outside Wraith, going to see if I can find the engines. Stay safe."</s>
<\|description\|>Kassandra Keigwan Alias: Mirage Image/Description: Kassy is about 5'6 and rather pudgy, with dark skin and thick, curly white hair. Her eyes are bright orange, with wide pupils. She tends to wear feminine clothing and lots of jewelry, long skirts and a continuous lack of shoes when inside the base. Age: 16 Gender: Female Race: Atlantean Alignment: Hero Mentor: Technically Aquaman but they've never actually trained together, he's more like her sponsor. Skills/Meta Abilities: Illusions - Kassy's most versatile ability is that she can form illusions of all 5 senses. Sight and sound are the easiest for her; tactile illusions a bit more difficult. Smell and taste are possible for Kassy, but she's not very good at them; mostly because those are quite subjective. Her favorite tricks are to make herself invisible and soundless, leaving her able to easily surprise unaware enemies. Her illusions do not work on robots or electronic devices, and most of the time, animals won't be fooled by the sight/smell illusions. The more people she is trying to fool, the weaker the illusions are. Resistance - Kassy has a natural resistance, and in some cases, immunity to other mental attacks. Another illusionist will be ineffective against her, and another mind controller would have to be extremely powerful (and only focused on her) to defeat her. Atlantean Physiology: Due to generations of living under the sea, Atlantean have evolved to breathe underwater and be far superior to any other human. Staff combat – Kassy's magic staff is very durable, and she's learned to use it as a physical weapon. The octopus figure topping it is weighted, and packs a punch. Knife combat – While she would much prefer to stay out of the action, if she has to, Kassy can defend herself with a small hooked fishing knife. Weaknesses: Aquatic form - Kassy has to sleep submerged in water, and has to drink constantly to properly maintain a bipedal form. If she gets dehydrated, she reverts back to what many would call a 'merperson'. Further dehydration would be fatal. While she does drink almost constantly to counteract this weakness, there is no way around this part of her physiology. No Confidence – Kassy is capable of more than she knows. Due to her Atlantean physiology, she is capable of great strength and has superhuman durability as well. However, she doesn't really believe she can do anything spectacular. She is usually convinced she will fail, and punishes herself harshly for not meeting expectations. Controlled Suppression – Some elements of Kassy's power have been blocked off by her own extensive training, due to the dangerous and forbidden aspect. She has the ability to use them, but would have to concentrate or be under severe duress to bring them to the forefront. Equipment: Mage Armor – Kassy's battle dress is magically reinforced to be durable and element resistant, made of the same material that other Atlanteans' suits. It also absorbs water, to keep her cool and hydrated in battle. Elemental Staff – The staff Kassy carries is made of metal with a magical core, and it's covered in various runes. She has elemental spells 'programmed' in, ones that she can use at will to control fire, water, air and earth. There is a figure of an octopus that tops the staff, whose eyes light up to correspond with the running spell. (Kassy has named this figurine Damiek.) *Static Illusion charm – Kassy has a seashell-shaped pendant that she wears when outside of the team quarters. It gives her a human appearance, changing her white hair to black, and her orange eyes to a more human-standard brown. When she's at home with the others, she leaves it off. Personality: Kassandra comes off as initially shy and reserved, an unusual trait for a hero. She keeps to herself. She seems somewhat unconfident in her abilities, despite being vetted just like the others. However, once she warms up to people, she is sweet-hearted and charming, always ready with a smile for others and a kind word. She has a strong sense of justice and will fight for others faster than she will defend herself. Likes: Food, jewelry, music, singing (though she never sings in front of others) Dislikes: extreme heat, being the center of attention, peanuts Backstory: Kassandra was born with a rare type of magic, one that had been systematically expunged from her race's DNA long before she was born. Magic powers over the spirit, the mind, the unconscious - things that couldn't be quite quantified or explained. Many centuries ago, Atlanteans with that kind of power used it to do all sorts of unspeakable things. Rule over others, change their emotions, create forced loyalty or fear, or love. They were called 'sirens'. It took a massive uprising to release them from the sirens' control, but once they did, they took care to try and kill each and every siren they found, whether they had done anything wrong or not. Some survived, burying their power and keeping it hidden, never staying in one place for fear of discovery. Kassy's grandfather could read minds. Her mother could speak to the dead. Kassy herself can cast illusions of all sorts, tricking minds into seeing or hearing things. Her mother and father traveled the planet, never staying in one place for a long time. Her mother took work from those who didn't hate her power, and they lived this way until Kassy was about eight. Her mother's spirit was torn from her body in the middle of a channeling, and despite attempts to keep her vessel alive, her body ceased to live. Her distraught father took young Kassy to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did. Young Kassy grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader and a budding sociopath, and was determined to beat the magic out of her. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Kassy's only solace was in her cousin Leonce, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was her savior many times over. Her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Kassy with him, she declined. Left on her own, Kassy honed her magic in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. All she had to do was make it four more years, and then she would be an adult in the eyes of the law. Unfortunately, four years proved to be too long. Her aunt's attitude got worse, and without her cousin interfering, Kassy felt she was close to snapping. After one particularly rough night, Kassy gathered what she had and left home, determined to find somewhere that she belonged. She swam on and on, only stopping permanently in the massive city of Atlantis. When browsing the market for food, she ran into - and stopped - a robbery attempt with quick use of her magic. Instead of being thankful, the man she helped was terrified. She didn't have time to consider the consequences of using her magic in such a public space, and word spread like squid ink in clear water. She was arrested that same night, and brought to the palace. Although the guards were skeptical of how someone who was still just a girl could be dangerous, Kassy agreed to go, already defeated in spirit and feeling she deserved to be in prison. She spent the night locked up, most of it crying and absolutely certain she'd never see the outside world again. With the new morning came a change in fate. Kassy was fed, bound, and led to an official chamber for sentencing. There she was introduced to no less than the king of Atlantis, Arthur Curry himself. Her immediate thought was that the lifetime in prison she thought she was destined for had been upgraded to an execution. However, the king took pity on her, saying that she had potential – not to be a hindrance, but a hero. They spoke for hours, and by the end of it, Kassy agreed to his offer to be trained as a royal magician. She was given a room, a small stipend, and several tutors. Her skill grew, and her magic flourished. When the King got word of the new Titans team being formed, he volunteered Kassy for it. Kassy still isn't sure she's the right fit.</s> <\|message\|>Koriand'r, or Kory Anders -Starfire- _K'oriandr_ Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks. A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome. Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case! Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals. The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative. Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them. "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.</s> <\|message\|>Ka'van Soeray Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders. For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own. "I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt. Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.</s>	<\|message\|>Kassandra Keigwan Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others. "I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean. Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work. Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator. "I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look. People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.</s>
<\|description\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager The female variant (right). The artist, Moriartea-chan Weapon: Staff Combat Orientation: Magical Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Fire - The embodiment of primordial power. It specializes in both destruction and self-empowerment. A highly offensive element. Secondary: Hand-picked by the players. Your character will have marginally higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Lightning - A variation of Fire element. Whilst Fire element's effects are often rough and unrefined, Lightning put the full power of fire, and direct it in surgical precision. Requires affinity to Fire element. Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Intelligence: Your character starts with increased memory and cognitive ability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Your character starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Prophet: When outside of battle, the energy "Vassa the Prophet" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: Sigil magic: The use of symbolic representations (e.g. glyphs, monograms, pictorial signatures) to practice magic. Such symbols must be inscribed upon a surface and infused with the caster's intent, willpower, and magical energy. The uses are various, though at this tier fairly simple (e.g. barriers, traps, minor wards). This type of magic can be used in the quick, dirty, and rough variant, or in a complex, highly specific, and time consuming manner.</s> <\|message\|>Cythril of Two Minds. "P...pretty?" Cythril said in response to Lisami calling his name that. His ears perked up, he rose to his feet and he scratched his cheek in light embarrassment. He was trying to come up with something to say, but no words came to mind. It didn't seem like the goddess was too bothered by it as She continued to talk shortly after, even without his input. It caused another headache for Cythril, the pain assaulting him shortly after Her mention of the void's wraiths. He had to clutch his head and shut his eyes tightly to not get overwhelmed by the migraine. Flashes of memories assaulted him, taking complete control of him for a moment. He could remember it all. The smell of blood. The impact of the weapon in both his hands slicing through any who stood in his way. The feelings he had at the height of battle, and his hatred for the gods. Cythril wished death unto every last one, an unrelenting paragon and martyr who lead the people in an unholy crusade. But he couldn't remember what he was holding. It was like there was some part of him that's missing, a hazy blur among all the crystal clear stills. He spontaneously stumbled on his feet. Guided by instinct, he backed away a little from Lisami. "What was... am I...?" he muttered, but without being able to find any words to finish the thought. Cythril repeated phrases like it a few times, each with a short break, trying to sort out his memories. All he wanted before entering this garden was a chance, but what chance? Another swing at Lisami? A chance to run away from his own mistakes? Redemption? Cythril looked up at his... enemy. He should be fighting Her. Trying to kill Her... but he couldn't. He didn't feel at ease. The emotions of what he'd done screamed at him to lash out, to spill the goddess' blood. No matter how much it yelled at him, Cythril wouldn't be able to. He no longer had his weapon... and no longer felt the way he had. "I... have changed," he replied. They talked. It was comforting. Cythril felt terrified of Lisami before, but the more She entertained him, the less he felt on edge. It was only a small comfort; his memories kept coming back to nag at him. No matter how much the man tried to take his mind off it, he couldn't ignore these revelations. Even though they were mere flashes, they were undoubtedly real. The cynic inside him screamed not to trust Her, that She had gone mad. Cythril didn't want to listen. Even if his memories are true, the Lisami in front of him is not what the stories painted her to be. What his memories told him She was. The goddess had to excuse herself at some point in their conversation and left the man on his own. Cythril didn't like the sound of the "uninvited guests" she used as the excuse. Without Lisami around, his eyes were drawn to the object he'd noticed before. It was Her 'trophy' buried in the center. He stepped over to it, the handle that stuck out of the floor almost beckoning him. More pain assaulted his head as he got closer. The object was nostalgic. Cythril knew it belonged to him. He slowly started to reach for it in trance-like state, but a sudden rustle snapped him out of it. Cythril glanced over in the direction that said rustle had come from. From the hedgerows. Two figures popped out them. "What are you-?" Cythril never got to finish the question. A shockwave caused the attire of the all the garden's visitors to flutter in a gust of wind. Cythril turned his back to the other two, but still took a few steps in their direction. It put the 'trophy' in front of his face. He glanced at it for a moment, right before his instincts kicked in. Danger. It took him no time at all to crouch down and a keep his head low. Something swooped by and missed him by a hair's breadth. He looked up, scanning for his assailant. It didn't take long to find. A giant dragonfly, twice the size of a person. It wasn't looking at him. It didn't even seem to register him. The bug's beady eyes were transfixed on the two females that had entered the domain. Protecting it from trespassers. 'I don't need to do anything here,' Cythril thought. He could just let the two of them deal with this. He ignored the commotion, turning his eyes back to the object. 'I don't need to, but...' his thoughts trailed off again. No. This wasn't right. He still hadn't made sense of those memories. He needed to draw it out. That extension of himself. It was the only way. Cythril stepped closer. He wrapped both his hands around the shaft. A pain first assaulted his hands, then his arms. It started as a light shock, then bony tendrils sprouted from the object to stab into Cythril's skin. Was it testing him? Were they trying to repel him? He didn't care about those questions. This object was his. Damned be that a nobody resigns themselves to nothing. With a mighty heave, Cythril pulled out his very own Excalibur. That said, it was no sword. The long, wooden shaft ending in a curved blade... it could only have been a farmer's scythe. No ordinary weapon, just a tool. A blade meant for reaping wheat. That's all he had, once. The one thing he'd been able to get his hands on. In order to defend himself... to rage war against the gods. It felt right in Cythril's hands. It made him feel tingly, nostalgic. With his scythe in hand, he could feel a hint of the arcane flowing through him. It wasn't much, but it was familiar. Cythril once used spells and techniques. Now, he'd use them again. He turned back to the dragonfly, gauging its behaviour relative to the two newcomers. His scythe was crying for blood. It wanted to revolt, to lash out against something. Thousands of voices all gathered in his head, crying out in a singular purpose: Battle. Cythril could ignore himself no longer. The arcane magic that ran through his body began to flow into the wooden handle of his scythe. It all gathered on the edge of its blade, and as it did, Cythril dashed off to the side. He wanted to find the opportunity for a clean shot at the unaware foe. The magic coursing through his weapon first formed to coat the blade in raging flames, then those flames quickly morphed into the crackling of electricity. Cythril spun his body around to slash the air with his scythe, sending a bolt of lightning crashing straight toward the oversized insect. Unfortunately for him, not only was he was clumsier with his weapon than he had been, but the insect had also caught on. It moved to the side, Cythril's lightning harmlessly striking one of the walls. The situation started looking bad now that he'd lost the element of surprise. Even if there was distance between the two of them and even if it was three-on-one, this dragonfly was nimble and quick to react. Cythril didn't have time to charge another spell, so he brought his scythe up closer. He needed to reposition, but his first worry was to dodge any counter-attack his self-made adversary would launch.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s>	<\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s>
<\|description\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Appearance: Zeyruun stands at 6'2, most of his height comes from his legs. He has broad shoulders that naturally hang back, puffing out his chest. His deep brown eyes compliment his dark tanned skin. Zeyrrun is bald but should he let his hair grow out it would be a curly mess that would grow upwards as opposed to down. His body physique looks toned from excersize, his muscles slender yet prominent. Besides his otherwise bald body he was created with an extended goatee that reaches up to the lobes of his ears. On the back of Zeyruun's right hand you will find the Crest of the keeper. The crest of the keeper is a circular sun with small angular rays coming from it inside of a square made of tiny interlocking rings. In the very center of the sun is four thick dots. Weapon: War Hammer Combat Orientation: Physical Element: Primary: Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Secondary: Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize Zeyruun's weapon of choice at will - Superior Strength: Zeyruun starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Zeyruun starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Avenger: When outside of battle, the energy "Flau the Avenger" exudes will repair the damages done to Zeyruun's body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: -Verum Spatium: Zeyruun's words are imbued with his will, making others compelled to tell him the truth. Blatant lies leaves them feeling a sense of foreboding emptiness. -Fortis Crimen: Zeyruun uses the strength of his defence to his advantage. Charging hammer first in a straight line knocking over or stumbling most enemies. -Malleus Contritio: Zeyruun channels his strength into a mighty jump, leaping high into the Air. He then comes down with his hammer in a brutal blow.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s>	<\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke. Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in... Stop It! You're in Battle! Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity. Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.</s>
<\|description\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Appearance: Zeyruun stands at 6'2, most of his height comes from his legs. He has broad shoulders that naturally hang back, puffing out his chest. His deep brown eyes compliment his dark tanned skin. Zeyrrun is bald but should he let his hair grow out it would be a curly mess that would grow upwards as opposed to down. His body physique looks toned from excersize, his muscles slender yet prominent. Besides his otherwise bald body he was created with an extended goatee that reaches up to the lobes of his ears. On the back of Zeyruun's right hand you will find the Crest of the keeper. The crest of the keeper is a circular sun with small angular rays coming from it inside of a square made of tiny interlocking rings. In the very center of the sun is four thick dots. Weapon: War Hammer Combat Orientation: Physical Element: Primary: Light - Having an all-embracing property, it specializes on wide-spread effects, be it healing or damaging. A very well-balanced element in terms of offense-defense-support spell / skill availability. Secondary: Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize Zeyruun's weapon of choice at will - Superior Strength: Zeyruun starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Willpower: Zeyruun starts with increased mental fortitude and resistance to magic, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Avenger: When outside of battle, the energy "Flau the Avenger" exudes will repair the damages done to Zeyruun's body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: -Verum Spatium: Zeyruun's words are imbued with his will, making others compelled to tell him the truth. Blatant lies leaves them feeling a sense of foreboding emptiness. -Fortis Crimen: Zeyruun uses the strength of his defence to his advantage. Charging hammer first in a straight line knocking over or stumbling most enemies. -Malleus Contritio: Zeyruun channels his strength into a mighty jump, leaping high into the Air. He then comes down with his hammer in a brutal blow.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera grit her teeth as she continued powering the spell, restraining the dragonfly. Sweat beaded on her brow and the nape of her neck as she watched the monster struggling. Thankfully, one of the other strangers took her cue, and sprinted at the insect, yelling that she got it. Alnaera didn't quite know why the green-haired female had chosen to attack from close up with a bow, but the resulting thwack was impressive enough that she nodded in satisfaction. After one of the creature's eyes got destroyed, however, the flying menace broke free and was more enraged then ever. Alnaera dropped into a crouch, bracing against her staff as she prepared to defend. It was mainly by chance that she still had the other female within sight. The archer was struggling with the gunk sticking to her. As such, she had no way of seeing or avoiding the attack their opponent was preparing for. Muttering a low curse, the horned mage dashed in front of her, sweeping her staff wide once she skittered to a stop. Light and dark comingled, and a transparent yellowish rectangle appeared floating before the females while a shadowy smog rolled up to their waists, protectively undulating against them. The defense had been put up just in time, however the hastiness of its construction proved to be its undoing. The wind slices struck at the thin shield, cracking then breaking it apart. The dark grey tendrils rose to eat up the rest of the attack, but slowly, and as a result only managed to shave it down a bit. As such, the leftover force of the attack bit into Alnaera, resulting in two long, though relatively shallow cuts. The mage hissed at the damage to her left hip and right shoulder. Still, it was lesser than it would have been without the barrier. She was thankful that the insect hadn't chosen to physically ram them, which is what she assumed it was about to do to the archer. She was about to dish out as good as she got, the wolf-man started a dance of blade and magic, using the opportunity to greatly damage the dragonfly. Alnaera kept track of his progress while she healed herself, an ordeal which left her pleasantly warm and even slightly energized. Then, using her remaining reserves, she began channeling energy up into the sky, slowly constructing a lightning cloud. The very moment the scythe-bearing male finished with his part, she directed the gathered forces towards a purpose. Lances of sparking blue crashed down into the dragonfly, spearing and shocking it – and only it. The ground directly underneath it and perhaps half a meter around it was charred, but the rest of the surroundings (and more importantly, her provisionary allies) were left unaffected. Alnaera was left panting with the effort that had taken. Surely, that was it for the creature? If it recovered, or if more came…it didn't bear thinking about.</s> <\|message\|>Akshay Daŭra, "The Shade" (Sorry for the wait!) [@LukasVolkov @Undying Curiosity With the adrenaline of finding his name still thrumming in his blood, Akshay was quick to respond. He swung his shield into the path of the dagger just in time, the resounding clang echoing through the garden - but before he could come up with a more offensive countermeasure, their attacker was gone again and his vision was full of smoke. Damn. What he did glean from that split second, however, was useful enough. "Long coat, long hair, no helm," he muttered over his shoulder, hoping his 'partner' was still close enough to hear. "Cunning, it seems. Be on your guard." Hopefully these slivers of information would be useful, but until then, what could he do? ...Ah, now he remembered. Akshay held his shield steady and expanded his senses a little more. With a little focus, he was sure his blindsight would find her. He just needed to focus. "Buy me some time," he added, even more quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf My eyes widened at the bold but ultimately foolish move. Who wields a hammer in such a way? I used my momentum to slid on the ground, nearly missing having my skull bashed to bone by the hammer. Instead it thudded against my shoulder. Despite the odd use, the power behind the strike was no joke. My shoulder felt as though ripped from the socket, but better that than my skull crushed like a grape. I hissed as the force nearly sent me sprawling and I ran past him. A plume of smoke erupted in my wake blanketing the hammer wielding warrior as I carried onward, toward his now defenseless companion, who now stood alone. Best p[art was their back was exposed. My mouth watered and my hand tightened around my dagger. An ominous shadow flowing from the blade like smoke from dying embers. My eyes focused on his right side, a vulnerable spot. Kidney perhaps, my mind whispered. I grinned and lunged, intent to sink all nine inches of shadowed steel into my unwary prey. @Undying Curiosity</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun felt a shock run through his palms as his hammer collided with something in the smoke. He positive it wasn't Akshay and he wasn't quite close enough to hit the gazebo where the deities sat. It could only mean his attack landed true, but the way his hammer continued moving after the impact it was almost like it bounced off. It wasn't a direct hit, but they must've felt it at least, Zeyruun thought as he stood in the smoke. He didn't catch a glimpse of the long hair or the coat that Akshay mentioned, his vision was simply too obscured. Zeyruun had to really think about this fight. He was battling an enemy that could create their own advantageous environment, Zeyruun could feel a magic course through his body but he didn't know if he could put it to practical use. The power, the raw unrefined power, felt bright and comforting in his being. Letting it out could just make him an easier target to attack, a bright light in a cloud of smoke? Not a good idea. Think. Think. Think! An idea formed in his mind. In the heat of the moment, he couldn't predict the outcome or the repercussions, but he had to give it a try. Zeyruun placed the hammer in both his hands, gripping the shaft tightly. He squatted down and prepared to jump. He sat there, knees bent, for a few moments, trying to gather the rampaging light within himself and harness it. It was easier than it seemed, it felt so natural to manipulate the power. He did what he could to channel the power into his legs, making the skin around his thighs to grow taut from his straining muscles. With an explosive release, Zeyruun jumped into the air soaring up to a grand 15 meters. The sudden release of his power towards the ground, which propelled him upwards, created a flash of light that disappeared in a second. The wave of energy that left his feet grew outwards along the ground, pushing the smoke away in a radius. Not enough! The smoke only cleared about a meter or two away from him, not nearly enough to reveal the enemy or even Akshay for that matter. Hopefully, this next part would change things up a bit. Zeyruun hung in the air for what felt like forever, hanging just beyond the plume below. He eventually began to fall to the ground. He raised his hammer over his head, and plummeted downwards towards a ground he couldn't see. As he fell he closed his eyes and tried to discern his height. once only a meter above the ground and slammed his hammer downwards onto the ground, sending out a shockwave. The shockwave didn't dissipate the smoke as he wanted, it had more of an effect on the ground, sending out a brutal tremor in all directions. this attack hadn't cleared out the smoke as he wanted, but the effect could still work for him, hopefully it throws their attacker off balance. With one attack of his landing but not a direct hit and this tremor he sent out, the fear of fighting an enemy he couldn't see didn't seem so tough. Now, Zeyruun just needed to get back to Akshay who may or may not have been affected by the tremor as well.</s> <\|message\|>Akshay Daŭra, "The Shade" Curiosity @LukasVolkov At the shockwave that spread from Zeyruun's hammer-pound, Akshay found himself forced forwards, staggering a couple of steps. A flash of anger spread through him for a moment - but it was quickly snuffed out. They were strangers. Of course they didn't hold together like a woven rope - these things took time, right? He wobbled, vulnerable, and had to swing his shield up and out of the way to counterbalance. His adversary didn't respond to goading, and he wasn't fast enough to track her the usual way, which meant he had few options. Akshay called on a sense he hadn't so much as touched since the god-war went on, and the form of his enemy lit up in his eyes like a sparkler... slightly too late. He saw her coming, but despite his best effort to get out of the way, he hadn't left himself enough time to dodge completely. Lykantha's dagger slashed a deep gouge in his side, and Akshay let out a snarl of pain - even as his hand grasped tight around her wrist, pinning her in place and hopefully preventing her from dodging back into the smoke. She'd landed a dangerous injury that he'd be paying for very soon, but Akshay trusted that his "partner" would take advantage of the moment and do something to deal with her.</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf Lykantha saw blood splatter and flow from the wound she'd caused. A thrill ran through her at the sight of blood, staunched just barely be being grabbed. The grip around her wrist was like iron chains binding her in place. The shockwave forced her to stumble, combined with the grip around her wrist she stumbled. But it afforded her an opportunity. She slid onto her back and twisted her herself. Her wrist burned in protest but she ignored it. She dropped her dagger, decently snatching it from the air with her other hand. This all occurred in the span of a breath before she made to slam the dagger's all nine inches into Akshay's belly and rip down. She'd gut one of them before night's end if she was to fall tonight. @Undying Curiosity</s>	<\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. When Zeyruun landed he waited patiently for the sound of fumbled footsteps but instead heard something much much worse. The sound of wrapping noises like that of moving clothes followed by a muffled outcry. Zeyruun could almost feel the pain emanating from the noise, a noise that he knew came from Akshay. Dammnit! He thought, furious at his foolish attempt to disperse the smoke. I must've made it harder for him. Damnit! Zeyruun gripped his Large hammer and strode through the smoke towards the noise. Using his eyes to guide him was futile but he insisted on keeping them open in case something came within range. The wrapping noise continued growing louder as he grew closer and closer to Akshay, or at least who he thought was Akshay. There they were, nearly a few feet in front of him, fighting. Akshay with a strong grip on the assailant and the attacker moving with profound dexterity into another position to strike. Zeyruun's blunder would be redeemed here if he were to land a direct hit on the attacker this time. Akshay gave him a perfect shot, he wouldn't need to rely so much on accuracy this time, instead, he could focus on pushing out as much power as he could. Zeyuun skipped into a power stance while raising his hammer above his right shoulder. His hands slid together, joining at the bottom of the shaft. The perfect hit... Zeyruun raised his leg, his knee lifting up nearly as high as his chest. Zeyruun then dropped his foot forward and down, landing between him and the Attacker. His stomping leg shifted his entire weight forward and with using the moment of the stomp he swung his mighty hammer, throwing his entire weight behind the blow. The head of the hammer came whizzing down from above his shoulder, striking through the air on a direct trajectory to the upper ribs of the dagger wielder. The attacker was throwing a stab at Akshay, clearly intent on incapacitating for good. Zeyruun prayed to the light that his hammer lands before her dagger.</s>
<\|description\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle. Weapon: Bow and Arrows Combat Orientation: Balanced Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell. Secondary: Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: - Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. The Seeker reluctantly followed the skeletal being. He who was their enemy. Their efforts to escape the darkness had been replaced with the desire to kill the darkness, this darkness took the form of some sort of astral skeletal being. Unfortunately for the seeker the being was much more powerful than they had imagined. With a quick turn of events, the seeker was lead to a grand place where the skeletal being sat with another seemingly deific being, they knew within their heart just who these two beings were. He felt as if he knew who they were but he struggled to come up with a specific name for them, he lingered in his thoughts. Releasing his focus on what was happening around him and dived into his mind. It was the first time he had a moment to think about things and for some reason his mind kept coming back to a name. This name, 'his name, had not just appeared. It appeared moments after trying to save someone, but everything was moving so fast...nothing like his time in the abyss. In the abyss, events happened but he could never discern the order in which they happened but in this world of light things happened one at a time and then they moved on. How am I supposed to register all of this? he stood looking at the two in the gazebo. Let's go over what happened...His mind spoke clear to him while the sounds around him drowned into a muffled roar. I was in the darkness. I tried to save someone. I am in the light. My name, I know, is Zeyruun. I attacked-. He thought process was cut short as it wanted to linger on that last thought. He didnt want to think of anything else at the moment. Zeyruun... Zeyruun had a body. It had grown around him, cocooning him in its embrace. He didn't feel like he had time to dwell on his transcendence at that moment, at the time he needed to kill darkness. However, he remembers the event vividly. Bones sprouted out from his being, muscles and sinew latched onto the bones seconds later. Skin encased the new body in its entirety, a dark tan colour. His body felt tall, he felt this was especially true when standing in the beautiful garden with the other abyss dweller whom he tried saving. His body had no hair on the head, but it had hair over his chest...no, it wasn't hair and it wasn't coming from his chest. It was on his chest. A shirt, another peice of clothing hanging on his legs aswell. It was all very weird and surreal what was happening before him. To his left Zeyruun could see the other one, the one like him, coming into a body of his own, likely he came into a name aswell. He spared a glance at him, Zeyruun felt something towards this one, understanding? Relief? Fellowship? It was hard to fully grasp how he felt but at the very least he didnt feel bad. Zeyruun felt he must have looked the same way as the being beside him when he himself came into his body, surprise and confused followed by an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort. Zeyruun forced himself out of his thoughts and moved to the gazebo a step or two behind the other one. Something told Zeyruun to wait and listen, the other one seemed to speak freely and naturally, but Zeyruun didn't know what to say. He just stood there solid in posture, waiting for the two deific beings to explain things to him.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Channeling my energy into the shadow-bound being worked; I felt an answering hum vibrate throughout my body. Memories of a story, part of my former knowledge began playing out in my head. It was thrilling at first; finally, I was recovering what should be mine. This was part of what I have forgotten, and it felt right to have it returned to me. However, I was not used to such an overwhelming assault of information, and soon I was screaming, clutching at my head, violently shuddering. It was as if I were experiencing several vivid dreams – painful nightmares? – all at once, the only reprieve the possibility of falling unconscious. However, I did not faint; the barrage of visions did not allow me to do so and nor did I truly wish to miss this. I gritted my teeth against the pain, enduring. Even when my own flames engulfed me, from within and without, I weathered the agony. "Oh, this…is," I muttered. I recognized that what I had seen was my world. It was where I belonged. The pain and the flames abated, and I fell to the floor, breath laboured. The air had never tasted sweeter, though the sweat clung to me, uncomfortably sticky. Wait, sweat? I queried myself. Was I not a being of shadow, unaffected by such mundane concerns? I looked down at myself, and saw the surprising changes. I was not made of darkness, after all. Perhaps I should have realized how odd it was to possess such a distinctly material staff while I myself was such a vague existence. Robes adorned my body, and I blinked at the curved chest and hip area. Female, I recalled. The little glimpse of flesh I saw wrapped around my palms was mocha with an undertone of gray, and somehow, I knew that so was the rest of me. I patted my face, my mouth, my sharp teeth, the short black hair upon my head, and the pair of horns curling forward from it. "Alnaera! I am Alnaera!" I exclaimed, exhilarated. This was my name. My name. I couldn't have suppressed the beaming smile even had I wanted to. When I turned to the creature I had released, fires were raging, tall and wide. Within it were piles of unburning scriptures. I identified the entity in front of me as one of the Pillars. It spoke to me, introducing itself, and I nodded in response. "Yes," I stated, unhesitatingly. I did not truly know whether I had mastery over such a being as this, but why refuse its offer? "Who are you to me, then? A servant? A follower? An assistant or an informant?" I queried it in return.</s> <\|message\|>Cythril of Two Minds. The nobody's mystery woman seemed shocked at the greeting, even asked if they were not afraid, which... sure made them regret not hightailing it first chance they got. 'Maybe the smile didn't work,' they thought. Said thought stuck for a second. The nobody hadn't stopped to take a moment to ponder it themselves, but... they didn't even know what they looked like. If they even had a face to smile with. What... what was the nobody? "Well, I guess it's refreshing to meet someone who does not have a meltdown over a simple 'hello'," were the words to snap the nobody back to reality, or whatever was meant to pass for it. Seems like not bolting was the right choice after all. 'Oh yeah, smooth sailing now,' they briefly thought to themselves as they watched the lady wave her hand. Maybe not knowing the reality of your existence isn't so bad if you can hang out with a total babe like- Lisami. It hurt. That name hurt so much. The pain assaulted the nobody as suddenly as it was mentioned, their 'body' freezing stiff for a moment. From an outsider's perspective, nothing too gruesome was happening. However, what it felt like was different. Not only did the pain of memories flooding into the nobody's- no, their name was Cythril. The memories contained it. Cythril's mind. Lisami. Cythril. Goddess. Balance. EndingsOmegaworldVoidfoxspiritpreservethecreationof Bones snapped into place, the back shot out three different ways, limbs were growing and coiling around themselves, hair shooting out like needles. No screaming. There wasn't a voice left to scream with as their lungs choked on themselves. Ran out of air to breathe outwards. Out of noise to make. Blood started to circulate aggressively through the veins of this newfound body, feeling the heat it lacked finally land through a burning sensation akin to fire and brimstone. It subsided. The result of this hellish experience was a man, lying down in the grass. He barely had the time to ponder the ticklish feelings of the moist blades rubbing against his skin. He pushed himself up, looking down at his hands. Unlike before, he could see them with clarity. Not just the hands, but the white sleeves lazily hanging down below them too. Wind brushed against his face, blowing through his hair. A few strands of blurry gray waved themselves in front of his eyes. That breeze did more than just that, though. It brushed against his ears, perched on top of the head rather than to the side. Tickled the fuzz inside. Ruffled the hairs around the back. The last thing of note was the tail swaying gently side-to-side. That's right. This was his body. The goddess asked for his name. "Ah... of course, my name is Cythril, milady." He stood there, blinking for a brief moment. Then Cythril remembered who she was. He quickly bowed down after that. "D-d'oh, err, I ah, I apologise for my rudeness, I erm, uh, your humble servant is at, d'ah, your service?"</s> <\|message\|>Lykantha, The Ashen Wolf It was finally time. My mind raged against its confines to leave this cold place. My body was my own and I could feel the power coursing through me. A fragment of who I once was, was meant to be perhaps? I didn't really care about the distinction. "Let us fight with tooth and nail then, Val." With the flick of my wrist and an expression of my newfound power I summoned my dagger to my hand. Gazing upon my sole weapon I couldn't help but wonder whose blood they would taste together. "What horrors we must face I'm ready."</s>	<\|message\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph With a touch of Olas' talons, a mark wrote itself upon the shadow's forehead. A sigil of a owl diving from the skies, wings stretched in sharp, sweeping lines shone brightly as powerful funnels of wind whipped up around the Puppet. Wind, undefined, untenable yet with perfect focus carved form and definition into the shadows that the Puppet took for a body. Skin and sinew emerged from below the surface, with a pinkish tint as blood poured into the veins. Oh, and a plenty of green hair that slapped the Puppet's face as the tornado that surrounded it died down. No, 'it' wasn't the proper pronoun was it? Not anymore, as the shadows left a parting gift of an evanescent memory, a dying scrap that the Puppet now held unto. "Gael." She said. She repeated the foreign word, now familiar. "Gael, huh." 'Gael' furrowed her brow. "Wait, Gael?! As in gale? Gale Gael?" She looked accusingly toward Olas, trying to find someone to pin the blame for the sheer lack of originality. Then again, he didn't know her before she met him either. Figures. Maybe her past self (if she had one), had a terrible sense of humor or had terrible luck. The common denominator being 'terrible'. But well, Gael, with all its dramatic irony, was short and simple. She bargained there was some virtue in that. "Gael it is." She said, puffing away strands of hair that still clung to her face. Gael took note of her body, at first getting weirded out by the amount of sensations that now flowed from the more receptive skin, but merrily spinning about as her mind understood how to tune them out. She was clothed, thankfully, with a tidily sewn short tunic. It was lined with pragmatic straps of leather that gave the clothes sturdiness against duress, studded with stubby tacks that held pouches and rings for clips together. The inside was lined with furs and feathers to help keep warm (which was immediately useful against the wind she could now feel much more sharply), along with a slightly weighted hood. There were basic patterns that seemed like they were kneaded and inscribed by hand, making basic shapes of flowers and geometry. The matching set of breeches had a hole at the back to let her tail, roughly pruned, to waver behind. Whoever made it was clearly an amateur that poured in way too much effort, but Gael at least appreciated the thought. The owl sigil that was imprinted in her boots and fingerless gloves were given especially intense detail, however, with even the details of the feathers stamped out. Her actual body was thin but toned with muscles, the kind that came not through training, but consistent habit. There were a few minor scratches here and there, perhaps from fights against struggling wildlife, but besides those, Gael's tanned skin was intact. Her hair reached the length of her tunic, or would have, if it was left to flow instead of being tied up in a pragmatic bun. Her pointy ears, attentively twitching, was sitting squarely on top of her head. And the best part - she wasn't missing any limbs! Well, she probably should have expected that, but considering how fast she cut herself with the arrow back in the void, she wasn't leaving any guesses up. Gael pulled and stretched her face, puffing up her cheeks and sticking out her tongue, testing her face's functions. She did find out that eyelids weren't supposed to be pulled out that far, though. Gael realized the two moons that watched her from above, and beamed back at the owl king. She was pretty impartial at first, especially with her remarkably unremarkable name - but man, she did look pretty sweet with all this gear. "Well, now I certainly look the part, don't I?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle. Weapon: Bow and Arrows Combat Orientation: Balanced Element: Primary: Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell. Secondary: Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking. Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell. Skills: Innate: - Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will - Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time. Tier 1: - Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats - Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.</s> <\|message\|>Huladuras, Rejector of All. Huladuras stood before a mighty beast now, seemingly having just finished with another less fortunate soul than himself. But, rather than listen to the creature, Huladuras simply looked down at himself, extending his free, left hand forwards to inspect it. It was marked by flame and ash, scorch and burn, and so was the rest of his body, only covered by a thin loincloth that covered his privates. Then, he looked right, up and down the shaft of the polearm, inspecting it, and then turning it sideways in his hand, gripping it with two hands. Finally his eyes gazed upon the minotaur king before him. "I am Huladuras," he stated, letting his foot drag backwards through the dirt of the colloseum, entering a fighting position. "And I am no prodigal son." Without any further warning he rushed forwards, the polearm swinging back before he sent it hurtling forwards towards the minotaur, swinging the hammer at it's face. Of course, Huladuras had not seen how the minotaur crushed the former 'prodigal son' and so needed to find out just what this beast was capable of. In the off chance that the minotaur dodged the attack -- or even better, it hit -- he would swing the polearm back the way it had come from, in reverse, trying to hack the pick into the minotaurs head. Of course, there was no guarantee that this would work. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.</s> <\|message\|>Alnaera, The Arcane Voyager Alnaera raised a questioning brow at the Pillar. "So, we've worked together before," she deduced. "Well, that's good to know you're reliable," she stated, and offered Vassa a pleased smirk. The entity's scriptures finally burned out, the remaining sparks flying to her staff. The horned female received a significant power boost, and she suddenly felt rather full, but content. Her whole being buzzed with power, and the natural high had her grinning widely. She did not have the chance to indulge or contemplate her regained abilities for long, however. A thrum of something absolute resounded within the very fabric of reality, and Vassa's prompt only confirmed Alnaera's inklings as to what it signified. "Yes…I recall," she murmured. "Lead me to her," she ordered with a sharp nod. As she was led through the vast landscape, Alnaera considered the situation. One Goddess had been ended – or rather, had ended herself – and another had gone mad. Was the solution to bring down Lisami, then? But how would such a thing be accomplished? Bargaining, perhaps? Attempting to restore the balance? What's the supposed Equalizer doing, even? Damned Leshura… She didn't have the answer, but perhaps simply meeting the Goddess would open up new possibilities. Before long, she came up to a hedge, and after forcing her way through it, found herself in a garden. But she was not alone; there were two other strangers there – a green-haired, pointy-eared female and a wolf-eared, gray-maned male. Alnaera blinked at the duo. Before she could ask who they were or what was going on, an obnoxious buzzing distracted her. It was just as well that it did, for its source was an enormous dragonfly getting ready to strike. She barely ducked in time, and saw that so did the two strangers. Alnaera sent a fireball at the insect, which it easily avoided. The male, after recovering a weapon which had been buried in the garden, fared no better with his lightning strike. The Arcane Voyager narrowed her eyes at the enemy, observing it for a moment. She quickly concluded that its moments would need to be restricted. She waited till the dragonfly showed signs of swooping once again, readying a counter-strike. Channeling her innate energy through her staff, Alnaera unleashed several tendrils of darkness through the tip of her weapon at the approaching insect. The shadowy coils stretched upwards, wrapping around the enemy one by one. They did not harm it; that was not their purpose. Rather, its wings would be confined for a moment. Unfortunately, she could not reel the huge thing in, and as it struggled in her hold, Alnaera was in danger of getting lifted off the ground. She swiftly utilized the bottom of her staff to gouge the earth's surface, drawing a quick but crude anchor symbol upon it. Then she slammed the top of the staff onto the drawn circle (representing the head of the anchor), and transferred the already existent chain of darkness upon it. This freed her from the physical part of the struggle against the creature, though she still had to continuously power her spell and sigil, neither of which would hold for long. As much as it frustrated her to do so, she had to rely on the strangers for help. "Now!" she roared, then quickly added a hissed, "hurry and attack it!"</s> <\|message\|>Zeyruun, The Sliver of Radiance. Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke. Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in... Stop It! You're in Battle! Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity. Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.</s>	<\|message\|>Gael, the Unwilt Epitaph That doesn't sound cryptic at all. Gael thought as she waved her goodbye to Olas. Out of politeness, Gael withheld her tongue at the brief hint of recognition in Olas' eyes. Had they met before? And why did Gael feel so uneasy leaving Olas behind in the woods? Gael's mind was a frustratingly cryptic and stubborn, seemingly dropping occassional hints from a broth of confusing rememberance like a drunk storyteller. Deciding that overthinking about her past was not her forte, she marched through the woods. It wasn't long before she was stumbling through a thicket and out into a clearing with...two other entities? They were both humanoid like herself and each wielding a weapon of their own. One horned, the other with a wolf's ears and tail. Gael wasn't sure what her ears and tail were from, since her examination concluded little more than that they were pointy and heard far more noise than Gael cared to pay attention to. Her best guesses were cat or fox, both meaning that the man with the wolf's ears was not 'her race' per se. Neither of them looked particularily hostile, and they looked just as surprised as she was to discover each other, which was a good sign. Perhaps they could point her to where this puppy was, or whatever that was supposed to represent. "Hey! Any of you seen a puppy somewhere-" Gael started before being cut off by a giant insect that screamed past just a hair length above her ears, before circling tightly above their heads. Her ears rang from the buzz, the extra sensitive ears aching from the sudden noise. Rude. She thought, as she properly identified the assaultor. A dragonfly, about 5 meters long and 1 meter wide, with angry clicking mandibles and eyes that seemed like it could use some arrows through it. It didn't look like a puppy for sure - but considering how riddles often twisted its subject and iconography, Gael wasn't crossing out anything. The two strangers did seem to have the same idea, flinging bolts of fire and lightning against the dragonfly, which responded by quick aerial dives and maneauvers. Close, but they were missing their mark. The bigger plus side though, was the confirmation that at least for now, she wasn't going to be jumped on by the either of them. Gael attentively tracked the dragonfly, careful not to let her own bolts loose too fast. It was clear that this foe was gonna need some more thinking. And that thinking came in the form of dark chains that wrapped itself around the insect as it was diving back down, anchoring it to the ground. No time to be impressed, though! "Got it!" Gael replied to the call for help from the staff wielding woman as she moved in, bow ready. Instead of knocking an arrow, however, the ranger rounded to face the confined insect, holding her longbow by the limb with both hands like a club above her head. "Sit!" She brought down the bow with all the fury of a grumpy huntress who didn't want to spend her first concious hours fighting an annoying flying insect, giving a satisfying thwack and a squelch as the bow cracked through one of its bulging eyes and brought up thick green blood. The dragonfly gave an insect analogue of a pained howl, crashing into the ground from the attack. Losing little time, she raised a fist to punch out the other eye and completely blind the insect. The bug screeched in pain and skittered back to flight, batting Gael away with its giant wings. Tch - she should have gone for the wings! But even as it struggled at the last vestiges of the chains, the insect was noticeably swaying and unable to steer itself properly.</s>
<\|description\|>Pax Triston Nickames Bookworm, Bastard, Wimp, etc. No friendly nicknames that's for sure. Age 17 Gender Pax is biologically male. They don't feel male but they don't feel female either. They prefear gender neutral pronouns but will answer to he/him. They also had grown use to male culture roles. How did they get onto the Officer Programme? Pax got in via their noble father making a sizable donation to the academy just to get rid of his illegitimate child Prefered Weapon As the child of a noble Pax was trained in all manner of weapons from a young age. They do not have a preference as they are just about as equally bad at all of them. They can hold their own with a sword as well as a spear, but still tend to lose. It's a good thing they have never had to actually fight for their life. Long range weapons shouldn't even be mentioned. Their aim is dismal. Pax is surprisingly good at hand to hand combat and learned how to fight dirty. They don't advertise that fact. Appearance Details Pax is tall (5"11') and slender (more like gangly) with hair so blond it is almost white and eyes a grey color light enough that people mistake them for having no color. Given the fact that they have pale skin Pax seems almost completely colorless. They tend to dress in clothes that completely hide their slight frame. They don't sleep enough and is plainly evident by the bags under their eyes. Their hands always have some sort of ink stains on their hands. Their hair is in a constant state of disarray and the length depends on how recently their mother had forced them to get a haircut. It ranges from chin length to shoulder length. They have been described as "stereotypically scholarly." They have no tattoos, but their right earlobe is pierced with a small hanging grey pearl with silver accents. This marks them as a member of the Noble Family of Coastal Cliffs of the Kingdom of Rockveil. They have always been interested in makeup but only dares to apply a thin line of kohl eyeliner on their waterline when they dare to wear it. Personality Traits Pax is quiet and non-confrontational. They tend to disappear into the background as they are overshadowed by their more vibrant siblings. They are easily bullied and avoid social interactions as a result. They do their best to appear small then they are by hunching their shoulders in order to disappear into their clothes. They are often passed over by people and that's the way they prefer it. They rarely show any emotion outside of near silence. The only time this is different is when they are in their study or in the library. Pax tends become loud and passionate when talking about their passion for history and languages. When they have found something new to study, they pour themselves into the work and studies; so much so that they tend to forget to eat and sleep. They are the black sheep of their social butterfly family for more than one reason. Biography Pax is the third Child of Lord Markus Triston of the Coastal Cliffs' four children. Pax is also the second male child and the only child not born to Anna, the Lady of Coastal Cliffs. The scandal shook the both the royal court and the estate of Coastal Cliffs. By order of King Peter of the kingdom Rockveil, Markus took the child into his household. To her credit Lady Anna did her best to raise the child as the noble their heritage dictated, they were. However, Pax was living proof of her husband's infidelity. She formed no emotional connection to the child, and in order to regain his wife's affection Lord Markus did not either. Pax was smaller than his older brother, Erick, and that made them an easy target for bullying. It did not help that Pax showed no interesting in swordsmanship, horse riding, hunting, or other traditionally athletic activities connected to males. They showed a similar disinterest to traditional female activities. Pax only ever cared about their studies. Given the fact that the noble of Coastal Cliffs consisted mainly of people interested in the welfare of the estate and the intricates of court Pax is very much an oddity; not only in his family but the entirety of Coastal Cliffs, and Rockveil. Finally, in a desperate attempt to do something with his illegitimate child, Lord Markus sent Pax to Estermere Academy. King Peter has his own reasons for approving this. Misc. Their color code is #6a6a7c Pax has the ability to See things they shouldn't be able to know. Most of the times it is something about the present such as the weather half a continent away or some bit of knowledge about a person that person wishes to keep hidden. Occasionally they see truths about the past such as what has happened in a room they just entered a hundred years ago or who murdered someone. So rare it has only happened once or twice they see the future. It was how they were in the right place to warn of the pirates attack that one summer and the barn fire five winters later. They have no control over this and desperately tries to keep it a secret thought they have a few reasons to think that their mother had a similar gift and that King Peter knows. Coastal Cliffs is the land on the southeastern coast of the kingdom of Rockveil. Its economy is mostly based on fishing and sea-based merchants. They have the traditional charge of keeping Rockveil safe form pirates. It is not the easiest place to land and it is mostly sheer cliffs. Triston Keep is at the center of Marvel, the port city in the one natural harbor that was transformed into a bustling center of trade.</s> <\|message\|>Avery Harper Avery Harper, wizardly urchin, spent most of her trip to the illustrious Estermere Academy grinning like an idiot. She'd been on it once before, of course, sent up into the mountains on a wagon to try her hand at Estermere's admissions test. But this was a trip that took weeks, with a whole lot of the wider world to behold, so there was still plenty of gawking to do along the way at plants and animals and people she hadn't noticed on the first round-trip. Besides, during that first journey she'd been too worried about the upcoming examination to pay much attention -- and now there were all sorts of new and exciting things to worry about. Anxieties aside, though: wow! Avery could still barely believe the whirlwind of events that had led her onto this path. She had wondered more than once if it was an especially elaborate hallucination, but no, this was the reality of her situation. Avery Harper: tactician. Avery Harper: leader of men. Avery Harper: who used to swipe copper pieces from drunks to buy heels of stale bread. That was magic for you. At times she wondered who she was meant to be becoming an officer for in the first place: certainly not the good city of Rhyl, the goodwill of whose lazy patrol guards she'd worn out long ago. In addition to paying for her carriage, to prepare her for the trip, Avery had been saddled by the mages' guild with probably more books than she could carry -- histories, biographies, tomes of dull literature that seemed a hundred years old but were probably only ninety. She found buried among them one short volume of impressively salacious romance and, of course, her spellbook. It was a comforting presence, although she'd long since figured out most of the nuances of the handful of tricks contained within. If this academy was all it was said to be, there would probably be spells there that'd make hers seem like child's play. Avery wasn't sure whether or not she liked that fact. Either way, all thought of reading went out the window when her carriage reached the mountains. On the first trip to Estermere, Avery had been utterly dumbstruck by them, chattering in disbelief to the less-than-interested wagon driver about the sheer scale of those towering summits. This time she was better-prepared, but still spent most of that leg of the journey transfixed by the sweeping vistas and distant snowcapped peaks. They had a way of making all her fears -- woe is me, what if the rich snobs don't like me? -- seem insignificant in a very comforting way. Estermere Academy, on the other hand, had a way of making Avery feel insignificant in a way far from comforting. It was undeniably beautiful, nestled there in the mountains, but the fortress's very walls seemed to judge her as her carriage passed through their gate. It was as if she was walking right onto some emperor's dais as he gave a speech. You don't belong here! Well, she'd prove those old stones wrong. Somehow. And not a moment too soon, because now she found herself disembarking, fishing in her new coin purse for what seemed like a small fortune but Avery had been informed was standard carriage fare for a trip of this distance. To that she added another silver piece, and in exchange managed to get the driver to agree to unload her belongings and hand them off to the local guards. Then it was off to the great, lavish hall this place considered a dining room, and from there a new and bizarre life. Avery murmured a brief prayer of thanks to whatever bemused gods might be listening as she managed to find the hall without any difficulties, then went hunting for a place to sit among the more wide-eyed of what seemed to be her fellow students.</s> <\|message\|>Augustus Kampf "I was at the top of my class – naturally," the general's voice brimmed with pride inside the carriage as he recounted the years spent within the walls of the fortress. It was a story that he had told his son on several occasions. Actually, on more occasions during their journey to Estermere than the years before that. But Augustus had to pretend he was as interested as the first few times his father brought up the topic. General Marcellus Kampf didn't need to come with his son on the first day to Estermere. Naturally, he had duties as a lord and as one of the king's general, but he told a rather deflated Augustus that it was an event that the general would not miss for the world. Then Marcellus started telling the unforgettable story of his first day at the academy. Again. Surprisingly, the story started with a carriage ride and Marcellus' father, Augustus' grandfather, giving the young Marcellus pointers on how to excel. Apparently, his family did not tolerate mediocrity. A Kampf must always hold a position of power. There's that. Which was why a small smile tugged at the corners of Augustus' lips when one of the guards at the gate stepped up and told the general that only students were allowed entry. "He's an alumnus, can we not make an exception?" Gus asked, if only for appearance sake. As if he was not too happy to finally experience a taste of freedom in some piece of land which his father's influence could not reach. Marcellus, whose expression, clothing, and poise reeks of nobility stood looking down his nose at the lowly guard. Gus knew that look. It was as a warning, a few moments of calm before the storm. His father was a general. Of course, Lord Kampf was an expert in barking orders and looking down at mere footmen. Gus had to step in. "He's just doing his job. It's alright, I can manage from here." He grabbed a suitcase from his father only to set it on the ground beside himself. The general started to argue, no longer used to being denied, but Augustus reasoned that he would be late if they pushed the argument. A few minutes later, Augustus Kampf was walking the paved walkway of the fortress. Hands in his jeans' pockets and a stupid grin pasted on his face. At last, a chance to live outside his father's shadow. "Excuse me, is it your first day?" Somebody. A girl, his senior, approached. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. He looked to his left then right, then those amber eyes returned to a silent question to the stranger. "Yes, I am talking to you," she giggled, perhaps because of the look of utter confusion on his face. He had barely nodded when she politely pointed the other direction. "That way to the dining hall. Good luck." She waved, smiled, and ran after her group without saying her name or asking for his. He didn't even get to say thank you. But whatever. Gus traced his steps until he was at the top of a grand staircase, walked further following the same direction, following a light stream of individuals, until he found the hall. Rows of dining tables were occupied by people around the same age as he was. He casually took the closest empty seat he could find and relaxed. It was going to be a great year.</s>	<\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s>
<\|description\|>Roan Borza Nickames Frequently called "the one who never shows up" by certain clan members. Age 16 Gender Male How did they get onto the Officer Programme? In the harsh wintry land of Kyavik, the few royal families that have managed to weather the centuries of life under brutal conditions have now turned their gazes on each other, each vying for control over the desolate nation state. Among these is the Borza clan, who made up for what it lacked in warriors with superior mercantile skills and a stronger focus on education. With the emergence of gunpowder and other technological advancements from the rest of the world it was clear that the age of powerful warriors was beginning to fade. The clan would no longer hide from its equals now that victory was within their grasp. Roan's father was not sufficiently high-ranking to have received an offer to the academy outright. A couple of discreet donations to the academy fixed that problem, however. Prefered Weapon As a boy with a penchant for magic and no interest in most of the physical activities enjoyed by those his age, Roan likes to use his fire spells as much as possible. It was common for many of his tutors to forbid its use entirely during sparring matches, however, so he's developed an affinity for firearms, as unreliable and rudimentary as they may be, his favorite being the rifles that his clan has begun to use for hunting. Appearance Details With green eyes that make visual contact for a fraction more than what's socially acceptable and a head of curly brown hair that his short-haired siblings frequently remind him is improper, Roan isn't the splitting image of nobility. He'll do the bare minimum to appease his family but apart from that, he's the fourth child, so why should he care? His clothes mirror this, focusing on comfort but not straying far enough from aesthetics that others would mistake him for a commoner. He stands at five feet and eleven inches, a fraction shorter than his brothers. He regards physical activity as important, but fixates on activities that are more centered around stamina than strength. It's a body built for and from hunting and climbing what shouldn't be climbed. Personality Traits Initially driven to study solely by his interest in fire, Roan took to expanding his horizons quite quickly after having learned the basics of magic. It represented the unattainable to him, sparking an obsession with improvement and study that hasn't relented since. The majority of his life consisted of having to decide between attending another pointless gathering or furthering his research, so he's spent his youth doing the latter with no hesitation. As a side effect, Roan struggles to socialize effectively with others. He's a confident young man, but can often be too blunt for his own good. Upon seeing the finesse exhibited by his father and brothers it can be tempting to claim that Roan is their opposite, or shares almost nothing with them. This would be incorrect. Roan has the same ambition and desperation they do, and the same independent demeanor that can lead to stubborn moments. Roan's just directed himself towards magic rather than wearing uncomfortable clothing and pretending to be richer than he really is. He acts on impulse frequently, ignoring the advice of others. He gets odd ideas and lets his curiosity get the best on him. Roan doesn't think inside the box, he thinks about how to burn the box. Taking a risk or making the unknown known is far more exciting than doing things the typical way. Biography It started with piles of leaves at first. They were brittle and few in number, but it was enough to start a small flame far from peering eyes. As the third son to a nobleman, it was easy to slip away to learn even more about it. Hay, cloth, wood, paper. It all burned so beautifully, but it had to be kept secret, as his parents weren't keen on him avoiding lessons to hide away and waste his time. It was at the age of thirteen when he was caught messing with a furnace that his father realized something was different about the boy, however. It isn't normal for a teenager to have one of their hands placed in the middle of a roaring fire without being aware of it, after all. From that point onward an unspoken deal was forged between the two. Roan would push his studious habits further and in return he'd be given lessons tailored to strengthen his knowledge over fire. To say that this plan worked would be an understatement. Roan finally had an excuse to opt out of the horrid negotiation sessions his family would engage in, leaving the work to his older, more politically minded brothers. Despite his miraculous growth over the years, it shocked him to hear his father announce that he had been automatically accepted into the college during a particularly tense meeting. It was only afterwards when they had talked in private that he realized his father had just bought his way in through a facade of altruism. He had been used as a game piece, meant to give him and their family a shine to their image. Although he was initially fine with his role in life, he can't help but feel as if there's more to the world than uncomfortable dining rooms and libraries. Misc. Face Claim: Robert Sheehan \| FA6800 As the previous section has implied, Roan has the power to resist fire at will. He isn't immune to it, but he's harmed from it at a far slower pace than the average person.</s> <\|message\|>Augustus Kampf "I was at the top of my class – naturally," the general's voice brimmed with pride inside the carriage as he recounted the years spent within the walls of the fortress. It was a story that he had told his son on several occasions. Actually, on more occasions during their journey to Estermere than the years before that. But Augustus had to pretend he was as interested as the first few times his father brought up the topic. General Marcellus Kampf didn't need to come with his son on the first day to Estermere. Naturally, he had duties as a lord and as one of the king's general, but he told a rather deflated Augustus that it was an event that the general would not miss for the world. Then Marcellus started telling the unforgettable story of his first day at the academy. Again. Surprisingly, the story started with a carriage ride and Marcellus' father, Augustus' grandfather, giving the young Marcellus pointers on how to excel. Apparently, his family did not tolerate mediocrity. A Kampf must always hold a position of power. There's that. Which was why a small smile tugged at the corners of Augustus' lips when one of the guards at the gate stepped up and told the general that only students were allowed entry. "He's an alumnus, can we not make an exception?" Gus asked, if only for appearance sake. As if he was not too happy to finally experience a taste of freedom in some piece of land which his father's influence could not reach. Marcellus, whose expression, clothing, and poise reeks of nobility stood looking down his nose at the lowly guard. Gus knew that look. It was as a warning, a few moments of calm before the storm. His father was a general. Of course, Lord Kampf was an expert in barking orders and looking down at mere footmen. Gus had to step in. "He's just doing his job. It's alright, I can manage from here." He grabbed a suitcase from his father only to set it on the ground beside himself. The general started to argue, no longer used to being denied, but Augustus reasoned that he would be late if they pushed the argument. A few minutes later, Augustus Kampf was walking the paved walkway of the fortress. Hands in his jeans' pockets and a stupid grin pasted on his face. At last, a chance to live outside his father's shadow. "Excuse me, is it your first day?" Somebody. A girl, his senior, approached. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. He looked to his left then right, then those amber eyes returned to a silent question to the stranger. "Yes, I am talking to you," she giggled, perhaps because of the look of utter confusion on his face. He had barely nodded when she politely pointed the other direction. "That way to the dining hall. Good luck." She waved, smiled, and ran after her group without saying her name or asking for his. He didn't even get to say thank you. But whatever. Gus traced his steps until he was at the top of a grand staircase, walked further following the same direction, following a light stream of individuals, until he found the hall. Rows of dining tables were occupied by people around the same age as he was. He casually took the closest empty seat he could find and relaxed. It was going to be a great year.</s> <\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s>	<\|message\|>Roan Borza Dozens of burly men were gathered around a feast fit for royalty. Thick slabs of meat from all sorts of beasts were piled high atop their silver platters, dripping fat onto the ornate tapestries around the dining room table. One of them, Roan's father, rose from his chair with a large glass of wine held in an even larger hand. The motley of furs that covered his body rose with him, making him appear more beast than human for a few short moments. Roan's mind was elsewhere, incapable of perceiving anything but the man's bearded mouth opening and closing. It was only when a strong pat on the back hit Roan that he realized everyone present had turned their heads to him. He was being congratulated. *** It had felt like an eternity since the day the academy had accepted him. Through a few hushed donations aided further by connections, but accepted nevertheless. Neither his brothers nor the rest of his family knew the truth, so the boy had paused every time an employee had politely asked about his background. He was relieved that the arrival was nearly over, at least. Roan stepped out of his carriage, nearly forgetting to acknowledge the coachman's existence. He glazed over the walls of the academy and wrapped his arms around himself in a manner that didn't look comfortable. It was the least he could do to not feel so exposed with how thin his clothes felt. For Roan who had been accustomed to sleepless nights in cramped chambers, surrounded by hand-etched glyphs up to the ceiling, hands soiled with ink and desperate to write more, the gentle outskirts of the academy were alien to him. They had nothing in common either with the wintry plains of Kyavik, that demanded one bring a shovel and a rifle at the minimum. "Indirect information. Instructions?" he muttered to himself. His eyes flickered towards a boy his age receiving directions. Unfortunate. He had hoped their welcoming ceremony would be informal enough to allow him to explore the academy to the fullest extent of his desires. Roan expected no less from such a prestigious academy, however. He reasoned it was for the best to do as told for the time being. On the surface, the deal he struck with his father seemed simple enough. The game piece known as Roan Borza would be relocated elsewhere so as to not drag the rest down, and as a result it would be spared from having to participate in the modern clan's battlefield, the gathering. He would use this opportunity to elevate his abilities in the refined and complex art of magic, and thus function as a sort of ornament for the rest to gawk at and admire. There were other implications, however. Having a skilled magician in the family had its uses if the relations between clans ever soured to the point of violence. It didn't surprise him that his father thought that far ahead. Sacrificing a game piece of lesser value to spare the rest was too obvious of a strategy. He clicked his tongue. Even multiple nation's worth of distance couldn't keep him from thinking about politics again. He'd just have to approach his new life a single step at a time. As he entered the dining hall his father's advice rang crystal clear in his mind. Study well, be a warrior. No fires.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope McGareth Nickames Penny Age 16 Gender Female How did they get onto the Officer Programme? Penelope was promoted from the standard soldier classes at the academy. Prefered Weapon Sword and Buckler Appearance Details Can be paragraphs or bullets following this guideline: * Hair: Blonde \| Wavy \| Worn either in a ponytail or loose * Eyes: Blue * Height: 5'5 * Body Type: Slim (Ectomorphic). * Clothing Style: Light Dresses and Casual Clothes \| Penelope can often be found wearing light dresses (such as that in the picture above) or casual clothes, including simple shirts, jeans, cargo pants, and other comfortable clothes Personality Traits Though generally a nice individual to have to deal with, Penelope does have a bit of a rough side to her sometimes gained from interacting with her brothers so much as the only daughter of her family. While she often won't, she isn't afraid of telling someone that they've screwed up if it really has turned out to be the case and she's mad enough. She can control her temper and she can take a few negative hits or insults from others, but if you're going off on her than you can expect that she'll return the favour. That being said, Penny tries to make sure that she doesn't damage her relationship with those that don't turn out to be negative people - not just her friends, but she feels that if anyone is a nice person, then they should be treated as such. Biography Proper education isn't received by those who can pay for it, it's earned by those who push themselves to learn. The McGareth family pushed their three sons and one daughter to learn and educate themselves, and where a proper teacher was not present instead incentives pushed the children to learn for themselves. While the family could not properly afford an education free resources such as a library and the world itself was present for the children to explore - the world being limited to the city of Meisa's and its outskirts, and as long as they were back in time for dinner. Where one child may struggle there were three more to help ferry them along, and work for the children was forgone while the children were educated. It was all in hope that the children would educate themselves to get at least somewhat decent jobs and feed that money back to the parents. It didn't really work as well as intended. Instead of building up a sense that they should educate themselves and study, the children didn't feel a sense of duty to do that. While they did educate themselves most days, it was very easy to become distracted and end up playing. As they grew, they only partially educated themselves - how would mother and father know if they were playing hide and seek instead of learning, particularly if they were doing it at the outskirts, by the walls of Meisa? They figured that if they had to grow up and work for money, it would be easy - after all, mother and father were in the lower-middle class, and they managed just fine. Penelope's mindset was in unison with her brothers. She often did read and learn more than them, but that was because she found that fun to do, and did it for that fun rather than to learn like their parents told them to. And when she wasn't reading, Penny was playing with them, messing around with a slingshot or stick-fighting them. It was that last part that most likely led to Penny's goal of going to Estermere - she would look up to the walls and see the soldiers up there, guarding Meisa against threats unpresent or threats unknown, she didn't know which because she was never told. She duelled with her brothers, imagining she was a knight and her opponent was some kind of grand foe she had to defeat. In a few years' time, Penny was no longer dueling with wimpy sticks snapped off of trees, but instead purpose-made, duelling sticks, wooden batons. She was no longer dueling with her three brothers, but instead classmates in the 1450 class of Estermere Academy's soldier programme. duelling might have been an improper word to use, as besting her classmates might have been better. What education that she managed to achieve already put her high in the class, but it was her duelling technique that pushed her to the top. She was consistently managing to strike down her classmates, and while losing the occasional duel was still a force to be reckoned with. Penelope's consistent high performance was most likely the reason that she received the option of transferring to the Officer's programme. It was an opportunity that she could not refuse, feeling that if the academy was willing to offer her the position that definitely meant that she was fit for it. Misc. Joana Gröblinghoff \| Cornsilk (FFF8DC)</s> <\|message\|>Pax Triston Pax Triston was not eager to be attending Estermere Academy. It was a military school, and they had no desire to be part of any military. That did not change the fact that they were currently on their way to the academy. They didn't have much of a choice. Their father, Lord Markus Triston of Coastal Cliffs, wanted to send Pax away. Pax couldn't really fault the man for that decision. There was a constant tension in the air while Pax was residing at Triston Keep. Pax gave their head a shake. There was no reason to dwell on the past. They had to keep heading up the mountain. Pax looked up from the book that they had been studying about older languages from across the world to look out the window as the carriage maneuvered pass another turn in the road. They could finally see the Academy. It certainly looked impressive. Pax knew that it was still a fair distance away. It would only grow more impressive as they got closer. Pax turned back towards their book. They had basically stolen the book from Triston Keep. Thankfully, along with the other books on almost forgotten languages, it wouldn't be missed. If they were it would a simple matter to return them. The carriage eventually stopped as a voice called out, "We have arrived Mr. Triston." Pax placed their book back in their personal satchel as they exited the carriage, "Thank you Gabriel." They faintly smiled up at the coachman, "Please be careful on your way home." Gabriel nodded in respect, "I'll be on my way as soon as I'm soon sure your things have been put away properly Mr. Triston." Pax turned to get a better look at Estermere Academy, "Thank you Gabriel." With as close to goodbyes as Pax was going to get with as close to a friend as they had been done they headed into the building. It was easy enough to ask a few of the guards where new students in the officer program were supposed to go. With that information gathered. The new student headed towards the dining hall. There were already students gathering. Absently Pax wonder what the time was. They knew that there was a time every new student was supposed to be here by. They just didn't know when that time was. They didn't think that it was any time soon. There weren't enough students here yet. Pax scanned the room to find a rather empty place in which to sit. Once a suitable spot was located, they made their way there. As they walked, they passed a few people taking to each other as well as others looking to avoid social interactions. There were people from all over the world. Pax was astounded by the sheer number of different type of people. Maybe being here wouldn't be bad. It would certainly be a learning experience. Pax arrived at the place they had pick and sat down with a surprising amount of grace. They pulled out their book to return to their studies. Pax wondered if there were language classes here. That would be another reason this ordeal could be bearable. The truth was, even though Pax knew they didn't really want to be here, this wasn't that bad a place to be. It certainly wasn't ideal, but it did get them away from Coastal Cliffs and it would certainly teach them things they couldn't learn in Rockveil. They might not want to be a part of any military in the future, but it would give them a chance to make future they didn't think they could have if they hadn't been sent here. Pax supposed they could be tentatively optimistic.</s> <\|message\|>Roan Borza --- --- Dozens of burly men were gathered around a feast fit for royalty. Thick slabs of meat from all sorts of beasts were piled high atop their silver platters, dripping fat onto the ornate tapestries around the dining room table. One of them, Roan's father, rose from his chair with a large glass of wine held in an even larger hand. The motley of furs that covered his body rose with him, making him appear more beast than human for a few short moments. Roan's mind was elsewhere, incapable of perceiving anything but the man's bearded mouth opening and closing. It was only when a strong pat on the back hit Roan that he realized everyone present had turned their heads to him. He was being congratulated. *** It had felt like an eternity since the day the academy had accepted him. Through a few hushed donations aided further by connections, but accepted nevertheless. Neither his brothers nor the rest of his family knew the truth, so the boy had paused every time an employee had politely asked about his background. He was relieved that the arrival was nearly over, at least. Roan stepped out of his carriage, nearly forgetting to acknowledge the coachman's existence. He glazed over the walls of the academy and wrapped his arms around himself in a manner that didn't look comfortable. It was the least he could do to not feel so exposed with how thin his clothes felt. For Roan who had been accustomed to sleepless nights in cramped chambers, surrounded by hand-etched glyphs up to the ceiling, hands soiled with ink and desperate to write more, the gentle outskirts of the academy were alien to him. They had nothing in common either with the wintry plains of Kyavik, that demanded one bring a shovel and a rifle at the minimum. "Indirect information. Instructions?" he muttered to himself. His eyes flickered towards a boy his age receiving directions. Unfortunate. He had hoped their welcoming ceremony would be informal enough to allow him to explore the academy to the fullest extent of his desires. Roan expected no less from such a prestigious academy, however. He reasoned it was for the best to do as told for the time being. On the surface, the deal he struck with his father seemed simple enough. The game piece known as Roan Borza would be relocated elsewhere so as to not drag the rest down, and as a result it would be spared from having to participate in the modern clan's battlefield, the gathering. He would use this opportunity to elevate his abilities in the refined and complex art of magic, and thus function as a sort of ornament for the rest to gawk at and admire. There were other implications, however. Having a skilled magician in the family had its uses if the relations between clans ever soured to the point of violence. It didn't surprise him that his father thought that far ahead. Sacrificing a game piece of lesser value to spare the rest was too obvious of a strategy. He clicked his tongue. Even multiple nation's worth of distance couldn't keep him from thinking about politics again. He'd just have to approach his new life a single step at a time. As he entered the dining hall his father's advice rang crystal clear in his mind. Study well, be a warrior. No fires.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope McGareth Returning to Estermere was something that delighted Penelope McGareth. After a few years, there was something familiar about the place, a familiarity that she believed would last throughout her next few years at the academy. Graduating to the officer programme felt a little funny, as her friends would be continuing their soldier programme years and would end up graduating before her; even though she was going to be getting better and further training than them, it still felt almost like she was being held back. By the time she graduates from the officer programme, she knew that her old classmates would already have a year of experience in the field. The training compensated for that, she knew - she figured that even with them being more field experienced than her she would still have the knowledge to stay up to par with them. It was just funny to think about. Penny could tell who was in the school before and who was new. The teenager had very little with her to bring into the academy, for as she had been there before her belongings still resided inside, though had most likely been moved from her dormitory bunks to where the officers stayed, a place she did not have the privilege of visiting many times before. Those who had their belongings with them, who carried them along, who had visitors going with them to wish their final goodbyes (most likely their patrons and sponsors as much as their family) were those that were new. She wondered how a lot of them would adapt to the culture of Estermere, especially those that were nobles. It felt oddly good to stare at nobles as equals, rather than having to look up at them. Perhaps that was an evil thought - she could see a noble trying to impose his position on her and her response being a simple shrug - but it was an idle thought that kept her mind at ease. She knew that the new few years were going to be challenging for everyone. But as Penny looked at those in the same carriage as she, and at those in the other carriages, she wondered if some of them even knew how to handle a dagger, let alone a sword. Then again, Penny had to remind herself that she had entered the academy with the swordplay training of a goat. But she had excelled, and Penny believed that they could, too. It just might take longer for others. Once she had arrived at the main gate, Penny made her way over to the gate guards. She didn't have any large possessions on her, just a backpack with temporary belongings before she could get her hands on her original belongings that had been moved over. Approaching the guards, she eyed them up temporarily. She would have been one of them in the future, had she not been selected to be an officer. Penny leaves her belongings with them, openly respectful and privately thankful for their presence. She knew that it could be boring just standing there for hours with nothing happening, especially at Estermere, where nothing bad was bound to happen. Her prior training had seen to that part of her knowledge. Due to her previous placement within the academy, Penny did not need a guide to the dining room. The teenager simply made her way there on her own, as naturally as walking in her home. She took a look around, before nodding her head and seating herself. She was proud of her journey so far, and she was prepared to keep going.</s>
<\|description\|>PCs GALIA GUARDSTRIKE MORTON BOWMAN TALIC RASTOCH ARDONNE HEDDWYN BRYTHENDALE ZAHIR RATHEL</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Luckily, Mort needn't wait long for reinforcements. Leaving Gallia to stare northward, he turned about to look back in the direction of the Province, watching those who came. Several figures approached in a scattered manner, one by one growing close enough that their details could be made out. First to add to the ranks of the hunting party came another middle-aged man, wearing a northman's haircut and a number of scars. This fellow Mort did not know, which meant he likely didn't hail from the Province's limited pool of warriors. Still, he was here, which was a fair sight more than Mort could say of the Province's warriors. No doubt other skills mulled about in that head of his. He said something vaguely poetic before expressing a desire for more reinforcements. What, don't think me up to the task? The idea of actually saying that made Mort chuckle. A whole army might not be up to the task. Not enough souls could possibly traipse up that road to make the hunt an assured victory. Whoever did would have to make do. The next man to arrive Mort -and just about the whole countryside- could see a long way off. Scion of the line of Rastoch. A man of influence whose family bore repute in the Pigeon Capital, he could wield a rapier but Mort didn't know much more than that about him. He was...studious? Aloof? The bowman couldn't say. Then again, that weapon clutched in the tall man's hand looked a hell of a lot more like a spear than a rapier, so perhaps even the one thing Mort thought he knew didn't apply. He wondered idly what might be driving Talic to destroy the Beast, but in the end it didn't matter. So long as he couldn't use those muscles to pin the thing down with that spear, he would be the bowman's second-greatest friend. One more arrived shortly thereafter, a man whose mask long ago became his identity. Zahir never wandered far from the village he championed, but despite his age the man seemed formidable enough as a warrior. In a battle against an unknown opponent, particularly one with an assuredly high kill count, experience meant a lot more than raw power. Mort, of course, sought to bring both to the table, but Zahir's long years made up the difference for him. That made five. Three swords, a spear, and a bow. The makeshift team evidenced a pronounced skew toward close-range, with only Mort himself capable of striking from afar, and no mid-range fighters to speak of. Damn, Mort had hoped for a magician. Rare as they were, arcanists -with their relics, trinkets, and talismans- could make a world of difference in any battle, and a hunt would be no different. Even a loose cannon from the Chemist's Guild would have been appreciated, offering support and exploiting weaknesses with hurled firebombs and potions. No trapper, no handler, not so much as a bard or thrower of knives. Hell, even a broad-shouldered axeman to serve as a heavy hitter would make this assembly more dynamic. But no...this crew would live and die by its martial skill alone. The others were speaking, making their introductions. Zahir revealed himself, prompting Gallia to do the same. She added a bit elucidating her determination to slay the Beast, which struck Mort as pretty unnecessary. Why else would we all be here? Still, her combination of conviction and gravitas managed to be reassuring. One could only hope one's allies would be giving it their all. 'Headwin' announced himself, short and to the point, and Mort decided to follow him up. "Bowman," he said succinctly, giving name and vocation together in one word. He looked around. Was this really it? Well, he had better get moving before second thoughts come creeping back. "No time to waste. You lead, I'll follow." Before anyone could lead, however, a sixth face turned up, but not to join the group. Given the occasion all eyes turned toward the young woman headed north a distance away. She seemed to notice them too, and picked up the pace. Mort's first impression labeled her as some sort of criminal, since who but someone with something to run from or hide would shy away from company going north? But she gave them a wide berth, knocking an arrow to her bow. Even in the unsavory light Mort could easily recognize the ranged weapon, and its presence made him look closer. He caught a better glimpse of the girl's face as she glanced his way again, and this time it seemed familiar. An intrepid kid with a bow in Fero could only be one of his trainees, since nobody stood as a better instructor of archery in the whole region than he. Mort ran through his memories of students past, recalling her presence but not her name. "The hell are you doing out here...?" he breathed. She looked to be on the hunt, but nobody in their right mind would be hunting this far north, on the edge of the Beast's dominion. That made it obvious; this girl was not in her right mind. Mort looked back at the others. He knew that a band of seasoned hands with no foolish, hotheaded youths was too good to be true. It could be anything spurring the girl on: a desire to prove herself, revenge, a deathwish. But going about it with the bow he put in her hand made it feel like Mort's responsibility. "Crazy kid's gonna get herself killed," he remarked, implying that the group should get after her.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Now that he was actually giving himself a chance to rest Zahir was able to take a greater stock of the small collection of souls around him. At least they looked hardened ... well most of them did at least, which was another point for defying expectations. There was certainly so much more that he'd ever expected, which hopefully meant there would be a lot less work for him to do. Despite the fact he was still in good shape and totally unwilling to give up being a fighter, he did enjoy being able to take it slow every now and then. For now he was very content to let the rest of the group introduce itself and to be grateful for the mask that covered his face. For he knew he recognised the face of several here, like the warrior gal, though he believed that last time there'd been quite a few more people in her party when he'd seen her. The huntsman too he recognised, the man had skill, he remembered that much. But there were so many people who slipped by his little town for a day or two, so many different names and stories to remember that he had given up bothering to try. So it was with a contented little smile he recived those very helpful reminders. Well ... it seemed his companions were eager at least to get the task done, too eager in his opinion. Conviction was certainly one thing, but recklessness was another and in his experiance a blind devotion towards getting the task done often ended in serious personal risk. Had he been younger he'd have almost certainly blurted that out, probably to the detriment of team morale and cohesion, a true win before the hunt had even begun. But apart from all the dull aches and pains from old scars, his age had brought with it a sense of tact, or at least a greater one than his younger self. "Come now, are we really going to charge off into the beasts territory now? Won't you let an old man rest his bones for the night? It has been a long journey here and I'm not as young as you lot. One night of safety outside the beasts domain would not do us any harm." He wanted just a little bit more time, time that they could spend becoming a better team, or at least long enough for him to come up with a plan to ensure no one died. Any hopes of a quiet end to the night were dashed by the arrival of the sixth person, a girl far younger than the rest of the gathered adventueres, standing beyond any sort range in which he could make out identifying features. Not that it really mattered, he was watching a young person rush off into certain danger. "Fuck..." Gently he placed his sword on the ground and raised his arms into the air, attempting to communicate as best as possible, his lack of weapons. "She is ... if we let her stay there. Which I'm not." Slowly and with an even step he began to cross the empty stretch of land between the group and Ardonne.</s>	<\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s>
<\|description\|>PCs GALIA GUARDSTRIKE MORTON BOWMAN TALIC RASTOCH ARDONNE HEDDWYN BRYTHENDALE ZAHIR RATHEL</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s>	<\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>PCs The Beginning At the edge of Fero Province's otherwise-unmarked border is a long, long row of stone cairns. They're dotted in approximate half-mile distances from each other, all the way from the lower slopes of one mountain ridge to the other, and wild grasses have begun to grow in long, windblown strands around them. These cairns, you may have heard, are a last-ditch superstitious talisman to ward off the beast by those living near the edge of its haunt. The road that you've followed the final few miles from the last hamlet to the edge of the province has been neatly paved and upkept with cut stone, but here, where the unspoken "safe zone" ends, you can see grass and weeds growing up through the cracks. To both sides, the mountain range that nests the Fero Province slowly sinks into sharp, forbidding hills and scree slopes as it fades into the distance. Contrasting the fair weather in the valley, wisps of dark clouds settle just behind the peaks. Your business lies ahead, in the lazy dip-rise-dip of the lowlands. The North Road cuts a fairly straight path through the grass for about a half-mile, until it hits a scraggly line of trees that mark the beginning of the Cullis Woods. As far as you know, the occasional brave-hearted (or foolhardy) individual has ventured in, but never very far, and not all have returned. Anyone daring to try and travel further has not sent word back. But you have your task, and an hour or so until sunset. The weather overhead is deceptively clear. You're as ready as you will ever be. How will you begin The North Road?</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia held a palm sized stone in her hand, taken from the final pile of stones that marked the boundary between the civilized and savage world. She wondered, if there were a village on the other side who had set up a similar boundary. A no-go zone, where everyone assumes Feros Province has been overrun by evil magic. She doubted the cairns did anything, but their ceasing to exist meant that ahead was where her target lay. The trip had taken them awhile, and the sun was about to set. Give or take an hour. Galia's long dark blown hair was tied down into a braid that rest over her steel pauldrons and dangled over her leather chest armor. Overall, her armor was of the medium variety, a mixture of sturdy protection and mobility. Infact, she would have preferred more, but plate was expensive and she had done a poor job of maintaining her old sets in the decade she had gone without serious fighting. Bar fights, scuffles, and showing dominance over some fools didn't really count. Hopefully she wasn't as rusty as her old helm that had to be left behind. Ten years was a long time to go without fighting, and it was why Galia's wife was so worried. She was also worried that once Galia had a taste of the thrill of combat, she would go back to her old ways, but Galia knew she was stronger than that now. Ten years with Elly had softened her perhaps, but wisened her also. And she was old, too. Thirty-seven next spring. By God, where had the time gone? It felt like just yesterday she was intent on living hard, dying young, and leaving a pretty corpse. Now? She had gray hair licking at her scalp. Okay, so maybe thirty six wasn't that old. Still, a sellsword's life was often a quick and glorious one. Especially one like Guardstrike's, who worked with...unsavory folks. This sword...Galia glanced down at it, her right hand rested it's gloved palm around it's sleek back handle. How many lives had it ended? How many people did she help kill, even if they didn't meet the business end of her sword? The weather was nice, at least. The mountains and forest ahead were ominous and distant. Galia had promised herself that she wouldn't look back at the rest of Feros Province. She would only look ahead. If she hesitated and glance back, she may want to stay. To be there, with her wife, in her final seasons, as Elly had wanted. It was a selfish thing to do. It may all be for nothing, if she was too slow. Eleanor may slip from this world without her beloved at her side, and the idea made Galia's heart hurt. They hadn't left each other on the best of terms... That didn't matter now. There was only the beast's head that she would bring to the steward and she would be granted her reward. Galia's introspective gaze hardened and she brushed a strand of loose hair from her scarred eye. She tossed the stone she held in her hand back onto the cairn and listened to it crackle down the pile of other rocks. Then she sat down on it, on the side facing to the North, her back turned. Knees high and placed her elbows on them and waited, staring ahead at the forest. Galia wasn't the only one travelling. To do so alone would be suicide- but with even a few warm bodies she could fell the beast as long as they kept it distracted. Sacrifices, as it were. Hopefully, it didn't come to that, and her new companions were warriors as steadfast or even moreso then her. It was possible. Perhaps the last ten years had weeded out all the foolish farmers sons who sought glory and fame and travelled out to die or lose their legs. Eleanor had seen many of them in the Practitioner's tent over the years. No matter what happened, Galia wouldn't be one of them. She would either come home victorious, or die. There were no other options. So Galia waited, first to arrive, her back turned against the path her companions would arrive on, but her demeanor, weapon, and location made it clear to anyone passing by that she was intending on travelling the North Road.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale The girl was young. Had she been a boy Heddwyn believed she would have likely lacked hair on her chest in both the figurative and literal sense. Curious. He wondered how good she was with that bow of hers. Heddwyn knew the group they had, of six, was a decent amount and there was a few men and women among them that looked well readied to the task. Heddwyn was sure the group took him for an unarmored swordsman given his garb was merely fitted with leather straps, a gambeson, and cloak. It was hardy enough and kept the middle-aged cleric light on his feet. Given the mud and brush they would be walking through heavy armor would have been a mistake and Heddwyn didn't desire to spend the coin to get such a thing. His coin was better suited to the alms of the poor and his own necessities, after all. He did wonder how they would all operate. With two distance fighters, himself a cleric of median skill with a sword, and the others who looked more like close quarters combatants, it did seem they would be able to handle whatever the beast was should they approach the creature carefully. Heddwyn had heard a handful of rumors about it. And it had been years since its initial appearance yet nobody really knew anything concrete. Anything scientific. It was a curious thing. He ran his hands through his cloak, tightening it firmly before commenting in a less cryptic, philosophical manner. "Yes, I do believe it wise for us to gather and make camp. At least until the venture begins." He took a glance toward the female whom had taken the role of leader with little reluctance. "Understanding one another is vital to our survival and the beast's end."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman Everyone followed Mort's gaze to watch the kid running off on her own. A collective exasperated concern settled over the assembly; clearly they couldn't let the girl annihilate herself. Most of them, starting with Zahir and Gallia, moved to try and stop her. Talic of all people flinched, instinctively trying to hide himself in a surge of panic, which Mort found more than a little interesting. He couldn't be scared of armed strangers, since he just waltzed into a gathering of them four strong. Since Mort couldn't in good faith suspect an allergy for teenagers he guessed that Talic might just be on the lookout. Bad nerves ain't a good look for you, big man, he thought, but he said nothing. Saying rude things to strong, selfsure people accomplished nothing unless one managed to be both a loner and masochistic at once. The correct response, Mort so often found, was silence. At that moment there came a noisome sound from the woods. While unmistakably the bellow of some animal, it belonged to no creature Mort knew, and given his occupation as a well-traveled hunter that boded ill. How close? he wondered, though unable to tell. Sound could carry a long distance, but he would have been happier had he not heard anything. Though determined to slay the Beast, facing off against it under the cloak of night was tantamount to diving face-first into hell. A ferocious predator would have every advantage, and its would-be hunters none. They might not even see it as they got picked off one by one. The logical course of action seemed so obvious, so taken for granted even, that when Ardonne approached and asked about it he shot her an are-you-serious sort of look. "Nah, we're planning to stumble through the dark and hop straight in its mouth. Just figured it'd be the...polite thing to do, you know." He removed his darkened glasses, now a distinct liability with the sun going down, and slipped them into an underarm pocket. Judging by Ardonne's look, both in appearance and apparel, she'd never seen or had to prepare for a serious fight. Mort took a deep breath as Heddwyn offered that yes, in fact, the group ought to make camp outside the Beast's domain. For some reason he seemed to be looking at Gallia, as if the gone-soft stood as an authority on the matter. Mort had assumed from the beginning that the makeshift team would be making camp together; such a bonding activity could be the only possible justification for gathering right before sundown, the worst possible time to initiate a dangerous hunt. For the sake of the newbie Heddwyn explained that camping together would also increase the team's understanding and solidarity. Mort, meanwhile, took a quick hike around to scope out a spot. A couple hundred feet away from the main path, and even farther from the edge of the trees, a number of large rocks lay in close proximity atop a knoll. They looked worked, probably by people breaking off stones to use for the cairns. Regardless they provided some security, as well as natural chairs, and the knoll beneath them gave anyone there a vantage point from which they could see the surrounding terrain. No surprises. The number-one rule for picking a spot to camp. A location needed to be either so secure that no intruders could breach it, or far enough away from cover so that a watcher could spot any threat before it got too close. Who knew, after all, if the Beast roved beyond the confines of its territory after dark. "That's a fine spot," Mort said, pointing it out. No doubt anyone else with substantial wilderness experience under their belts would say the same.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s>
<\|description\|>Morton Bowman GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble. BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end. Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue. It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away. Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying. GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s>	<\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel For not the last time on his trip up north Zahir asked himself what the fuck he was doing this far out. This wasn't part of his original promise, hell it wasn't part of any promised he'd ever made. He should be back "home" guarding that safe little village, making one or two more rounds before the night claimed what was left of the days activity and then it could be just him and the few other guards sitting around that old campfire by the main gates. Even now he wondered just how old that thing was, how many generations of guards had sat around it and drunk the cold nights away in friendly silence. After all he was the oldest guard there and even he didn't know when it had first been set down. Despite the fact he'd never really told any of his fellow guards much, if at all, he still really did like them. They drank with him and rarely spoke much, maybe that was why he liked them so much. As he walked, he could feel a faint twinge in his right arm, a small dull pain which washed up the length of his limb before fading away again into miriad of other senses which assailed his body. Maybe he really was too old for this sort of stuff, maybe he really should have stopped when he'd first had doubts, back at that chipped bit of wood masqurading as a sign. When he got back he was really gonna have to do something about that, maybe make it another little project to busy up his day... But no ammount of thoughts about little village signs and the best ways he could repair them was going to distract him from the real reason he was putting his life on the line. Other idiots would almost certainly have heard of this beast and try to go after it and while he couldn't stop every fool who charged into stupid situations. He could still help those in situations he knew about. One of these days it was gonna get him killed, leastways, that's what everyone else kept telling him. Still he'd made it past sixty years and if that didn't earn him the right to indulge himself now and then, what would? Still the North Road lay ahead and with it, the others who'd decided to undertake this expidition. --- He was one of the last to arrive, that he was certain of, unless there was a host of other recruits hidden over one of those wind-blasted hills. Ahead stood a few other figures, all younger than him, which he supposed was probably for the best. A whole team of old adventuerers who's top speed wasn't what it once was probably wouldn't be the greatest for running down some monster. Zahir was in his own way, rather amused to see that most of the currently gathered group looked to be about half his age, maybe more in the case of that bowman. He'd certainly expected younger minds to be attracted to this kind of danger, this group certainly looked less like the thrillseekers he'd been expecting. Then again he really shouldn't be that surprised, everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do, he knew that well. At least a gathering spot meant he could stop for the moment and with a sigh of relief he swung his little satchel, carrying all his essentials like food, water and bedding to the ground. A second later he was raising a hand in greeting and putting on his most welcoming tone, knowing that his mask at first glance rarely got the warmest of greetings. "I see I'm not the first, which all things considered is probably a good sign. I presume we're all here to pursue that creature, if so I must be thankful for finding myself in such good looking hands."</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia had nodded at everyone one at a time. They looked experienced. A bowman, a cleric, a spearman, and a masked man. They all looked capable enough. However, the fact of the matter is that no one here has had any real combat experience for the last ten years, and appearances could be decieving. They could all be wormfood within the next few days for all she knew. But Galia wasn't going to die, she was going to win. There was no other option other than coming out of that forest alive. Perhaps the others here had nothing to lose or everything to gain, but Galia had everything on the line. If she failed...she couldn't fail. "My name's Galia Guardstrike," she said, voice low and hard, glaring at the North Road. "My goal is to kill the Beast, and collect the reward. I'm not leaving the North Road until I do." Galia held the handle of the sheathed sword at her hip. Her fingers impatiently tapping the wood in a wave pattern, the steel pommel glowing dimly in the light of evening sun. Galia didn't mind repeating herself for whoever else came. Her name would ring of it's given nature, not one chosen by parents or by oneself, but one earned through combat. A title of mercenary making. There wasn't much else to say, not yet, anyway. She did recognize some of them. Mort, the hunter. Zahir, the guard, with that funny little mask of his. She had seen him, as Eleanor had dragged the Practicioners around Feros Province, and that little town he protected spoke fondly of him. The others she didn't recognize, but Feros Province was a bigger place than one might imagine. She had come to see it has home. Infact, Galia hoped to spend the rest of her life here, once this was all over. Feros Province wasn't the problem. The North Road was.</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "Aye, the beast has to go." Heddwyn uttered as he looked over the woman. She was fierce. Strong-willed. He had known many like her in his time away from his daughter as he walked the low roads throughout the province. He hadn't heard her name in his travels, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. Her surname did seem strange to him; the kind of name someone would create for themselves, but etymology was sometimes strange, it could've been a proper surname for all he knew. It was a large and peculiar world. "If introductions are in order, I'd be Heddwyn." He decided to not lead with his own surname. House Brythendale wasn't a large house nor one native to the people of this particular province. Besides, he liked blending in among the commonfolk. His eyes moved toward the huntsman and the others who had arrived after him, curious about their own names. Perhaps they would share vocations, but he imagined they would have much time to talk once the sun set. They would need to make camp soon enough. The woman who took stance to be the leader of the group did not seem the type to want to waste daylight.</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Everyone followed Mort's gaze to watch the kid running off on her own. A collective exasperated concern settled over the assembly; clearly they couldn't let the girl annihilate herself. Most of them, starting with Zahir and Gallia, moved to try and stop her. Talic of all people flinched, instinctively trying to hide himself in a surge of panic, which Mort found more than a little interesting. He couldn't be scared of armed strangers, since he just waltzed into a gathering of them four strong. Since Mort couldn't in good faith suspect an allergy for teenagers he guessed that Talic might just be on the lookout. Bad nerves ain't a good look for you, big man, he thought, but he said nothing. Saying rude things to strong, selfsure people accomplished nothing unless one managed to be both a loner and masochistic at once. The correct response, Mort so often found, was silence. At that moment there came a noisome sound from the woods. While unmistakably the bellow of some animal, it belonged to no creature Mort knew, and given his occupation as a well-traveled hunter that boded ill. How close? he wondered, though unable to tell. Sound could carry a long distance, but he would have been happier had he not heard anything. Though determined to slay the Beast, facing off against it under the cloak of night was tantamount to diving face-first into hell. A ferocious predator would have every advantage, and its would-be hunters none. They might not even see it as they got picked off one by one. The logical course of action seemed so obvious, so taken for granted even, that when Ardonne approached and asked about it he shot her an are-you-serious sort of look. "Nah, we're planning to stumble through the dark and hop straight in its mouth. Just figured it'd be the...polite thing to do, you know." He removed his darkened glasses, now a distinct liability with the sun going down, and slipped them into an underarm pocket. Judging by Ardonne's look, both in appearance and apparel, she'd never seen or had to prepare for a serious fight. Mort took a deep breath as Heddwyn offered that yes, in fact, the group ought to make camp outside the Beast's domain. For some reason he seemed to be looking at Gallia, as if the gone-soft stood as an authority on the matter. Mort had assumed from the beginning that the makeshift team would be making camp together; such a bonding activity could be the only possible justification for gathering right before sundown, the worst possible time to initiate a dangerous hunt. For the sake of the newbie Heddwyn explained that camping together would also increase the team's understanding and solidarity. Mort, meanwhile, took a quick hike around to scope out a spot. A couple hundred feet away from the main path, and even farther from the edge of the trees, a number of large rocks lay in close proximity atop a knoll. They looked worked, probably by people breaking off stones to use for the cairns. Regardless they provided some security, as well as natural chairs, and the knoll beneath them gave anyone there a vantage point from which they could see the surrounding terrain. No surprises. The number-one rule for picking a spot to camp. A location needed to be either so secure that no intruders could breach it, or far enough away from cover so that a watcher could spot any threat before it got too close. Who knew, after all, if the Beast roved beyond the confines of its territory after dark. "That's a fine spot," Mort said, pointing it out. No doubt anyone else with substantial wilderness experience under their belts would say the same.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s>
<\|description\|>Heddwyn Brythendale GENDER: Male AGE: 39 APPEARANCE: The traveling healer and wayfarer is a native of the northern vale of Fero, with a hardy vigor and battle-worn body due to a life on highways like The North Road. Heddwyn is a man nearing middle age with hair resembling a honey-brown and eyes of grayed sapphires. Throughout his life he has experienced battles with bandits, beast and everything in-between, as a result of this he has various scars across his face and body. His most notable are three claw marks nearing his left eye, though he doesn't seem to care too much about such close calls. His hair is commonly cut short, in a common northron commoner style, sometimes knotted at the back. He has grown a full beard, but appears to keep it sculpted as he knows his profession is mystifying enough to concern nobles and peasants alike, so he knows it is best to appear presentable and defensible rather than haggard and destitute. BACKGROUND: Heddwyn was, once upon a time, a well-regarded cleric within a neighboring province's capital. As a member of the lesser nobility, particularly the House of Brythendale, Heddwyn was educated at a university where he learned clerical knowledge with earnest interest. Magic and by extension Medicine were very esoteric fields and were not as described like ancient myths. The ideas of wizards and sorcerers were tales of antiquity and many within the bourgeoisie doubted if any such tales were true. After all, within the many provinces magic is not what it was perceived to be. In Heddwyn's case this was also true of medicine. While he was educated of talismans and other such things, his main academic instruction was of magical reagents of healing and the precision of surgeries and the knowledge of ailments and plague. Clerics were doctors, not wizards. In time, Heddwyn would take this knowledge to good use. His innate desire to help people and mend the sick ruled his will. However, as luck would turn out such noble goals were not so easy to obtain. The first years of Heddwyn's life was full of ambition. He worked alongside more learned alchemists and surgeons for much of his twenties. As things came to be, he was fairly well accomplished, having proved to himself an avid learner and skilled surgeon. He had found love and marriage, but ultimately things began to spiral. His devotion to the medical craft had earned him prestige, but he was mostly studying rather than helping. His surgeries were often for minor cases and afforded to higher nobility and well-off merchants. It wasn't an ideal situation. He kept to his denomination, devoted to his craft. He was embittered, but he had responsibilities; or he did. When his wife died and he was left with a daughter, things began to come into greater perspective. It was then he decided he needed to find himself. After placing his daughter's education and care in the hands of his aging father. It was selfish, but his wife dying gave him opportunity. It was here at twenty-seven years of age he decided he needed to travel and to see about helping the men and women on the path. He had been trained in swordplay as a youth when he squired for a noble knight, so he had plenty means to defend himself after the caravan took him across the realm. Some years later he arrived in Feros. He's been working in the province ever since. With a great beast bringing a new crisis while Heddwyn was working in a small village, the middle-aged cleric has decided that such an investigation would be necessary. He was no monster slayer, but he was the smartest man in Feros as far as he was concerned. The beast needed to be dissected, but more importantly it could not be allowed to endanger any more innocent lives. Non Sibi Sed Omnibus. MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast, or die trying. GEAR: - an iron arming sword, for practical defense and appearances. - a singular iron dagger of clerical denomination - a small set of essential medical tools and bandages - an enchanted talisman that has one charge of magical orientation per day - a bedroll and mess kit for travel rest - three days amount of dried trail meats, bread, and fruit</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic's sleep went on surprisingly well, but that only was until something seemed to cause general alarm to those still awake and watching. It probably was more the disturbance in the night's remaining ambient light, caused by Mort's movements, then Ardonne's humble attempt to drag the man into some kind of conversation that triggered Talic's attention. With a groan that he let go while his consciousness still lacked the power to prevent him from doing so, he woke up. The first thing he saw were the stars, then the thin and black line between him and them that was the shaft of an arrow. As he was still lying on the ground, Talic's eyes rotated sideways in order to see more of its owner. It was Mort, but assuming that he wasn't the kind of guy to exercise his archery in the middle of the night the immediate question was obvious even to a drowsy mind: What was the threat ? He backtracked the arrow to its intented target which seemed to be some kind of animal at the rim of the forest. However it took several acts of blinking in order to get enough of the blurriness out of Talic's view to actually recognize it: a stag. "You aren't trying to hunt a stag while everyone's asleep, are you ?" Talic asked, sounding a little disgruntled. Only then he detected the webs between the stag's antlers and the general fact that something seemed quite strange about it. Could that be the beast ? Maybe, but even if it wasn't and there was only the potential that it could be it... wasn't it a little foolish to engage it while most of the party wasn't even conscious ? "Do you really think that's a clever move ?"</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike As Mort warned the group something was coming, Galia came to her senses quickly. Her heart began to race. Could it be helped that she only imagined the Beast itself making it's appearence? What a joy it would be to have this over early, instead of having it drag on for days, weeks, months. Though she knew in her heart that this would be going on for a while. Nonetheless, she quietly removed her covers and came into a crouching position, looking over the shoulders of her comrades to see the creature that had materialized out of the treeline. It's leering sneer caused Galia to tighten her jaw and raise her brow. Some unfortunate herbivore of nature twisted by the evil forest, no doubt. This wasn't the Beast. It couldn't be. Galia felt she would know it when she saw it. That there wouldn't be uncertainty. This was some corrupted minion of evil, it must be. A liason of despair. It was watching them. Here to intimidate. She wondered of it's intelligence, of it's sapience, whether it was possible for it to be malicious or if it was just an empty-headed construction of muscle and flesh piloted by insticts far beyond it's own limited comprehension. It was impossible to know. "It won't come out here. We're still in Fero." Galia reassured her companions. Her minds eye flashed to the stacks of superstitious stones the villagers had piled alongside the road to mark their border and stave off sinister forces. They must be doing something, yes? Or, at least, they are correlated to the end of the Beast's territory, if not the causation itself. The Beast, for all her desire to destroy it, had never left it's forest. It's territory was clearly marked. It had drawn a line in the sand, and had never crossed it in Galia's ten years here in Feros Province. So what was this? A scout? A messenger? There was no way to know! How could this damned forest get inside her head when she hadn't even entered it yet? Cursed creature. Galia slowly gripped the sheathe of her sword and wrapped her strong fingers around it's polished wooden handle, preparing to summon it's steel at a moment's notice.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel Well ... he'd be damned. After all these years, after everything he'd seen, Zahir had long since stopped contemplating if things could surprise him and yet ... as that stag stood there watching, everything about it's ghostly movements screaming of something not of his world, he couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of surprise. Deep down within the old man something stirred, an old beast long since tamed and forgotten, the part which training had mostly helped settle. It was faint and he would never admit this to someone else, but the sight excited him, ever so slightly, but the sensation was still there. Damn! How long had it been since he'd felt like this? The feeling of standing on the edge of something far bigger than oneself, facing something wholy inchomprehensable? Yet just as it was stirring, the voices beside him spoke up. They weren't directed at him in paticular and nor was it any certain phrase ... It was just their presence that broke down the barrier. Once again he was an old guard, sitting on watch with a small group of travellers. People he'd promised himself he'd do his best to protect. So for the moment he set down his desire, pushing the beast back into it's cage. Zahir needed to be ready for whatever this thing was ... whatever it was planning. If it was going to take the time to study them, then he was going to use that time too. So the old man just continued to sit there, watching the stag, listening for anything else in the forest moving closer. Was this really the limit of the beasts territory? Could it not go further or did it choose to stay within it's limits? There was a clear inteligence behind the thing and that was good. Intelligent creatures tended to have plans ... he just needed to figure out what it's was before it could eliminate them. After all ... how hard could that be?</s>	<\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "It's a strange creature." Heddwyn muttered, as his eyes looked to the night sky. "It defies all expectations, it seems." Were their minds playing tricks on them? It was a question that Heddwyn asked himself as he tried to keep at attention, the creature skulking in the shadows of the forest. He wondered when it would cut its games, but he knew that these sort of mind games were sensible. If it had a human intelligence it would know it outnumbered and want to keep its targets exhausted should they choose to pursue it. His eyes had caught its visage from the woods and while it sent a chill down his spine it also confounded a cleric's curiosity. He was in disbelief that a stag was the creature that had imposed itself upon Fero for all these years, but here it was, being just that. Either that or it was a trick of the mind. A trick that had fooled the entire group. "Don't exhaust yourself. Panic results in foolish impulses. This animal is a predator, not prey."</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival. The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road. "It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that." Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly. "We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened." She glanced back towards the woods. "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne For a moment Ardonne's bow lowered in recognition of Zahir's cautious approach before it - and the group as a whole - was forgotten completely. The youth was transfixed by the low, reverberating bellow coming from the swampy darkness of the woods. Her eyes strained for a glimpse, her breath went shallow, neck craning, pulse fluttering at her wrists and jawline before her lips curled up with enthusiasm. A breathless chuckle escaped without warning. She was distracted from her reveries when Galia called out to her and listened with a reinvigorated eagerness. She swung the bow to point into the woods. "There's your beast, brave hunters!" she hollered back, drunk on adrenaline. "Within earshot! If you're quick you can catch it before dawn!" Her challenge rattled through the cairns. She waited for no answer, merely hesitating where she stood before putting her arrow away and trotting up to the assembly of people by the road. At a closer glance, Ardonne was undeniably the youngest of the group. No doubt she was half Galia's age, a quarter of Zahir's and remarkably swift and light on her feet in her approach. She wore no armour and only had fifteen arrows to her name along with the barest essentials. She was lean and cruelly built with an upturned nose and all the hot-blooded arrogance of youth radiating off her in droves. Her clothes were baggy, plain and pragmatically chosen for camouflage, and yet...they didn't seem to fit her. Strips of leather and twine kept them from hanging off her body and getting caught on bristles and branches. Even up close she was incessantly restless. Her pale watery glare flitted from face to face, belt to belt, absorbing the collected party in glimpses and grimaces. It rested on Mort with recognition as she scratched her scalp and scrutinised the way he had aged. "Do you plan to wait 'till morning?" she asked, directing it to him but leaving it open for discussion.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale The girl was young. Had she been a boy Heddwyn believed she would have likely lacked hair on her chest in both the figurative and literal sense. Curious. He wondered how good she was with that bow of hers. Heddwyn knew the group they had, of six, was a decent amount and there was a few men and women among them that looked well readied to the task. Heddwyn was sure the group took him for an unarmored swordsman given his garb was merely fitted with leather straps, a gambeson, and cloak. It was hardy enough and kept the middle-aged cleric light on his feet. Given the mud and brush they would be walking through heavy armor would have been a mistake and Heddwyn didn't desire to spend the coin to get such a thing. His coin was better suited to the alms of the poor and his own necessities, after all. He did wonder how they would all operate. With two distance fighters, himself a cleric of median skill with a sword, and the others who looked more like close quarters combatants, it did seem they would be able to handle whatever the beast was should they approach the creature carefully. Heddwyn had heard a handful of rumors about it. And it had been years since its initial appearance yet nobody really knew anything concrete. Anything scientific. It was a curious thing. He ran his hands through his cloak, tightening it firmly before commenting in a less cryptic, philosophical manner. "Yes, I do believe it wise for us to gather and make camp. At least until the venture begins." He took a glance toward the female whom had taken the role of leader with little reluctance. "Understanding one another is vital to our survival and the beast's end."</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic would have been much of a fool not to anticipate the event of everyone having to introduce himself. He would have been even more of a fool not to think of a cover story for himself -- just in case any of his listeners would get second thoughts upon hearing the truth and come to the conclusion that trying to denounce him might bring more coin for less risk than trying to slay the beast. He still would have revealed his true name and origin since it was quite probable that someone recognized him anyway, but the explanation of his presence here would have been a well-prepared lie. For many more ordinary people the noble families of the Citadel were a society whose members were eager to prove themselves towards each other even if it was potentially life-threatening, so claiming that he had been given the task to slay the beast for the sake of Rastoch glory would have been plausible. He had already proven to the public that he wasn't good at jousting, so why not try to restore his family's honor by proving that he was a good hunter ? All irrelevant now, at least for the moment. Talic's plan was on the verge of derailing silently already. It had been a fluctuation in the corner of his eyes at first, something easily to discard. Then however the other people around him started to turn heads and even called out for someone. Then he saw her, too: A young woman, almost looking like a girl... and she had a bow. A rapier had been plugged into Talic's own hands when they had been a fraction of their current size already, so an armed youth could not be a big surprise to him normally. The circumstances weren't normal in any way though as he had serious concerns about his parent's actions back home. Was she a one-woman killing squad on a manhunt for him who simply had failed to avoid discovery more thoroughly ? It would have explained her diving into the dangerous forests without insinuating her being crazy... Talic went on red alert. He tried to duck and cover behind the stone cairn that happened to be adjacent to the small gathering, however his ludicrous size was anything but helping with that. His hand reached for one of his spears and formed a tight grip around it. These things were not only good for stabbing, they could also be thrown. A not so conventional weapon like a bow with much less range, much more limited ammunition and lower speed, but with an impact that was very significant even if not conducted by someone of his stature. He'd not allow himself to be killed that easily even if that meant behaving much less relaxed than anyone else! Even he could see that his first thought had been erroneous soon though. An assassin would not reply to any kind of conversational attempt, but instead either try to get the job done or abort. That didn't mean that he would not have to watch her more closely though, if not for the sake of his own safety then for the sake of preventing her obvious hot-headedness cutting her life very short. Believe it or not but at least some nobles even had compassion for other people and Talic's stomach cringed upon seeing just how carelessly she kept shouting at the party. Was it really that difficult to understand that making loud noises on purpose had great potential to either attract or shy away whatever entity had just roared in the depths of the forest ? The attractive potential appeared even more critical to Talic as he agreed with Heddwyn. As much as he would have liked to get out of damn Fero as quickly as possible as much did he have to admit that even his resources were limited. "I think he's right. I at least could use a bit of sleep and I doubt that tired eyes will improve anyone's aim with a bow either. So why not stop holloring, calm down and arrange for a camp while we still can ? Preferably not right at the rim of the forest maybe..." There was no real intention of Talic to make himself sound demanding or even just 'significant' in any way, but he also could not avoid that his voice was very dark and no less chesty.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s>
<\|description\|>Talic Rastoch GENDER: Male AGE: 32 APPEARANCE: Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth. BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No! For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently. One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice. Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night. Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever. MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece. GEAR:* Long spear (can also be thrown) * A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages * A coil of climbing rope * Bedroll and mess kit * Water, breat and salt meat for half a week</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s>	<\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic's sleep went on surprisingly well, but that only was until something seemed to cause general alarm to those still awake and watching. It probably was more the disturbance in the night's remaining ambient light, caused by Mort's movements, then Ardonne's humble attempt to drag the man into some kind of conversation that triggered Talic's attention. With a groan that he let go while his consciousness still lacked the power to prevent him from doing so, he woke up. The first thing he saw were the stars, then the thin and black line between him and them that was the shaft of an arrow. As he was still lying on the ground, Talic's eyes rotated sideways in order to see more of its owner. It was Mort, but assuming that he wasn't the kind of guy to exercise his archery in the middle of the night the immediate question was obvious even to a drowsy mind: What was the threat ? He backtracked the arrow to its intented target which seemed to be some kind of animal at the rim of the forest. However it took several acts of blinking in order to get enough of the blurriness out of Talic's view to actually recognize it: a stag. "You aren't trying to hunt a stag while everyone's asleep, are you ?" Talic asked, sounding a little disgruntled. Only then he detected the webs between the stag's antlers and the general fact that something seemed quite strange about it. Could that be the beast ? Maybe, but even if it wasn't and there was only the potential that it could be it... wasn't it a little foolish to engage it while most of the party wasn't even conscious ? "Do you really think that's a clever move ?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zahir Rahel GENDER: Male AGE: 64 APPEARANCE: Zahir never show his face, hiding it behind an old and battered mask. Infact the only bit of skin that is visible is a patch of dark skin on his wrists. A detail that practically stands out between the fading crimson of his old military uniform and a pair of greying gloves. Nothing can be seen of his legs, hidden away behind leather armour and boots. BACKGROUND: Zahir was born far away, in a kingdom beyond the borders of this one. A place he hardly mentions, nor one those who've known him long enough ask him much about. All they do know is that he was a soldier there, one who served a long time on the battlefield, judging by the age of this man. Then 10 years ago he arrived in the Fero province, practically in the same outfit he now walks about in. For the last 10 years he's lived as a guard in a small town nestled within a forest, helping keep its streets safe. Despite initial misgivings about the man and his outlandish appearance, he has grown to be a well liked figure among the locals. His mask provides an odd familiarity and steadiness to it, that everyday he's still there helping to look after the place. Few bother to ask him about his past anymore, knowing that whatever answer he does give will be vague and contradictory, though some persistent kids still hope one day he'll tell them the full truth. Infact now the question he gets asked more than any other is "When are you gonna settle down? Stop being a guard?" He's yet to give an answer. Still the old guard continues to patrol, doing whatever he can to stay in shape and protect the people of the Fero Province. Now he has heard the news of the beast and against all common sense saying otherwise has gone off to slay the creature, hoping that he can help those doing the same task to stay alive. MOTIVATION: To slay the beast and protect the others doing the same. GEAR: An old + battered copper mask he never takes off A fading guards uniform Worn leather armour A small buckler shield he attaches to his back A short arming sword he carries by his waist</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman The horizon was going orange, the sky a deep royal blue and its clouds pink and purple. It would be a beautiful sunset over the western mountains, but today Mort wouldn't be watching it. Instead he kept his eyes ahead, fixed on the fields, slopes, stones, and trees that stood between him and the Northern Road. He took each step one at a time, moving deliberately and forcibly. Part of him wanted to turn back, and it spoke with a loud voice. Walking northward was nothing new, but today that woeful part of him knew it was being dragged somewhere it did not want to go. Like a cat into a bath, it struggled to escape, but Mort willed himself onward. That same voice, with its dulcet tones urging reason and caution, had saved his life twice. But these days he no longer felt alive. Most every day for ten years Mort had at least glimpsed that setting sun, marking the end of another twenty-four hours for Fero Province. For a time each day felt like an achievement, a token of survival at the expense of those hunting him. Just living felt like a rebellion against corruption, against the cruel few that wanted him dead. He enjoyed the peace and plenty of the province, growing close to its residents and living his life, thinking of the deadly presence that lurked outside the borders a welcome barrier against the outside world. He hunted game, lent his strength to construction, and taught the young ones how to shoot. But after a time that existence ceased to satisfy. The same old fruit, the same old vegetables, the same old faces and places. What once brought him joy and fulfillment turned to ashes in his mouth. His body wasn't made for standing still after all. He'd had enough of it. He needed to wander. But no matter how many times he thought about leaving, he remembered the slaughter, and he stayed. Ten years was a long time. He traced every corner of the province, scouring every yard until nothing new remained to him. Then, he languished. He drowned the spirit that starved for roaming and adventure with far more tangible spirits, and drifted apart from his friends. He never went bad, or slothful, but then again he never went anywhere. This, he came to know, wasn't living. That was why this time he would not turn and run. Lost in his thoughts, the bowman only discovered how far he'd come when he spotted the first cairn. With a start he realized that he already stood close to the edge, the brink between Fero and the Northern Road. Behind him lay survival, but ahead lay life. Or death. Mort looked around. Just one fellow member of the expedition seemed to precede him, a brown-haired woman in leather adorned with plating. Fero managed to be a large enough region that not everyone knew everyone, but in his isolation Mort made it a point to at least meet everyone interesting. The call of the nobles of the Pigeon Capital hardly constituted the first time embarking northward crossed Mort's mind. All those who might serve as reliable allies on any hypothetical expedition piqued his interest, and this one Mort knew. Gallia. Not a sociable woman who disclosed much of her past, but nobody could see her and not presume she'd been fighting from a young age. Though a mercenary like him, he mostly hunted beasts and ran security, while she spilled the blood of men on real battlefields...over a decade ago, at least. As far as Mort knew, that longsword on her back had been collecting dust the whole time the Beast's reign of terror lasted. In a place like Fero that nobody could either leave or enter, fighting turned out to be a distinct rarity. Mort kept himself sharp by hunting, teaching, and diligent training, having never put the thought of fighting a way out of Fero from his head, but Gallia? Could she even slay a bear? With a grunt, Mort stepped forward to stand level with her, facing northward. Well, he didn't need her to slay the Beast, or even a bear. Just to forge bravely onward and stick in the Beast's jaws long enough for him to plant an arrow in its eye. He glanced at the bow he held, used now as an impromptu walking staff. Blackeye Longbow. Though long kept and lovingly maintained, it carried no grandiose name earned from some battle, or other ornamentation to hint at a past, just a brief description of its function. Like himself. Mort also looked around, seeing nobody else gathered. Some expedition. No caravan, no carriage, no horses, not even a wheelbarrow. Would an official from the Capital even show up? Fat chance. Mort doubted the nobles putting him up to this even went to the trouble of learning their newest toadies' names. After all, why spare the effort after all this time, all those disappearances? Nobody believed they could do it, that they could slay the Beast. Did he, even? Mort gave a heavy sigh. Well, hopefully more people appeared soon. Two didn't make for much of a party.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Three didn't make much more of one, either. Heddwyn Brythendale stepped forward from the mess of brush and stone, as geared up as he could've been. In his experience, hunting parties were rather straight forward and when he was asked to join them in the last half-decade he most often operated as an adviser rather than an active participant. Generally, it made a modicum of sense. Heddwyn's swordplay was average at best and when he started his self-pilgrimage some years ago he had been rusty. The first bandit he encountered he barely survived. He was no master of gauging a bandit's capabilities, but had Heddwyn been the plucky squire he was before aspiring to a clerical vocation he would've probably came out of it with less scars to show for it. Perhaps it was the gods above who guided him, or maybe his ancestors that allowed him to be still standing in the current day. Maybe some fae spirit blessed his family, or more likely he was just fortunate to be lucky. Whatever the case, it had been an interesting life living away from the big cities and chattering nobility. Peasant-folk were far easier to deal with, and perhaps it was a reason he had stayed in a particular village in Feros a little longer than he originally intended. As the brown-haired cleric moved forward on the path, his thoughts finally no longer distracting him he came upon two other members. The frontliners, he supposed, noting the appearance of a brunette woman of a martial vocation and what appeared to be some kind of hunter. He was sure this would not be enough to defeat a great beast, so he figured he just happened upon the group as it was forming as they anticipated the others to follow. He was disappointed with himself lacking the initiative to arrive first, but he doubted he would outpace those overeager to slay a beast that had caused so much misery. There was a lot of prestige and coin in it, after all. "Day turned to night, his friends scatter and death thought it had won. But heaven just started counting to three." He mused, as he took his place among the two, quoting an old verbiage before moving into a more informal greeting. "I certainly hope others are on their way."</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch The further away Talic had gotten away from the Citadel, the more surprised the ex-noble had become. He had expected his humongously large feet to take a bath in mud mixed with remainders of grass right now, but instead they were treading on a neatly arranged section of pavement still. Slowly it dawned upon him that the average capital citizen's opinion about the remote north regions might not exactly be up-to-date if one wanted to wrap it in nice words, or rather shamelessly ignorant if one insisted on being blunt. It was a nice surprise: Maybe this would be over quicker and easier than he had anticipated ? Or probably not... He had seen one of those stone cairns before, but the fact that the neatly paved road seemed to end just behind this one was a clear sign that he had indeed reach the very northern border of the province. So yes, this still had its full potential to become a long, dirty and no less dangerous crawl. Talic twisted his head, checking his rear before checking who was already waiting in front of him and noticing with pleasure that noone was to be seen behind him anywhere. Had they already found out ? Had they already organized a manhunt and had it already gotten on his tracks ? Those kind of questions had been roaming in Talic's head for days by now and, while he wasn't pissed off by them, he'd be glad for some fresh thoughts for sure. Talic's problem was that he was easily recognizable even in the middle of a crowded marketplace. Any spy hired to hunt him down probably would have an easy game jumping from place to place and just asking the same set of questions: 'Did you happen to see a walking tower ? Like this big, maybe ? Yes ? Where did he go ?'. For this reason he had went cross-country for the major part of his journey so far and it even seemed to have worked: Nobody in front of him looked like a hired killer as well. Well... at least not a killer hired against humans anyway. His eyes jumped from face to face, briefly inspecting everyone waiting. A woman with hair even longer than his and a set of improvised looking armor... a lucky one, given that almost everybody else didn't seem to have even that. A burly man with a bow... Why did he use it as a walking stick ? Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Last but not least another male, a swordsman it seemed. One brief glance at his face already told a story about having been lucky at least once in his life. So these would be his companions either until the other side or until death. A slight shiver ran down Talic's spine at the thought of the latter possibility. "Greetings!" he stated, trying to avoid anything that could hint at his noble origin. There was no point in making a point out of it. Talic then positioned himself at the wayside next to the others, wondering if they were waiting for anybody else to come.</s>	<\|message\|>Zahir Rahel For not the last time on his trip up north Zahir asked himself what the fuck he was doing this far out. This wasn't part of his original promise, hell it wasn't part of any promised he'd ever made. He should be back "home" guarding that safe little village, making one or two more rounds before the night claimed what was left of the days activity and then it could be just him and the few other guards sitting around that old campfire by the main gates. Even now he wondered just how old that thing was, how many generations of guards had sat around it and drunk the cold nights away in friendly silence. After all he was the oldest guard there and even he didn't know when it had first been set down. Despite the fact he'd never really told any of his fellow guards much, if at all, he still really did like them. They drank with him and rarely spoke much, maybe that was why he liked them so much. As he walked, he could feel a faint twinge in his right arm, a small dull pain which washed up the length of his limb before fading away again into miriad of other senses which assailed his body. Maybe he really was too old for this sort of stuff, maybe he really should have stopped when he'd first had doubts, back at that chipped bit of wood masqurading as a sign. When he got back he was really gonna have to do something about that, maybe make it another little project to busy up his day... But no ammount of thoughts about little village signs and the best ways he could repair them was going to distract him from the real reason he was putting his life on the line. Other idiots would almost certainly have heard of this beast and try to go after it and while he couldn't stop every fool who charged into stupid situations. He could still help those in situations he knew about. One of these days it was gonna get him killed, leastways, that's what everyone else kept telling him. Still he'd made it past sixty years and if that didn't earn him the right to indulge himself now and then, what would? Still the North Road lay ahead and with it, the others who'd decided to undertake this expidition. --- He was one of the last to arrive, that he was certain of, unless there was a host of other recruits hidden over one of those wind-blasted hills. Ahead stood a few other figures, all younger than him, which he supposed was probably for the best. A whole team of old adventuerers who's top speed wasn't what it once was probably wouldn't be the greatest for running down some monster. Zahir was in his own way, rather amused to see that most of the currently gathered group looked to be about half his age, maybe more in the case of that bowman. He'd certainly expected younger minds to be attracted to this kind of danger, this group certainly looked less like the thrillseekers he'd been expecting. Then again he really shouldn't be that surprised, everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do, he knew that well. At least a gathering spot meant he could stop for the moment and with a sigh of relief he swung his little satchel, carrying all his essentials like food, water and bedding to the ground. A second later he was raising a hand in greeting and putting on his most welcoming tone, knowing that his mask at first glance rarely got the warmest of greetings. "I see I'm not the first, which all things considered is probably a good sign. I presume we're all here to pursue that creature, if so I must be thankful for finding myself in such good looking hands."</s>
<\|description\|>Zahir Rahel GENDER: Male AGE: 64 APPEARANCE: Zahir never show his face, hiding it behind an old and battered mask. Infact the only bit of skin that is visible is a patch of dark skin on his wrists. A detail that practically stands out between the fading crimson of his old military uniform and a pair of greying gloves. Nothing can be seen of his legs, hidden away behind leather armour and boots. BACKGROUND: Zahir was born far away, in a kingdom beyond the borders of this one. A place he hardly mentions, nor one those who've known him long enough ask him much about. All they do know is that he was a soldier there, one who served a long time on the battlefield, judging by the age of this man. Then 10 years ago he arrived in the Fero province, practically in the same outfit he now walks about in. For the last 10 years he's lived as a guard in a small town nestled within a forest, helping keep its streets safe. Despite initial misgivings about the man and his outlandish appearance, he has grown to be a well liked figure among the locals. His mask provides an odd familiarity and steadiness to it, that everyday he's still there helping to look after the place. Few bother to ask him about his past anymore, knowing that whatever answer he does give will be vague and contradictory, though some persistent kids still hope one day he'll tell them the full truth. Infact now the question he gets asked more than any other is "When are you gonna settle down? Stop being a guard?" He's yet to give an answer. Still the old guard continues to patrol, doing whatever he can to stay in shape and protect the people of the Fero Province. Now he has heard the news of the beast and against all common sense saying otherwise has gone off to slay the creature, hoping that he can help those doing the same task to stay alive. MOTIVATION: To slay the beast and protect the others doing the same. GEAR: An old + battered copper mask he never takes off A fading guards uniform Worn leather armour A small buckler shield he attaches to his back A short arming sword he carries by his waist</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s>	<\|message\|>Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia had nodded at everyone one at a time. They looked experienced. A bowman, a cleric, a spearman, and a masked man. They all looked capable enough. However, the fact of the matter is that no one here has had any real combat experience for the last ten years, and appearances could be decieving. They could all be wormfood within the next few days for all she knew. But Galia wasn't going to die, she was going to win. There was no other option other than coming out of that forest alive. Perhaps the others here had nothing to lose or everything to gain, but Galia had everything on the line. If she failed...she couldn't fail. "My name's Galia Guardstrike," she said, voice low and hard, glaring at the North Road. "My goal is to kill the Beast, and collect the reward. I'm not leaving the North Road until I do." Galia held the handle of the sheathed sword at her hip. Her fingers impatiently tapping the wood in a wave pattern, the steel pommel glowing dimly in the light of evening sun. Galia didn't mind repeating herself for whoever else came. Her name would ring of it's given nature, not one chosen by parents or by oneself, but one earned through combat. A title of mercenary making. There wasn't much else to say, not yet, anyway. She did recognize some of them. Mort, the hunter. Zahir, the guard, with that funny little mask of his. She had seen him, as Eleanor had dragged the Practicioners around Feros Province, and that little town he protected spoke fondly of him. The others she didn't recognize, but Feros Province was a bigger place than one might imagine. She had come to see it has home. Infact, Galia hoped to spend the rest of her life here, once this was all over. Feros Province wasn't the problem. The North Road was.</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale "Aye, the beast has to go." Heddwyn uttered as he looked over the woman. She was fierce. Strong-willed. He had known many like her in his time away from his daughter as he walked the low roads throughout the province. He hadn't heard her name in his travels, but that didn't mean she wasn't important. Her surname did seem strange to him; the kind of name someone would create for themselves, but etymology was sometimes strange, it could've been a proper surname for all he knew. It was a large and peculiar world. "If introductions are in order, I'd be Heddwyn." He decided to not lead with his own surname. House Brythendale wasn't a large house nor one native to the people of this particular province. Besides, he liked blending in among the commonfolk. His eyes moved toward the huntsman and the others who had arrived after him, curious about their own names. Perhaps they would share vocations, but he imagined they would have much time to talk once the sun set. They would need to make camp soon enough. The woman who took stance to be the leader of the group did not seem the type to want to waste daylight.</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne "No, no, I don't mean any offense," Petyr stammered, "It's just-...well, you seem a little old to be courting." Ardonne smiled weakly. She was taking her time with the meal - partially to amuse her benefactor and partially to savour what it was going to be like being in a nice warm tavern for the last time. There were plenty of last times today. Just that morning she hugged her mother for the last time... Ardonne looked away for a moment and busied herself with dinner. "My mother had to remarry first. I needed to support the family." She drank her ale and watched Petyr's expression for the crinkle in the brow, the grimace, the doubt...there wasn't any. He was genuinely curious. "Well, with me by your side you'll never have to worry about work again. I started looking into those books you like, too. There aren't many calligraphists in the province, but I was considering a wedding gift. Which tale was your favourite, again? The bear in the woods?" Petyr was a warm and personable man. For the fifth time that day Ardonne considered a life with him and took a deeper draught of ale to steady her resolve. It was bitter and room temperature. "Oh, you needn't do any of that. I'm simply content to move out of Bresh." It wasn't a whole lie. Ardonne emptied her bowl and her flagon and lingered over it wistfully. Last hot meal. All gone. "Oh but it'd be an excellent investment. You can read it to the little ones and when they're old enough they can pass it on to our grandchildren." Ah yes, there it was. Ardonne smiled blithely and rested her hand on her stomach, wondering if a human life felt like a full belly. Then again, she'd helped her mother birth her younger brother...it seemed more laborious than a heavy meal. She had finished her ale but the bitter taste revisited the back of her tongue at the mention of it. "Perhaps I can teach them how to shoot," she ventured out of curiosity. Petyr laughed. "If you still remember how by then! It'd be a good story for our son." Ardonne smiled blithely. It wasn't good enough. Petyr caught the dullness of her stare, the clenched jaw and the faraway expression. "Is your fever coming back, my sweet?" He asked nervously. "We don't have to rush anything. I promised your father two weeks, but I'm sure you can rest easy until you feel better." Ardonne bit down on the opportunity and dropped the act, expressing her fretful nerves and everpresent nausea. "Well, I did not want to impose upon you," she murmured softly, fidgeting with a lock of her hair and looking away from him. The merchant was keen to pander her. It would have been perfect. It should have been perfect, but Ardonne recoiled at the thought of a life with him. "Money is no object. Not when it comes to your health," he reassured her, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze. She wrapped her fingers around his. Last hand to hold. "Would you mind if I rested tomorrow? I want nobody to disturb me. Just...a loaf of bread, a pitcher of water. My stomach is-...unsteady." Not an entire lie either. Ardonne felt the bile ride again as she faced her decision as if it were inevitable fate. "Of course, my dove. Would you permit me to bring you to your chambers this evening? If I'm to be away from you for the whole day…" Petyr's smile was hopeful and mischievous and Ardonne's heart ached for him. It felt like a cruel twist of the knife to put him into such a situation. "Yes, but if you go any further than my door then I shall ride home to my father." Petyr's smile faltered and Ardonne cursed herself for being so steely. "I mean no disrespect, this is our first private outing. And I've heard such tall tales about some of the coarser village boys back home…" Petyr laughed and Ardonne exhaled in relief. "I'm no mere village boy, my dove! I shall fetch you your bread and water." Within the hour Ardonne had locked the door and barricaded it. She was staring at her naked body in the mirror. Last time she'd see her reflection. She took stock of what she had made of herself, poked and prodded her blemishes and got changed into her hunting gear. She checked her quiver. She packed her bread and poured her water. It was still light outside. She checked her belt and her field guide, fingers slipping absentmindedly over her real father's name in its browned ink on the contents page. "I'm so sorry," she croaked, looking for his ghost. The stress of it all made tears well in her eyes. She took a shuddering breath and stared at her face, willing herself to feel his hand on her shoulder, praying for a sign, anything…"I'm coming, dad. I'll be with you shortly." It was like all the tales. Sometimes there wasn't a happy ending... sometimes you just had to accept your lot. She wouldn't face it as a blubbering mess. In whatever lay beyond her life, she could sit and cry for millennia. For now, she wanted to do it on her terms. Stoic, calm, and ready for what lay beyond. After she passes those cairns she will step into the limbo between worlds and she will test her mettle until the bitter end. And who knows? Perhaps she'll find her way out, a changed woman ready to face the North and take no man's order and foster no squalling babes in her stomach. And if not... she'll see dad again. Ardonne only left once the smudges of orange had slipped below the horizon. It wasn't that hard to sneak out of the window, she'd been doing it for years back at her childhood home and Faro rural architecture was a fairly universal affair. What mattered now was making distance. They wouldn't be able to see much using torchlight but movement was quick to spot in one's periphery so she kept low and darted up towards the distant cairns, stopping only to crouch and hide behind an errant rock or the base of a tree. It was only as she made it to the edges of the woods that she noticed a group maybe a kilometre away, a little less, by the cairn adjacent to the one she was headed into. What the group saw was a dim figure jogging up and even slightly into the heavy canopy of the forest before it stopped and lingered by one of the trees, staring unabashedly towards the gathered bounty hunters with an indistinguishable expression - it was too dark. Ardonne thought fast. For one, there was no way anyone from the town over had noticed she was gone. Also... safety in numbers. She may be able to make some considerable distance if she travelled in a group. Then again, they may be guards patrolling the edges of the forest. They hadn't come to detain her yet...she started to panic. She wasn't expecting people to be as foolish as she was and she certainly wasn't expecting them to come armed and ready for a fight. Her flightiness kicked in as she hastily got her bow out, nocked an arrow, and fretfully skirted a little deeper into the beast's domain, watching to see what they'd do to her.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Now that he was actually giving himself a chance to rest Zahir was able to take a greater stock of the small collection of souls around him. At least they looked hardened ... well most of them did at least, which was another point for defying expectations. There was certainly so much more that he'd ever expected, which hopefully meant there would be a lot less work for him to do. Despite the fact he was still in good shape and totally unwilling to give up being a fighter, he did enjoy being able to take it slow every now and then. For now he was very content to let the rest of the group introduce itself and to be grateful for the mask that covered his face. For he knew he recognised the face of several here, like the warrior gal, though he believed that last time there'd been quite a few more people in her party when he'd seen her. The huntsman too he recognised, the man had skill, he remembered that much. But there were so many people who slipped by his little town for a day or two, so many different names and stories to remember that he had given up bothering to try. So it was with a contented little smile he recived those very helpful reminders. Well ... it seemed his companions were eager at least to get the task done, too eager in his opinion. Conviction was certainly one thing, but recklessness was another and in his experiance a blind devotion towards getting the task done often ended in serious personal risk. Had he been younger he'd have almost certainly blurted that out, probably to the detriment of team morale and cohesion, a true win before the hunt had even begun. But apart from all the dull aches and pains from old scars, his age had brought with it a sense of tact, or at least a greater one than his younger self. "Come now, are we really going to charge off into the beasts territory now? Won't you let an old man rest his bones for the night? It has been a long journey here and I'm not as young as you lot. One night of safety outside the beasts domain would not do us any harm." He wanted just a little bit more time, time that they could spend becoming a better team, or at least long enough for him to come up with a plan to ensure no one died. Any hopes of a quiet end to the night were dashed by the arrival of the sixth person, a girl far younger than the rest of the gathered adventueres, standing beyond any sort range in which he could make out identifying features. Not that it really mattered, he was watching a young person rush off into certain danger. "Fuck..." Gently he placed his sword on the ground and raised his arms into the air, attempting to communicate as best as possible, his lack of weapons. "She is ... if we let her stay there. Which I'm not." Slowly and with an even step he began to cross the empty stretch of land between the group and Ardonne.</s> <\|message\|>PCs The sky has begun to darken overhead, fringing a sickly purple like a bruise beginning to bloom. This is the hour children are called home and doors are locked tight. In the distance to the south a lone bell tolls, a common sound among the last scattering of hamlets and farmhouses along the outskirts. To the north, the silent woods loom, making an imposing blemish on the road ahead. They stand silent - some say no wind dares to whisper through those still leaves, but folklore will make stories of anything. Ardonne's careful retreat brings her closer to the Cullis Woods, her experience in hunting game guiding her footsteps a sight better than the average townsperson. Her footsteps on the even, grassy ground are quiet. One of Ardonne's heels finally edges into the long evening shadows cast by the skirting oaks. Something distinctly animal echoes out from the deeper woods. It's a lot like a bear, but not quite. No bear ever knew malice like that.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia nodded at Heddywn, then Bowman. She hadn't planned to be the leader, but she would accept. It didn't matter to her, someone could step up if they liked as long as they weren't ridiculous. She had experience leading a band of troops, though this sort was hardly what she was used to working with. It would have to be somewhere between controlling rowdy mercs and corralling soft-hearted doctors. But she was interrupted by what seemed to be yet another potential member of the group. A shadowy figure looking hesitant, and armed with a bow. Dangerous. Galia didn't bring her shield because it would only slow her down, and she figured the Beast didn't have arrows to shoot, and anything it could shoot would have be dodged rather than blocked. But a well placed arrow in the chest had the potential to penetrate armor. Galia stood and began to take a step in the direction of the new arrival. The sun was beginning to set, and a bone chilling noise swept from beyond the treeline. Galia bristled and stared back at the North Road. "It's suicide to go in alone; even I'm smart enough to know that." Galia called out from behind the masked man, letting her voice do the work rather than trying to approah. Galia had a hand on the longsword at her hip, her tone was cautious, stern, but not aggressive and the word choice was relatable. That was what she was going for, anyway. It was a bad habit to calculate her word choice as if striking at gaps in armor, but it was one she could never fully shake. It only stopped when she was around Elly. "We're hunting the Beast. No reason to be frightened." She glanced back towards the woods. "Well, maybe a couple reasons. But not of us."</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne For a moment Ardonne's bow lowered in recognition of Zahir's cautious approach before it - and the group as a whole - was forgotten completely. The youth was transfixed by the low, reverberating bellow coming from the swampy darkness of the woods. Her eyes strained for a glimpse, her breath went shallow, neck craning, pulse fluttering at her wrists and jawline before her lips curled up with enthusiasm. A breathless chuckle escaped without warning. She was distracted from her reveries when Galia called out to her and listened with a reinvigorated eagerness. She swung the bow to point into the woods. "There's your beast, brave hunters!" she hollered back, drunk on adrenaline. "Within earshot! If you're quick you can catch it before dawn!" Her challenge rattled through the cairns. She waited for no answer, merely hesitating where she stood before putting her arrow away and trotting up to the assembly of people by the road. At a closer glance, Ardonne was undeniably the youngest of the group. No doubt she was half Galia's age, a quarter of Zahir's and remarkably swift and light on her feet in her approach. She wore no armour and only had fifteen arrows to her name along with the barest essentials. She was lean and cruelly built with an upturned nose and all the hot-blooded arrogance of youth radiating off her in droves. Her clothes were baggy, plain and pragmatically chosen for camouflage, and yet...they didn't seem to fit her. Strips of leather and twine kept them from hanging off her body and getting caught on bristles and branches. Even up close she was incessantly restless. Her pale watery glare flitted from face to face, belt to belt, absorbing the collected party in glimpses and grimaces. It rested on Mort with recognition as she scratched her scalp and scrutinised the way he had aged. "Do you plan to wait 'till morning?" she asked, directing it to him but leaving it open for discussion.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel If there was one thing Zahir hadn't been expecting when approaching that girl, it was to practically be completely ignored. For her to run, or to attempt to fight, those were both eventualities he'd been preparing for and for the first time in a while he felt slightly confused. An emotion which while sharp and sudden faded quickly, as it became just one of many "firsts" he'd experianced over his life. At some point he'd just simply learned to accept that new things happened, he could never know everything. At the very least, the girl was safe for now, so in a roundabout way he'd succeeded in his objective. That thought brought a faint, fleeting smile to the lips hidden behind the mask, the kid hadn't died on his watch. Even better they seemed to have wandered over towards the party, adding one more to the number of people he could protect on this adventure. All that seemed left for him to do was wander lazily back to the group, picking up and sheathing his blade on the way. From the outside the old mans movements may have looked practically careless, ponderous even, but there was a certain attentiveness to him. He wasn't looking for the beast, that was true, not that looking was going to do much good in the dark, at least for him. Years of sitting happily by a campfire whenever it got dark has ruined much of his nightvision, no he was listening for it. After all if he was gonna sit around campfires for years making himself a target, he needed to hear if a danger was coming, cause they'd sure as hell see him first. That or hear a commanding officer over the yells of combat. That man ... Heddwyn, as he gave his suggestions Zahir nodded happily, he liked this man already. A nice rest would be welcome, give him a chance to rest. Of course, he'd take one of the watches, warm himself by a nice fire and get some drink in him. The wind would sting of course, but for the few patches which still felt anything it was a comforting sensation. "I agree with that, a nice protected spot. Though anywhere I could rest my bones would be welcome. If anyone wants a drink, I've got some in my pack I could share." He paused to smile briefly to himself, it would be nice to hear some new stories. "And if you're worried about taking watch, I can do plenty of it, it is my profession after all."</s> <\|message\|>Heddwyn Brythendale Heddwyn carefully listened to his new companions, though he couldn't help but find Talic's mention of sleep did cause the cleric to look at him a bit more quizzically. While Heddwyn thought it would be wise to prepare camp, food, and rest; scavenging about in the woods for the monster in the morning seemed a far cry. He doubted such a feat would be allowed if they were truly close enough to hear the bellows of its inhuman speech. In fact, the cry in the woods that sounded like the twisted creature they had been tasked to hunt threw the cleric's hairs on end. His face may not have showed it, but he was concerned. Especially so that they had volunteered a child into their midst. As their lead sharpshooter looked to procure an ideal site, Heddwyn kept a close eye on the forests, trying to pinpoint the relative direction the noisome sound had come from. It wouldn't be until another commented on the spot being fine enough that he diverted his attention back with a calm smile. The same man apparently had volunteered to take first watch, noting it had been his profession. Professions were an interesting base, and no-one's profession had been previously inclined. Heddwyn wondered if their curiosities would cause concern when they learned that his general combat experience was relatively small in comparison to theirs. Most of them were fighters and despite a formal education in swordplay, Heddwyn was certainly no veteran knight. His skill with a sword was tertiary at best, after all. He supposed such anxieties were normal, but he made it a priority not to mislead them just the same. "Let's make camp, then."</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the night descends and the unlikely hunting party settles down amid the stones, a lull falls over the Cullis Woods. For now, there is no more sound than the soft whisper of an uneasy evening breeze through the grass, and whatever conversation might be found around a makeshift firepit. The sky turns from purple to navy to black as coal, studded here and there with scatterings of stars where they peek through the clouds. All is as calm as any other night. A branch snaps, and some small creature (a squirrel, or a mouse) gives a short, muffled squeak of distress as its brief life is made briefer. This time, there's a sinister edge to the silence that wasn't there before. Those used to staying alert might find the hairs on the nape of their neck standing on end. The treeline is dark and inscrutable. Something is watching silently from the woods.</s> <\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne seemed moody, reticent and standoffish. In reality she was absolutely terrified. For one, she wasn't expecting to be delayed. She wasn't throwing furtive glances towards the border of the woods but rather the village she had come from, faint lantern lights in the windows and goodness knows how many searching eyes staring back in her direction. All it would take is one curious soul or one concerned maid for the town bell to start ringing and search parties to spread out and look for her. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest, looking away from the group and burying her nose and mouth in the crook of her elbow as she idly flipped the pages of her field guide resting on the grass near her hip. Her bow was propped against one of the rocks within arm's reach. She hadn't said a word since her companions foiled her suicide mission. At the moment, she was coming off as a belligerent little girl compared to the seasoned fighters flanking her.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman While Mort inwardly questioned the wisdom of allotting the group's youngest and most foolhardy member watch duty, it was neither his business to control Ardonne's affairs nor inquire as to what inner turmoil seemed to render her insomniac. Instead he allowed himself to drift off, uncommonly comfortable in and accustomed to the meager accommodations the wilderness provided. It would hardly be the first time he made the earth his bed and the night his sheets, and with any luck, he reflected as he dozed, it would not be his last. A little rest did not render him oblivious to the world, however. After some time passed, Mort stirred from his light sleep. Whether by chance, reaction, or some sort of instinct, he awoke to stare across the darkened landscape and into the pitch black of the Cullis Woods, where not even the faint, dreamy moonlight reached. A feeling in his gut told Mort that something or another was amiss. That sort of impulse didn't always tell him straight, not even most of the time, but long years and a good few scars taught Mort that he shouldn't let the rule mask the rare -and dangerous- exceptions. Besides, if ever there was a time to be cautious, it would be on the brink of the domain of the infamous Beast. Slowly, Mort slid up with his back to a rock, and focused. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the treeline, trying to make out every little variation in shape or color. He strove to tune out the wind and the rhythmic rustle of leaves in the canopy, listening instead for anything abnormal. A shuffling-aside of the underbrush, the creak of a branch that a weight settled upon, even the classic snap of a twig. Mort even took a few discreet sniffs, trying to parse the air itself for any hint of the extraordinary. A creature monstrous enough to tear apart entire squads of soldiers must surely be large and powerful, but he could not put aside the possibility of a silent killer, terrifying in the subtlety of its slaughter. Mort breathed deep, taking in the night.</s> <\|message\|>Talic Rastoch Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights. He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious. Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand. "What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>Ardonne GENDER: Female (she/her) AGE: 19 APPEARANCE: BACKGROUND: Daughter to a carpenter and a poet, Ardonne was steeped in the fantastical from an early age. She was one of the few girls in her hometown, the village of Bresh, to become fully literate before her tenth birthday; a precocious habit that stuck to her psyche like glue and became one of many damning marks against her. Her father needed a woodsman, not a daughter, and reared Ardonne as such. Her mother valued the virtues of femininity and oft imparted lectures and lessons to smooth the roughness of her eldest's character but only found purchase in deciding what Ardonne would read. Her weapon of choice in securing a steadfast daughter was the fairy tale and with it, the enchantment of the forest heightened to extremes. Ardonne never demonised the woods for taking her father at the tender age of twelve because of these tales. The wilderness and the thrill of its stalked borders fascinated the youth and became a symbol of escapism, of paternal guidance, and of immeasurable danger. In her father's absence, Ardonne brought hares and even the odd doe to the table. In the hardships of famine during winter she scraped the lichen off the cairns and chopped the firewood herself. She stared into the depths of the North road and waited to be acknowledged by its fearsome resident, figuring herself as less of a damsel and more of an errant knight. These fancies were dashed quite swiftly with her mother's remarriage and though Ardonne revelled in the beauty and allure of Bresh's transformation for a springtime wedding, the veneer faded into the tight grip of patriarchy. Her younger half-brother was the golden child and placed before her in most aspects of life. Ardonne started to find a bitter satisfaction in the sting of the false father's palm on her cheek because, to her, it signified a step in the right direction. Make no mistake - the villagefolk regarded the biligerent Ardonne as churlish, coarse, and airheaded. She was being stubborn for the sake of stubborn and chased her childhood to its ragged edges. She spent too long replicating her fairy tales and clutching to the ghost of a brave but foolish carpenter who underestimated the horrors in the woods and it was widely believed she'd go down the same path. What Ardonne perceived as mystifying solitude was simply her peers' aversion to her surliness. What she saw as daring skirmishes along the forest borders were dangerous and stupid forays into hostile territory. The only benefit to her gambols came in a sometimes bloodied burlap sack and went unacknowledged into the meals for a few days after, and her shirking of her familial duties resulted in the dictation of her future without her input as she was too busy traipsing in mud to notice. When Ardonne did notice - when Bresh readied itself for a grand springtime festival, her measurements were taken, and a middling merchant man often frequented her home - she took to her heels and found solace in the one place she'd always flown back to at the slightest instance of discomfort. Only this time, in her typical fashion, she submitted her fate to whatever lurked between the branches; wholly disregarding the very real and not-so-fantastical stories from whoever was lucky enough to crawl out of its murky depths. MOTIVATION: Some short weeks prior to the group's venture into the forest, Ardonne decided that she found death in the jaws of the Beast preferable to life in the arms of the Province. That said, her ambitious escape attempt is distorted and romanticised by her choice in literature; it is far more likely that her dreams will be met with a narrow escape or a rude awakening. GEAR: -A yew shortbow with a quiver containing 15 arrows. -A butcher's knife, wholly unsuitable for combat due to its one-sided sharp edge and utilitarian blunt-tipped shape, but heavy enough to be used to skin and dress animal carcasses. -A field guide for local fauna and flora in the Faro Province, dogeared and kept in a waterproof leather satchel on her belt. -A bedroll and mess kit. -Two flasks of water and a bag full of smoked rabbit, dried blackberries and chanterelle mushrooms. Chunks of stale bread.</s> <\|message\|>Zahir Rahel Zahir Rahel All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant. ... Well most of them at least. The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience. Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent. Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.</s> <\|message\|>Galia Wadewater Galia Guardstrike Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did. Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground. Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more. Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted. Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option. So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.</s> <\|message\|>PCs As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing. Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead. A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave. A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow. Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor. In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.</s> <\|message\|>Morton Bowman Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more. After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight. Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence. Until something moved. The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be? Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?</s>	<\|message\|>Ardonne "I am no idiot," Mort chastised Ardonne. "Fear keeps you alive." Ardonne cocked her head slightly, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought. She got the distinct impression that Mort wasn't too keen on having a conversation but...she had plenty to ask. Her gaze flickered away from him and back to her book. Her brow furrowed. She clenched her jaw and said nothing, and for a while left him to crane this way and that anxiously. Her fingers gently pressed into the smaller prints of her younger self left in the corners of the pages of her field guide. Her mouth formed the syllables of a two hundred page prayer that she knew cover to cover, bound tight, kept safe. For now, she settled into her comforting routine. "Something's coming," Mort hissed. Ardonne lacked the keenness of her companions but she felt it before she saw it. A peculiar wrongness that plucked at her nerves, made her alert. She raised her gaze beyond the scruff of a man to scan the horizon, not quite catching the shadow due to her own foolhardiness. She didn't want to come off as jumpy and...in a way, even she couldn't deny the superiority of everyone else gathered around her. When her eyes did adjust to the gloom she calmed somewhat. A goat or, more likely, a deer coming out to nibble the grasses. It had what appeared to be lace lichen across its antlers. Strange though, since that herb didn't grow anywhere near the province. "It's just a deer," Ardonne dismissed it but never took her eyes off it as it approached. It grinned at her. She grinned back. A whole cacophony of emotions hit Ardonne at once with such severity that her breath caught and released in a breathy chuckle of incredulity. She was elated to finally meet the murderer of her father, eager to get close, excited to toy with him long enough to be a memorable way to go...but fear overwhelmed her. She had a stubbornly powerful survival instinct and, to her credit, a sliver of common sense that she often chose to ignore unless something triggered her fight or flight response. Several theories ran through her head in tandem, a thundering mass of noise that occupied her consciousness enough to prevent her from running headlong into the beast and getting gored across the grass. First, Ardonne didn't want to die here. In fact, it had to be somewhere beautiful and far away from the province so they can't recover her body. Second, the beast didn't attack beyond the borders of his domain - at least, she thought he didn't. He must be incredibly bored and lonely in his woods. He probably wants to play with his food. Scaring it back into the valley would be counterintuitive. But then again... maybe he didn't care. Maybe he'd go so far as to attack in the night and drag everyone into the treeline. She just didn't know - it frightened her. It made her grin. This was going to be an exciting way out of a very boring decade of imprisonment! Ardonne carefully chose to ignore the smaller, more genuine voice - her own, rattling in the back of her head - telling her she was a fool and a hotheaded little brat trying to make a statement that nobody would care about when she passed. She was mesmerized by the beast but didn't make any move for her weapon. All she did was put away her field guide so it would rest comfortably next to her thigh when the beast decided to make a move.</s>
<\|description\|>Terry J. Campbell // loading personnel records // // Organisation Selected: Collective Federation Military // // SELECTED: EX-EMPLOYEE 375 \|\| Terry J. Campbell // Age: 32 Alias: Mars Status: Dishonorably Discharged. Wanted Criminal. Background: Terry J. Campbell was born ██ ██ 2444, at ███████ Hospital. His parents █████ and ███████ ████ offered the boy up for experimentation and grooming at the ████ ██████ Military Experimentation Labs. The boy was given the identity of Terry J. Campbell. // SPECIFICS REGARDING OPERATIONS AT ████ ██████ M.E.L. REQUIRES A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE // At the age EIGHTEEN, Terry J. Campbell was put in the field. Proving his worth in helping keep order on the streets. He would have been a great soldier if it were not for the ████ incident. // DETAILS PERTAINING TO THE ████ INCIDENT REQUIRE A HIGHER SECURITY CLEARANCE // After the aforementioned incident, Terry was recalled to the lab for adjustments. After being recalibrated and tuned up, he was sent on a secret assignment. // FOR MORE INFORMATION, REFER TO TEST #5 FOR PROJECT ██████ // After being betrayed, and hunted by project ██████, Terry J. Campbell defected to the Terrorist Organisation known as 'Olympus.' He has taken up the mantel of 'MARS.' Affiliation: 'OLYMPUS' // CURRENT INFORMATION REGARDING 'OLYMPUS' IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE // Capabilities: Often called the 'One Man Army' Terry J. Campbell is very skilled in several styles of combat. Favouring close to mid range combat, Terry is an adept hand to hand fighter, and proficient with knives and hatchets. His skill extends to throwing the melee weapons as well. As for weapons of choice, he typically utilises a pair of revolvers. One chambering HEIAP bullets, the other white phosphorus bullets. Though will use whatever shotguns and assault rifles he can get on the black market. Terry J. Campbell was a Praetor, and as such has all the Cybernetics and Armour that comes with that. // YOU DO NOT HAVE SECURITY CLEARANCE TO SEE PRAETOR SPECIFICATIONS // Directive: Terry J. Campbell is too dangerous to be taken alive. Shoot to Kill.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#001 Bacchus kong vaulted over a metal pipe smiling underneath his mask as the CF police chased after him. Doing a short walk run off a billboard Bacchus was able to get onto another building as he pulled out his rifle. His mission was to lead the police a bit aways from a surplus store so Olympus could gather some supplies they were running low on things to repair prosthetics and to make weapons. Bacchus's rifle wasn't too special just a plain assault rifle with a design of a grape vine on the sides . Firing off a couple of rounds at the Police Bacchus then turned and began to run across the rooftops with the Police in pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING.... REGINALD THOMAS "Time to do a little shopping..." Apollo chuckled to himself as he pulled the cargo truck into the loading area behind the surplus store. No gate. No guards posted. And now, thanks to Bacchus, no police within mile of the place. Everything was going so smoothly he wouldn't have been surprised if somebody left the back door wide open. He pulled the truck up to the loading dock. He could have used the scope focus on his visual sensor the determine to a centimeter the distance of the back of the truck from the dock, but he was proud of his driving techique to a fault. He prefered to use his standard visual setting if he had to be suited up. And if there was one thing he'd learned in Olympus, it was that you better be suited up when in the field. He parked at a good centimeter away and radioed the squad still in the back with a playful, musical tone to his voice. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here! Everybody's got their shopping list?"</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell Mars was sitting in the back of the truck. He checked the cylinders on both of his revolvers, double-checking they were clean and loaded. It was supposed to be clear, but he never went in without loaded guns. Mars holstered tHE revolvers, before tapping the side of his head. Activating his Holo-Lens. Bringing up a list of computer components and other whosits and whatsits. Mars had a bad feeling about this. It was a simple endeavour, Bacchus leads the police away, and the rest of them break in and rob the place for everything it's worth. This plan, of course, failed to account for local security and alarms/traps. Moving to the next screen on his Holo-Lens, he looked over the available schematics for the building. Trying to plan his route. That was when he felt the truck come to a stop. "We're here." He muttered to himself before the announcement came through. Being closest to the door, he stood up and rolled up the door. Tapping his Holo-Lens again to open the Comm channel. "We are good to go. I'll meet you all inside." He said stepping out of the back of the truck. Drawing the revolver loaded with Willie Ps, he moved off to the side. He was gonna find another way in. He didn't trust the back door being left unguarded.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. "Relax, Mars. All clear."</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#002 Once Bacchus had lost the police he ducked behind a air conditioner unit and smiled as he heard everyone on the comms. His eyes began to glow as he saw a holographic keyboard and screen come into his vision beginning to tap on the keys he backed into the stores databank and disabled the alarm and the few hidden cameras the store had. Bringing his finger up to this temple he nodded " can confirm the store is safe to enter cameras are down and alarm is disabled. " he said then got up and began to take a different way to the store.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana smiles. "Exactly what I said. Thank you, Bacchus." She observes from her perch, then jumps down from the building, and lands in a crouch. She creeps into the building, her bird glittering back to her.</s>	<\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell "I'll believe it when I see it." Technology could be fooled. Something about this whole thing felt wrong. He stopped. That was when he had a feeling. One of his implants. A pattern enhancer. It analysed everything that was going on and drew connections to give Mar's a heightened intuition. A trait that all Praetors possessed. It made them particularly good law enforcement officers. Made them hard to fool. "Bacchus, where are the Police that you were supposed to be leading away?" He moved to open a door but paused. His hand hovering over the door handle. "Something is very wrong. This is all too easy. When was the last time there was a store with everything we just happen to need, as well as it is unguarded?" He slowly opened the door and leapt to the side to avoid a shotgun blast targeted right where he was standing. He looked to see where it had come from, but couldn't see anything. He felt he knew where it came from, but there was nothing there. Firing his revolver where the shot should have come from, he saw something strange. The White Phosphorus round smacked right into something, or someone. The glowing white substance spread out over a cloaked figure. The figure shimmering back into view as they screamed as the round burnt through their armour and flesh. "Active Camo." Mars trapped his temple, triggering his Holo-Lens to cycle through various view types. "Trying to find a view that will detect them." Tapping his temple again, he opened a private channel Diana. "Next time you want me to relax, run a full spectrum scan. If you don't want to ride in the truck, the least you can do is make sure I don't walk straight into a shotgun blast."</s>
<\|description\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Age 19 Alias DIANA Status WANTED CRIMINAL... CURRENTLY IN HIDING Background NO INFORMATION Affiliation LAST SEEN COOPERATING WITH THE REBEL GROUP KNOWN AS "OLYMPUS" Capabilities * HIGHLY SKILLED MARKSMAN IN MOST KNOWN WEAPONS, INCLUDING, BUT NOT EXCLUSIVELY, FIREARMS * KNOWN THIEF * DEMONSTRATES KNOWLEDGE OF SURROUNDINGS * DEMONSTRATES SKILLS IN HAND TO HAND COMBAT * DEMONSTRATES PROFICIENCY IN SCRAP ENGINEERING Directive- HIGH-LEVEL MEMBER OF 'OLYMPUS'; BRING IN ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING IF POSSIBLE</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#001 Bacchus kong vaulted over a metal pipe smiling underneath his mask as the CF police chased after him. Doing a short walk run off a billboard Bacchus was able to get onto another building as he pulled out his rifle. His mission was to lead the police a bit aways from a surplus store so Olympus could gather some supplies they were running low on things to repair prosthetics and to make weapons. Bacchus's rifle wasn't too special just a plain assault rifle with a design of a grape vine on the sides . Firing off a couple of rounds at the Police Bacchus then turned and began to run across the rooftops with the Police in pursuit.</s> <\|message\|>LOADING.... REGINALD THOMAS "Time to do a little shopping..." Apollo chuckled to himself as he pulled the cargo truck into the loading area behind the surplus store. No gate. No guards posted. And now, thanks to Bacchus, no police within mile of the place. Everything was going so smoothly he wouldn't have been surprised if somebody left the back door wide open. He pulled the truck up to the loading dock. He could have used the scope focus on his visual sensor the determine to a centimeter the distance of the back of the truck from the dock, but he was proud of his driving techique to a fault. He prefered to use his standard visual setting if he had to be suited up. And if there was one thing he'd learned in Olympus, it was that you better be suited up when in the field. He parked at a good centimeter away and radioed the squad still in the back with a playful, musical tone to his voice. "Ladies and Gentleman, we are here! Everybody's got their shopping list?"</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell Mars was sitting in the back of the truck. He checked the cylinders on both of his revolvers, double-checking they were clean and loaded. It was supposed to be clear, but he never went in without loaded guns. Mars holstered tHE revolvers, before tapping the side of his head. Activating his Holo-Lens. Bringing up a list of computer components and other whosits and whatsits. Mars had a bad feeling about this. It was a simple endeavour, Bacchus leads the police away, and the rest of them break in and rob the place for everything it's worth. This plan, of course, failed to account for local security and alarms/traps. Moving to the next screen on his Holo-Lens, he looked over the available schematics for the building. Trying to plan his route. That was when he felt the truck come to a stop. "We're here." He muttered to himself before the announcement came through. Being closest to the door, he stood up and rolled up the door. Tapping his Holo-Lens again to open the Comm channel. "We are good to go. I'll meet you all inside." He said stepping out of the back of the truck. Drawing the revolver loaded with Willie Ps, he moved off to the side. He was gonna find another way in. He didn't trust the back door being left unguarded.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana crouches on a roof of a tall building nearby, her finger tapping impatiently on her arm as she waits for the signal. She had refused to ride with the others; crowded backs of trucks made her claustrophobic. Besides, from here she had a clear view of her colleagues and outward cameras and security. She flicks a finger and a mechanic bird flutters around the building, looking in. She taps her temple to comm with the others, her tone lightly teasing. "Relax, Mars. All clear."</s> <\|message\|>LOADING....SIMON [ERROR LAST NAME WIPED FROM DATABASE] Loading.....Bacchus Log#002 Once Bacchus had lost the police he ducked behind a air conditioner unit and smiled as he heard everyone on the comms. His eyes began to glow as he saw a holographic keyboard and screen come into his vision beginning to tap on the keys he backed into the stores databank and disabled the alarm and the few hidden cameras the store had. Bringing his finger up to this temple he nodded " can confirm the store is safe to enter cameras are down and alarm is disabled. " he said then got up and began to take a different way to the store.</s> <\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana smiles. "Exactly what I said. Thank you, Bacchus." She observes from her perch, then jumps down from the building, and lands in a crouch. She creeps into the building, her bird glittering back to her.</s> <\|message\|>Terry J. Campbell "I'll believe it when I see it." Technology could be fooled. Something about this whole thing felt wrong. He stopped. That was when he had a feeling. One of his implants. A pattern enhancer. It analysed everything that was going on and drew connections to give Mar's a heightened intuition. A trait that all Praetors possessed. It made them particularly good law enforcement officers. Made them hard to fool. "Bacchus, where are the Police that you were supposed to be leading away?" He moved to open a door but paused. His hand hovering over the door handle. "Something is very wrong. This is all too easy. When was the last time there was a store with everything we just happen to need, as well as it is unguarded?" He slowly opened the door and leapt to the side to avoid a shotgun blast targeted right where he was standing. He looked to see where it had come from, but couldn't see anything. He felt he knew where it came from, but there was nothing there. Firing his revolver where the shot should have come from, he saw something strange. The White Phosphorus round smacked right into something, or someone. The glowing white substance spread out over a cloaked figure. The figure shimmering back into view as they screamed as the round burnt through their armour and flesh. "Active Camo." Mars trapped his temple, triggering his Holo-Lens to cycle through various view types. "Trying to find a view that will detect them." Tapping his temple again, he opened a private channel Diana. "Next time you want me to relax, run a full spectrum scan. If you don't want to ride in the truck, the least you can do is make sure I don't walk straight into a shotgun blast."</s>	<\|message\|>CALLISTA METAXAS Diana growls. "There was nothing there. What vision can you see them with?" She taps her other temple changing her visual display. "Remind me to upgrade my drones when we get back. What do you see down there?" She cocks her sniping rifle and peers into the store.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Crime is an everyday occurrence. But here in the Big Apple, it seems to be much more than just a series of small, isolated incidents. It's apparent an organized element is at work and, at the moment, business is good. So good, in fact, there appear to be no eyewitnesses to any of these crimes. With complaints ranging, from purse-snatching, to breaking and entering, police switchboards have been swamped with the angry voices of more and more citizens, who have fallen prey to the recent surge that continues to plague the city..." The apple. The big old apple. Everything seems to never quiet down, or go dark, even after the sun goes down - hence the famous title as "the city that never sleeps". It was the time of the 90s, where records, surrounding crime, remained high. The city's reputation for chaos and disorder were jeopardizing the safety of the locals, to the point where it officially became part of daily life. The illegal drug trade flourished, murder rates soared, and the city was divided by gangs and syndicates. Not to mention that homelessness and the jobless was a serious concern, having to fill the streets, where not even people can evenly walk. "...merchandise of every size and description, from skateboards to stereo systems, has been disappearing from store shelves and storage areas at an alarming rate. Even the victims themselves rarely glimpse the thieves. Many don't know they've been victimized until it's too late. In fact, police have yet to come up with an eyewitness..." With April O'Neil's report on the same topic appearing on television screens daily, including the week before (and the week before that), it felt as if nobody could find control in the streets of the Big Apple. Not even the police didn't seem to care on what goes on around them. So, amongst the many, they had to cope and open up their awareness in the alleys and subways. That very same report came once more, as Jennifer walked by the screen that sat in the display case of a store. A pizza box in-hand, she headed towards the building, where she found solace, with another like her: Charlotte. Oddities appear in the city, all the time, but then, that one night changed her perspective entirely, having to be fused with another organism she recently came into contact with. It was only but a few months ago that Charlotte was found on the fire escape, one night, by the other teen - on the same night, where she found her to also be inflicted by the same mysterious substance that struck upon Jennifer, back at her job. The chances of being discovered for scientific purposes had to be on the down-low.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "She's talking about the Foot Clan again." Charlie said as her roommate walked in, eyes glued to the rabbit eared TV the two had. "Looks like they've struck again with stealing packages from cars, pickpockets, the usual street thieves stuff." She added before glancing at Jen. It was hard to believe their lives had changed so much after coming into contact with whatever made them into what they were now. "Thankfully nothing's come up about anyone seeing me swimming a few nights ago. I thought it was going to be the end for us; testing and everything." She said as she walked over to the kitchen to grab a couple of plates for them. "I know I have to be more careful, but it's New York! It's impossible for me to go swimming without being seen."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The Asian teen walked towards the entrance of the apartment building, and pressed the buzzer, hoping that Stacy would be able to know of her return. Since her tremendous transformation, and crossing paths with the younger brunette, the two girls decided to stick together, especially at night, when crime was at its worst. It was an instinct that she had - to protect, causing her to quit her current job, and find a smaller one, where it wouldn't make her seem suspicious; all for the sake of her shrouding their secret, and prevent further harm. It was really a few months, after they met, that they have been sticking to each other by-the-hip, like two friends adopting each other, like sisters. It was a small family, she and Charlotte; one that was formed, out of their own shared differences and similar interests. Even if she had to take Charlotte for a midnight swim, Jennifer was always there. Making her way up to the room that she and the other teen shared, only about a good few floors above ground level, she opened the door with her key. Jennifer smiled to herself the second she heard the sound of her brunette roommate. Things have been rather grim when she was on her own, before she met Charlotte. Of course, after having to find some common ground, there wasn't much for the Asian teen to rely on, other than the girl that she now shares an apartment with. Placing her key into the bowl that was next to the door, Jennifer spun the box on her finger and giggled. However, she immediately got serious once she mentioned about the state of things outside. "I haven't been jumped yet. But everything seems to have quieted down. At least, for now", Jenni said, having to hear the sound of April continue ringing through the room, as she helped prepare their plates. "...crimes without criminals? An invisible gang at work? Who are we going to call? Unfortunately, the police are the only ones available to combat what some are dubbing 'the silent crime wave'. But perhaps the most disturbing silence...is that coming from City Hall. April O'Neil, Channel Three Eyewitness News..."</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah...for now." Charlie echoed before opening the box and grabbing a couple of slices. She wished she was more combative like her roommate but she was just a little too passive to be violent. That wasn't to say she wouldn't fight back if cornered or provoked. She just didn't want to hurt anyone. She sighed softly before sitting back down on the couch. It was clear something was pestering her mind. "Jen? Do you think there's others out there, ya know, like us?" She asked her Asian roommate. It was definitely a question that buzzed around her lately and a good one at that. She wasn't sure what to think.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng With that report finished, Jennifer took the remote, and changed the channel, hoping to find something to brighten the gloomy feeling. "I can't be sure, Lottie. It can only be a coincidence that we have already been exposed to the ooze. For others, they could be on the other side of the city, if we know it. Or, living underneath it", she sighed, while continuing to flip through the channels. Letting her long dark hair down, Jenni took a bite of the pizza that was in the box. "You going swimming again?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah. And don't call me Lotte. You sound like my aunt." Charlie replied, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She hated the nickname but she was stuck with it thanks to her name. "Don't wait up for me." She said before leaving. She manoeuvred her way through the streets of New York towards the water, being careful that she wouldn't be seen. Once on a bridge that wasn't too occupied, she looked for the right point to jump into the water below. Upon finding it, she carefully climbed onto the railing, balancing herself as she looked down. To any passerby who noticed it looked like she was going to jump to end her life.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer chuckled at Charlotte's reply, shortly before she noticed her leave. Shaking her head, she took the plates, and washed them in the sink. Looking out the window, she noticed the reflection of her katana hanging on the wall. Meanwhile, a tall individual in a trench coat walked across the bridge before having to notice the girl standing on the very edge. He was silent upon his approach and, by the time he walked passed her, he pulled her by the back of her shirt, and back on solid ground, at a safe distance near the railing.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Ack!" Charlie yelped as she was pulled back, landing a little roughly on her butt. She looked around for who grabbed her before seeing someone in a trenchcoat walking off. "Hey, what gives, jerk?!" She shouted at him, not fully thinking of the consequences of her reaction. She was just upset some bozo stopped her from her swim. She growled softly before climbing back up onto the edge, not caring if he'd try to stop her again. She was jumping off this bridge for her swim, damnit!</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The individual in the trench coat turned around, once he heard the faint clink of the railing, and found standing on it again. Was she out of her mind? It was a long way down, and he didn't know whether or not the water was shallow. It made the person groan. What was up with these humans?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie heard the person groan but she didn't care as she edged forward on the edge, getting ready to take her bracelet off once she jumped. But something nagged at her as she felt the eyes staring at her. "What's your deal?!" She finally snapped at the guy, turning to face him. She didn't move from her spot on the ledge. "This isn't what it looks like, so just go away!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng The individual in the trench coat just stood there, continuing to look at her in silence. A car drove by, and the light managed to briefly put a shine on the stranger. It only made a shadow, like a silhouette in front of car headlights. There was even a brief instance where his eyes appeared. Even when she was yelling at him, he didn't move, only shaking his head in silence, and turning away.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Weirdo." She muttered before turning back to look at the waters below. She had done this before and knew it was just the right spot to jump. Not too shallow but deep enough for a dive. She leaped off, taking her bracelet off at the same time. Unfortunately, she let go of her bracelet as she launched herself, causing it to softly clatter on the sidewalk of the bridge. Soon as the jewelry was off, her legs fused together into an orange fish tail that faded into sunset colors. She landed with a slash, quickly swimming off a ways should someone see her. She smiled, finally feeling free as she swam around.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time he saw her lean forward, his instinct told him to grab her again; to catch her. However, the look in her eyes told him to stay out of it. Aside from his brother to tell him what to do, something inside him told him to comply with what she said. Seeing her fall, and hearing the splash, he immediately ran to the railing, nearly stepping on the bracelet on the ground. Picking up the trinket, he didn't know what to make of it. Should he wait? Instead, he listened to his head, and silently placed her bracelet at the side of the river, where the path was, if she ever wanted to get out. Walking away, he left, disappearing in the shadows. He wasn't aware of her change.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie swam around, laughing at her freedom as she chased after some fish. Even in the dark she could see clearly as if it was day. She slightly wished she could share it with someone like her. She shook the thought away before jumping out of the water akin to a dolphin, letting out a happy yell. It was close to midnight when she hauled herself onto land, blinking in surprise upon finding her bracelet there. She then realized she had left it behind when she jumped, but wondered who left it for her. She shrugged before putting it back on, changing back into a human before heading home.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte managed to make it back home, Jenni was sitting upon the fire escape, right outside the window, trying to think. Although she could have also been meditating. The Asian teen smelled the air, and listened to the noise. Her katana sat nearby her figure. She heard the apartment door open, and turned to see her roommate walking through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You will not believe the night I've had." Charlie said before telling her about Trenchcoat Guy and how he stopped her from jumping the first time. "No one's stopped me before, so what gives?" She asked before heading to her room to change into dry clothes.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer listened to Charlie's story about the stranger that tried to break her fall. Weirdly enough, this individual saw her take the jump. The teen wondered if she should have went with her. But then, she wondered if she had to, especially every time they go out. This person could have seen Charlotte transform. Whilst it was quiet for some time, a great yell sounded. "DAMN!"</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte managed to make it back home, Jenni was sitting upon the fire escape, right outside the window, trying to think. Although she could have also been meditating. The Asian teen smelled the air, and listened to the noise. Her katana sat nearby her figure. She heard the apartment door open, and turned to see her roommate walking through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You will not believe the night I've had." Charlie said before telling her about Trenchcoat Guy and how he stopped her from jumping the first time. "No one's stopped me before, so what gives?" She asked before heading to her room to change into dry clothes.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer listened to Charlie's story about the stranger that tried to break her fall. Weirdly enough, this individual saw her take the jump. The teen wondered if she should have went with her. But then, she wondered if she had to, especially every time they go out. This person could have seen Charlotte transform. Whilst it was quiet for some time, a great yell sounded. "DAMN!"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie flinched at the yell, brown eyes widened in fright. "What the hell was that?" She asked before looking outside the window in some hope she'd see who had shouted. She drew back in, shrugging in confusion. "Nothing." She stated as she looked at Jen.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng There was a certainty that at least half of the city heard of the very angry yell that sounded. Someone would have quickly assumed that it was someone on a drunken rage. But then, it was New York, where something new and odd would come up every day and night. The next day, Jennifer crashed on the couch, after a long night, causing her to drastically over sleep that morning. However, she managed to be up to see the television on, with the interview of April O'Neil interviewing the chief of police. Would she be able to get it through his thick skull that something was wrong with the economy?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "He's sooo not happy with her. You can see it in his eyes. Body language too." Charlie said as she ate her breakfast. She had gotten up early despite her midnight swim which was oddly normal for her. Well, since her change that is. "Honestly, I'd vote for her a mayor or something like that." She said before eating a spoonful of cereal. "She'd clean up this town." She added.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "...what that means, Miss O'Neil, is everything is well in hand" "What do you know about an organization, known as The Foot Clan?" "There is no evidence to link such a name to these incidents" Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head, growing annoyed at the interview, as well as the stubbornness of the police chief. Giving a yawn, the Asian girl walked to the fridge to grab a jug of orange juice, and poured herself a glass. "Are you denying an organization, known as 'The Foot' exists?" "I'm not denying anything. You're putting words into my mouth..." "How do you feel about going out for a walk?", she asked Charlotte. "Find any trace of this organization, and take it to the police? Maybe then, he'll feel more convinced and pressured to actually do something, instead of sitting down".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Sounds good to me. These guys aren't going to help, we might as well." Charlie replied as she got up to take care of her dishes. She then got to thinking about the guy who stopped her last night and if he was part of it. No, he couldn't be. He wouldn't have left her bracelet behind if he was with them. She sighed softly before glancing at her roommate. "Do you think we'll ever have a normal life being what we are?" She asked</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer was unaware of the very thoughts that were running through Charlotte's mind. However, even if she didn't know that she was, the black-haired girl had her thoughts on what her friend had informed to her. Drinking her orange juice, she wondered if they could approach Miss O'Neil on the issue, and give her a leverage on getting the police chief to understand the impending situation. Maybe they could get favored, in order to pay their rent. "Maybe we can get that hope back for the city, if we solve the mystery behind this 'Foot Clan'. I vote April for mayor, afterwards", Jennifer smiled, before proceeding to fix her hair, and washing out her glass. "I can't be too sure. We could, but only if we don't expose ourselves too much", they were going to walk out in broad daylight, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Fair point." Charlie sighed softly before looking at her. "Well, I'm ready to go if you are." She said before heading towards door. Once outside she stayed close to Jen, not wanting to get lost nor have her bracelet accidentally taken off when walking past people. "You'd think they'd be more alert when walking around with a threat on the streets."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng After taking the time to change into fresh clothes, Jennifer took lead out into the streets. All the time, she felt herself being the bodyguard in these situations, especially since the circumstances of Charlotte's mutation was more delicate than her own. Her comment made her look around at the people walking passed and around them. "It's like the security of this place just decreases more after each passing day", she agreed, shortly before catching sight of April O'Neil walking out of City Hall. "It's April. Come on", the Asian said, having to follow the woman, hoping to catch her in the train station that she was just entering. At the same time, they were unaware of being followed themselves.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie nodded in agreement as she followed her friend, her instincts on high alert. She couldn't figure out why, perhaps because of her mutation that wasn't as easy to conceal as Jen's. She looked up upon hearing Jen spot April, running after her. She just hoped they could get her before she got onto a train herself. "It's too quiet." She noticed as they descended the stairs into the underground world below. She didn't like it at all, her fight or flight response kicking into high gear.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng April was able to get down the stairs, but by the time she was able to enter the station, the train had already left. "Oh, great! Just great", she groaned. Can the day get any worse from there? First, she can't seem to convince anybody about what's really happening around the city; the next, she misses her train home. Jennifer ran down the stairs as fast as she could, hoping to God that Miss O'Neil didn't disappear. Thankfully, she didn't, since she seemed to be the only one in the station, by the time she and Charlie descended the stairs. "April! Miss O'Neil?", Jennifer called to her, panting by the time they were able to reach the woman. "Hi? Can I help you?", she asked the girls. "We've seen your news report. All of them, in fact, and we believe you. There's something wrong in this city, and we figured we could help you convince the chief", the Asian teen explained, by the time, she composed herself. "We can get proof, that this Foot Clan exists". "How can you do that?", April asked, crossing her arms, although on the inside, she was curious. "Research, videos, photographs. Anything to show that there is a criminal organization in the works; that there is something shady residing here", Jennifer continued, giving the best she could offer. The woman seemed to be deep in thought. Here were two teenaged strangers, miraculously showing up out of the blue, saying that they believe her. How can she be sure that they don't work for the enemy? Then, there was a sudden presence nearby -- a group of individuals in black jumpsuits. "We've been waiting for you, Miss O'Neil", the leader said. "Your mouth may yet bring you much trouble yet I deliver a message", he slapped the woman's face, who let out a pained grunt. "Shut it", Jennifer sheathed her blade, and stood in between the men and April.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Hey! Uncalled for!" Charlie exclaimed, getting between them and April as she raised her fists. A snarl appeared on her lips as she glared at the men. The odds were against them as they were greatly outnumbered. She glanced at April as she pulled out a sai. "Know how to use that thing?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng With the strange object she had managed to pick up last night, April hoped that using such a thing would be able to give her some leverage in situations like this. But, before she could do anything, it was kicked out of her hand, and clattered to the ground nearby. Jennifer took a deep breath, and sheathed her sword back into her waist, until she launched a high kick, which apparently caught them off guard, as one of their own fell onto the asphalt. "Make your move. I dare you", the Asian teen warned, as the men looked at each other, with April herself looking surprised. As if on cue, another group appeared behind the three females. April gasped at the extra numbers of these strange individuals, shortly she was hit, knocked unconscious. Jennifer didn't know what to expect now, as they were drastically outnumbered by at least ten or fifteen of these individuals. She dealt with lesser groups; no more than five. It was now a stand off for the two teens, until a yell from the far side of the station sounded. Wherever it came from, the source was fast, launching into the fray. Jennifer didn't know how to react -- it was an individual in a trench coat -- a green individual, wielding two sais, and wearing a mask - a red one. He knocked at least three members at once, before three more. The Asian teen didn't question it; he seemed to be defending, and that meant he was at least on their side. Wasting no time, she took hold of the nearest to her, and flipped them over. It was chaotic; movements going so fast, a non-practitioner wouldn't noticed who was performing them.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "April!" Charlie exclaimed as she was knocked out before punching the one who harmed April. She quickly punched and kicked at the enemies, blinking in surprise at the trench coated person who appeared; the same one from last night. What were they doing here? It didn't matter, they were at least helping. "Ahh!" She exclaimed as one of the ninjas grabbed her arm and flipped her, her bracelet coming off in the process. She landed on the ground with a plop, her tail smacking the floor loudly. She was defenseless. "Jen!"</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Managing to strike a punch to one of her assailants, Jennifer kicked the bracelet that was on the ground, towards Charlotte, hoping that by the time she transforms, she could get Miss O'Neil out of this mess. By the time the stranger managed to knock down the last one (unaware of Charlie's transformation yet again), he quickly put his sais away, and lifted the unconscious April, bridal-style, by the time a train passed through. "This way!", he told them, having to jump into the tunnel, and walk quickly besides the train tracks. Taking Charlie's hand, Jennifer wasted no time in following the stranger. If he knew a place where they would be safe from whoever attacked them, and possibly found out their intentions of exposing them, then the girls had to lay low. They weren't safe anymore.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie quickly put her bracelet on, getting up as her legs returned. She hoped that he didn't see anything, but when he walked off with April it was clear he didn't. That or he didn't care. She looked at Jen as they followed him down the tunnel, a little unsure about all of this. Maybe she was just paranoid. She blinked in surprise as he lead them to an open area that appeared to be his home under the city. Pizza boxes laid in a few places, a pinball machine, a couch with pillows, what looked like a dinning room not too far off. It was modest but homey. "Hey, Leo! Raph's back!" A male voice called out, causing Charlie to flinch.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Did they really have a choice in sticking around? Could they even trust this individual with an unconscious April O'Neil? They had to at least make sure that she was going to be alright, since, one: They defended her, and two: Why put her life at risk, and leave her to her fate, if they didn't know who, or what, saved them? Charlotte wasn't the only one in complete surprise that there was a shelter down here; a rather roomy one, at that. Did he live here? Was anyone else here? The call that echoed from the very sanctuary confirmed that he wasn't alone. Going a little further in, albeit cautiously, they came to see three other individuals, who fell under the same classification as the one who rescued them. The one called "Raph" laid April down on the couch, before removing his trench coat, and hanging up his hat. The other three approached out of caution yet curiosity. At the same time, they looked at the two females, who followed behind their brother. "Who are they?", another male voice said. It came from the one wearing a purple mask. "That's the news lady!", he said, pointing out of surprise towards the unconscious woman. "They got jumped in the subway. I had to bring them here", Raph explained.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer stared in surprise at what she was seeing. They were turtles? Well, of course, they were; it only took her a few seconds of blinking to realize it. She even looked at Raph and blinked, as well. This was the same individual she saw that night? Was he following them? Watching? "I thought she was gonna hurt herself", he said to the blue one; his Brooklyn accent thick in his voice. "It's not like I'd put myself in high-exposure. I was just trying to...", he stopped talking, having to feel somewhat embarrassed, and sighed in frustration. "What is going on in here?", a hushed yet soft voice said, and Jennifer looked over to see a brown rat. "I had no choice, Master. They got jumped by those guys, and I had to", he tried to explain himself in the presence of his father. 'Master?', Jennifer thought, before coming further into the room, and sitting down on the ground, watching these individuals. "Bring water, cold washcloth, pillow", he instructed to them, resulting them to not be hesitate on doing what he said. Just who were these people?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I wasn't going to hurt myself. I was just..." Charlie said before trailing off with a sigh. She looked at Jen before figuring it would be alright to show them. Who were they going to tell anyway? Being humanoid turtles they couldn't really go outside without a disguise. She took a deep breath before sitting down then removing her bracelet, her legs turning back into a tail. "I was going for a swim." She said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer was unsure, at first, when her friend decided to reveal her mutation. But, at the same time, she was impressed by how brave she was, in showing such a thing. Normally, they would keep their differences to themselves, and show such a thing to a person, no matter who they were. But then, instead of expressing shock and disgust, the four turtles and the bipedal rat were silent, and remained remarkably calm, as if it wasn't new to them, although Raph did seem rather entranced by the colors. "Hmm", the rodent hummed. "Take heart, child", he said softly. "You will not find judgement here". The Asian was surprised by how wise and kind this individual was. It was like a father reassuring his child, reminding her too much of her own family. Taking a deep breath, Jennifer spoke again. "They called you 'Master'. What does that mean?", she asked. "It means, that I am the light in shadow; a guide to the lost; a forgiver, and an opener to all things -- Splinter", he responded, as patient as he said this, Jennifer somehow felt herself at ease. Turning to look at the unconscious woman, 'Splinter' placed a gentle hand on her face, which caused April to stir. However, instead of remaining calm, like her rescuers, she completely wigged out. "Oh my god! I'm dreaming; I must be dreaming! Okay, okay, those guys in the black pajamas, they jumped me. Two girls were with me, and that rat...I saw you in the parking lot; that explains you! And you guys, um, I have no idea where you came from!", clearly, she was hysterical. "If you will please just sit down and calm yourself, I will tell you where we came from, Miss O'Neil", it was just occurred to Jennifer that she wanted to know how they came to be.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie blinked in surprise as they didn't freak out nor call her any names. It was a first for her, especially having to keep it a secret for so long. She gave Splinter a little smile before deciding it would be polite to introduce herself and Jen. "I'm Charlie, this is my friend, Jennifer." She said before looking over as April awoke. Upon hearing her scream, she quickly put her bracelet back on, not wanting to startle her anymore than she already was. She hid a snicker as April asked herself why she never dreamed of Harrison Ford.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng As Charlie introduced themselves, Jen gave a nod in greeting, although remained close to her friend. "For fifteen years now, we have lived here, below. Before that time, I was a pet of my master Yoshi, mimicking his movements from my cage, and learning the secret art of ninja", Jennifer listened attentively, as he began to explain their upbringing. "When we were forced to come to New York, I found myself for the first time without a home, wandering the sewers, scavenging for whatever I could find. And then, one day, I came upon a shattered glass jar, and four baby turtles...." "That was us!", the orange-bandannaed turtle interrupted. "Shut up", the others told him, hushing him, making Jennifer give a chuckle. "The little ones were crawling into a strange glowing ooze from a broken canister nearby. I gathered them up in an old coffee can, and when I awoke the next morning, I received a shock, for they had doubled in size. I, too, was growing, particularly in intellect, and I was amazed at how intelligent they seemed. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next -- one of them spoke. From then, more words followed, and I began their training, teaching them all that I had learned from my master". Jennifer was amazed at the possibilities, beginning to wonder if this was fate; that they would come across others, who've also been exposed to the strange substance that transformed her and Charlotte. "And soon, I gave them all names: Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and...Raphael". He glanced at each turtle, as he pointed out their names. Jennifer looked at them all, and the realization dawned on her. "We're not alone, after all, Charlie".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We came across the same ooze as well. We're different like you." She said, a little smile on her face. "We thought we were the only ones. This changes everything." She glanced over at Raphael, nervously scratching the back of her neck. "I uh...I'm sorry I called you a jerk. I was just upset and surprised someone was stopping me from jumping. It never happened before."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Wait, if you are half-fish, then what are you?", the purple one called 'Donatello' pointed at Jennifer. The Asian sat up, from where she was, next to Charlie. "Perhaps it's best to show you", she said, with a smile, shortly before she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her face started to change, scales appearing around her eyes, which changed into a yellow reptilian color. "Whoa!", the orange one called Michelangelo exclaimed. "I got it! You're half-reptile", Donatello finalized, the second Jen's eyes went back to normal, who smiled with a nod. Raphael was picking his teeth with one of his said, leaning back on the couch, before he heard the voice of the girl nearby. "Yeah, that's alright. I've been called worse", he shrugged.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Hang on, if you guys are ninjas, what about the guys who jumped April? The black pajama ones as she called them." Charlie asked. "Obviously, they're bad guys, but they have to have a leader, right? Someone pulling the strings. A puppeteer."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Every clan has a master. For that, they have to have a leader", Jennifer thought aloud, shortly before she looked at April, then back at Charlie, realizing something. "You know what I think? I think that the guys, who attacked us, were 'the Foot'", the others looked at her. "Think about it: April makes continuous reports about their work, they come out of hiding, and they attempted to shut her up", the Asian explained. "Don't forget that we were there, Charlie. They probably heard us negotiating with Miss O'Neil, attempting to expose them. We are very much a threat to them now". "You can totally lay out here with us. No one knows where we live", Michelangelo suggested with a giggle. "I think you're cool".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "He's right. If we stay down here, they can't find us. If we go back home we could be tracked down and interrogated. Maybe even asked to tell where April is." Charlie said. She blushed a little as Mikey admitted he thought they were cool. "You're pretty cool too, dude." She smiled. She glanced around the place, thinking of how it could be home. It definitely needed a woman's touch here and there. She was even sure that she'd be able to get to the river to swim.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "These guys just got their butts kicked. By us. A normal clan would act on the orders of their leader. I believe that order was to silent Miss O'Neil. We just got in the way of their plan. They won't follow, unless there were orders for them to do so", Jennifer continued her train of thought. "Do you think they'll try again?", the one called Leonardo asked, making the Asian turn back to him. "Possibly. They're more likely to act, after they get permission from the one in charge. They don't know what they're dealing with, so they'll be sitting on it for a while, until they attack again". Donatello scratched his head, thinking through the ramble of words that Jen just said. "So, that means, as of right now, we're safe, but not for long?", Jennifer nodded. "Exactly", she answered, before looking at April, and asking. "Want us to help you get home?", April looked at them, all around her. "I'm not dreaming, am I?", she asked, slowly. "No, I'm afraid not", Splinter confirmed.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "This is reality, especially for us." Charlie replied, looking away sadly. "It's not easy for me to hide if I don't have my bracelet. I'm basically useless without it." She said softly. She did feel useless; she couldn't really fight much having no training like them or Jennifer.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "No prob!", Mikey piped up, having to stand up from where he sat. "You won't be useless, when you have us", he said, with that childlike smile. "We can teach you...the basics", Leonardo proposed, having to be sitting near them with his legs crossed. Hearing this, Jennifer realized that she had left Charlie behind her the whole time, with no method of defending herself. It made her sadly look down.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You mean it?!" Charlie exclaimed, beaming widely. Upon seeing her friend's expression droop, she placed a hand on hers. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked her, a little worried. She'd never seen her like this before.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "If this clan plans to strike, I believe some learning from my sons will better prepare you, mentally and physically", Splinter added, having to keep his usually patient self, as he has already warm and sympathizing with the newcomers. Jennifer felt the hand of her dearest friend, who was like a sister, and glanced up at the other female. "It just occurred to me, Charlie, that I've been keeping you behind me, ever since we've met. If only I had begun to teach you, all those months, you wouldn't have to feel this way", she confessed, feeling quite guilty.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Jen..." Charlie said softly before hugging her. "It's not your fault. With everything going on, how could you find time to teach me? We've been through a lot, so don't blame yourself. I know I don't." She said with a smile.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer looked at her, having to smile sadly, shortly before reciprocating the hug that Charlie was willing to give her. The Asian teen didn't have any siblings growing up, having to be an only child, adopted into a household that practiced different traditions from her birth kin; a Chinese child, taken in and educated by a Japanese family. Really to keep them protected, Jennifer isolated herself from them; to prevent panic and concern for their daughter. At this point, they probably think she was dead. Raphael silently watched the interaction between the two teenaged girls. Jennifer's hug was firm; one that told Charlie that she was in safe hands. "With them, I'll teach you, if you let me".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Of course, Jen. You'll be the best teacher with 'em." Charlie said with a giant grin. She looked over at Raph once letting go of the hug. "When can we start?" She asked</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Sometime later, the three females were being led throughout the underground by the four brothers, who had to rely on smell and memory to figure out where April's apartment would be, at the surface. "Are you guys sure you know where you're going?", April asked them, as she and the two girls followed them across sewage water. "11th and Bleecker? Nope. This is only 9th street. Get it?", Michelangelo piped, after smelling the air. "Yuck", April flinched, making Jennifer shake her head with a chuckle. "To save your conscience, Miss O'Neil, you don't want to know", she said, before giving Charlie a hand to cross a river of water.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Right after helping April up through the manhole, Jennifer let Charlie exit next, before she followed, with the help of their new "gifted" allies. "Apparently, when you said that magical word, every New Yorker would react", Jennifer pointed out to April, with a smile, just as the guys reacted positively at the woman's offer. "So, you live in an antique store?", Mikey asked, just as his brothers were still climbing out from under the road. "Above actually", she affirmed. Jennifer looked at the building, having to find some things inside that would entice wonder and curiosity. "You work here too?", she asked, while looking through the window. "In my free time, yes", Miss O'Neil led them to the entrance of the store, gesturing to take careful and quiet steps into the building. "So, what do you guys like on your pizza?", she asked. "Just the regular stuff. Flies, stink bugs...it was a joke", Mikey chuckled sheepishly, after the human woman gave him a face.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I bet there's a lot of cool things in there." Charlie said as they headed over before hearing what Mikey liked on their pizza. "Gross!" She exclaimed with a laugh, knowing he was joking. After a while, they were all laughing as Mikey did his voice impersonations. Charlie had to admit he was pretty good at them. "Uh, maybe I'll fight Apollo, maybe I won't. ADRIAN!" Mikey said, impersonating Sylvester Stallone.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng They were all indeed laughing at the efforts of Michalangelo's ability to bring comedy into the evening. Jennifer remembered the 'Rocky' movies all too well, and the humor that Mikey brought onto Sylvester Stallone's line added character behind the impression. Here she was, laughing with Charlie, April, and the four brothers. It was as if the family was getting bigger, after only a few hours of chatter. "Hey, I got another one! This is totally cool!" Raphael wasn't paying a lot of attention to the gathering, as he was gazing into the fish tank nearby, gliding his fingers along the watery surface. "Oh, no, not Cagney", he muttered, before shaking his head, and finally stepping away from the tank. "You dirty rat. You killed my brother. You dirty rat. Woo-hoo!", Mikey laughed. "That must be Splinter's favorite", April laughed, only having to receive a look from the four turtles. Jennifer cleared her throat, and April dropped her grin. "It was a joke", she quickly added, correcting herself. Thankfully, instead of contempt, they only laughed.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie laughed with the others, impressed with Mikey's impressions. He was pretty good at them and clearly the goofball of the brothers. She smiled, finally feeling like part of a family again. She blinked as April spoke, a little surprised and confused by it. It wasn't until she said it was a joke that she laughed again with the brothers. She noticed Raph was standing off a little ways before walking over to him. "Hey."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer continued to laugh at the fun that these four individuals were able to bring into her and Charlie's seemingly-boring yet private lives. It was like coming home to family, after all this time. They finally found solace just from this one encounter, and the Asian never felt so open about her insecurities, regarding her mutation. It made her realize that they were a "special" yet "gifted" bunch. Raphael was standing by one of the big windows, looking out over the city lights, before hearing a female voice. "Huh?", he said, out of surprise but relaxed, seeing it was only Charlie. "Oh, hey".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Beautiful view, huh? You probably don't get to see it much in daylight." Charlie said with a little grin. "Maybe you'd be able to if you had a disguise or something like that. The sunrise and sunsets are beautiful."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael crossed his arms, as he listened to Charlie point out the beauty of the city. If he only could walk out more during the day, he could get by unseen. But you know, it seemed that only nighttime was his only ally to bring him cover for his disguise. He didn't say anything, but rather gave a grunt, as he nodded in agreement to her statement. "I would, but, you know, the humans seem smarter during the day. The light doesn't exactly work in our favor for cover", he said, having to continue looking at the cars going by, and the people walking. Taking a sai from his waist, he tapped the metal with his finger, before skillfully twirling it in his hand, carefully evading his fingers on handling such a weapon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "I know what you mean. I had to start swimming at night because someone saw me in daylight. Thankfully it was written off as a hoax and they never found me." She said before sighing softly. "Humans are so quick to turn on what they don't understand." She looked over at Raph as he started twirling his sai, watching his movements that must have taken years to perfect.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng It was an awkward silence between the two of them, even as he was twirling the sai in his hand. Raphael was looking between the weapon, and back to the window. It took him a few seconds, before he started to speak again. "So, what's the deal with the...fish thing?", he asked, not exactly looking at her, but rather at the corner of his eye.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped a little as he spoke, the words breaking the silence between them. She sighed softly before fiddling with her bracelet but didn't take it off. "I helped my dad out with marine animals, he's a marine biologist who works not too far from here near the water. I was closing up the place by myself when I slipped, falling into this strange glowing green ooze." "My lower half was covered in it, along with my right hand and bracelet. When I tried getting up, I slipped again, falling into the tank with some fish. My bracelet must have caught on something because I didn't have it on after I fell. I...I don't know how to describe what happened next. I don't fully recall myself. All I remember is I had a fish tail. It only appears when I take off my bracelet."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael stopped twirling his weapon of choice, and grunted, shaking his head. Not really in response to what Charlie, but it was a confirmation to his own thoughts. There were individuals besides them that were different -- unique and gifted -- after all. There were outcasts, like them, living out in the city, this whole time. It felt strangely comforting, like a bunch of bricks have been lifted from his troubled shoulders. "Do you mind if me and Charlie stayed the night, in case those guys come looking for you?", Jennifer asked April, who gave the question some thought, before giving the Asian teen a tender smile. "'Course you can. It would be safer for the both of you". "And, speaking of which, we better get going", Raphael heard his older brother say, before he could say anything to the girl. It was kind of disappointing, really. They just managed to find others that were like them. A part of him didn't want to leave, but Splinter would be wondering what was taking them. "Will we ever see you guys again?", Jennifer asked. "That depends on how fast April stocks her pizza", the answer made her chuckle. Raphael departed last, albeit reluctantly, having to give a small wave back to the females, before making their disappearance.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie glanced at him, taking in his silent brooding composure. So he was the silent type, not so much a guy of words but rather actions. Something she admired about him. Sure, the others were interesting too, but something about him drew her to him. Perhaps...Perhaps because they both didn't fit into the world. No one understood them really. She looked over as Jennifer asked if they could stay the night before the brothers took their leave. She chuckled at their response of seeing them again, smiling at Raph before he left, waving back. She let out a little sigh, feeling sad they had to go.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer sighed, once April closed the door to her apartment. What a day. First, they get jumped by a strange group of men; the next, they meet others that were kind of like them; others that actually shared similar feelings with them. It was a shame they had to leave now, since they were just getting to know them. It was a shame, really. The woman went back to go get blankets and pillows from the other room, shortly before walking back to the sofa to pull out the futon. Jennifer took some time to help put the blankets in place, before putting the pillows down. It wasn't long until there was a knock on the door again. Confused, April walked back to the door, and found the turtles back again, but this time, seemingly distraught. "What's wrong?" "Splinter..."</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie helped Jennifer set up the futon before making herself a place to sleep before hearing the door. She froze, unsure of who was behind it. Friend or foe? Upon seeing the turtles, she thought it was fast they returned before hearing something that made her heart sink. She could see the sorrow in their eyes, the hint of anger within Raph's. She carefully walked over to him. "Hey...if you want to talk or need a shoulder to cry on...I'm here. Okay?" She said softly, not wanting to push him especially during this tough time.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer didn't expect them to come back, even when they just left. What they said too made her heart sink. Was Splinter dead? Missing? From their reactions, it was that of lost children separated from their parent. She couldn't exactly relate, but she knew the feeling of losing someone dear. The instinct to comfort was strong. "I'll get some more pillows and blankets. Where do you keep them, Miss O'Neil?", she asked, with April pointing her to where they were. Raphael shook his head, having to try on keeping his own anger under wraps, even when he heard Charlie's offer. Giving a frustrated sigh, he relented and looked at her, albeit hesitantly. "Thanks guys", Mikey yawned, before the brothers allowed themselves to settle in on the floor, since the girls were able to take the futon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We'll find him. He has to be out there somewhere." Charlie assured him even though she wasn't sure if Splinter was still alive. They had to have hope he was. It was obvious how close he was to the turtles, especially being their father figure. She gave him a little encouraging smile before getting ready for bed. Around the middle of the night, she got up, being careful not to step on the turtles as she headed towards the bathroom. Just because she couldn't leave because of the Foot didn't mean she couldn't at least have a dip in the tub. She filled it up before getting in, thankful her clothes could go in the dryer in the morning as she took off her bracelet. She let out a little sigh, gently flicking her tail.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Around time that Charlie woke up, Raphael was still awake, having to listen to her footsteps go all the way into the bathroom. Having to hear running water, he wondered whether if she was taking a shower, or simply taking a moment. It was none of his business, but then, she was in there longer than she should, and so, the red-bandanaed turtle silently got up from his sleeping spot, and approached the door. As trained as he was, Raphael made his pursuit, unannounced. He didn't open the door, but rather knocked on it with the handle of his sai.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped up hearing the knock, her tail flicking water everywhere in her fright. "Crap." She muttered as she sat up before looking over at the door. She was completely defenseless if it was the Foot or someone else. Her bracelet was too far for her to reach at the moment. "Who is it?" She asked, worried who it could be.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie sighed softly in relief upon hearing Raph's voice. "Scared me half to death. Did you need something?" She asked him as she shifted in the tub, water sloshing a little. If he needed the bathroom, she didn't mind grabbing her bracelet and drying off.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie jumped up hearing the knock, her tail flicking water everywhere in her fright. "Crap." She muttered as she sat up before looking over at the door. She was completely defenseless if it was the Foot or someone else. Her bracelet was too far for her to reach at the moment. "Who is it?" She asked, worried who it could be.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Grunting softly, Raphael wasn't sure if he should answer back. But, he figured that she needed to know who was at the door, really to find out if it was friend or foe. So, if it made her feel better, he finally spoke. "It's me", he was quiet, but it was loud enough for Charlie to hear.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie sighed softly in relief upon hearing Raph's voice. "Scared me half to death. Did you need something?" She asked him as she shifted in the tub, water sloshing a little. If he needed the bathroom, she didn't mind grabbing her bracelet and drying off.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael was leaning against the wall, near the bathroom, looking down at the floor, as he listened to the girl's words from inside. He didn't mean to scare her, since it was indeed late in the night, and that they had to be cautious. Whoever took Splinter may as well be looking for them too. "No. No, I didn't", he said softly, shaking his head. "I just...wanted to...make sure you were okay".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, a little surprised he was concerned about her. They'd only met hours ago after all. "I'm okay. Just...using the bathtub as a pool. I didn't want to risk being seen and bring those guys back here, ya know?" She replied, tail flicking lazily. "Are you okay? I understand if you don't want to talk about it." She said softly.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Raphael didn't say anything, even after he heard her speak, but rather continued looking at the floor, and twirled the sai in his hand, once more; a compulsive childhood habit, whenever his thoughts decided to race. Why was he feeling this way? What was this instinct? It was similar to how he would be protective over his family, but this...this was new. Hearing her question, the rebel didn't answer right away. Taking a deep breath, he answered back, just as soft. "It's fine. It's just...I'm not used to talking to those outside my own, ya know?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "Yeah. I know how that is. After my incident, it was Jen and I for the longest time until we found you guys. Even before that I was all alone. I didn't have anyone to relate to who knew how I felt. Then I met Jen and after a while we both found out about our differences. Then we met you guys. For you, all you had to talk to is your brothers and..." She said before trailing off, remembering Splinter was missing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him up. I know it's still a sensitive topic for you." She said.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng He listened intently, when Charlie started explaining her side of the story, having to slowly raise his head on the spot. It was a similar one that Raphael could say as well, since he too felt alone in the world with his family, until they finally met someone that was experiencing the same things. It didn't even phase Raphael when she started to go down the line of sensitive information. "No, that's...", he trailed off, giving a sigh, as it was indeed hard to take in.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "You guys must really miss him." Charlie said softly. "I know I miss my dad. It was hard for me to leave him so he wouldn't find out." She sighed softly, letting silence hang between them for a while. "He's out there somewhere, Raph. We'll find him."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By this point, Raphael stood silent in front of the bathroom door, just listening to Charlie's voice from the other side. Her soft, reassuring words were that of a small bell; it sounded that of a promise. That they will be able to find him, and the rebellious turtle can only hope. "...thanks...", he finally said. "...Charlie", he added.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A small smile appeared on her lips upon hearing him thank her, knowing her words of hope were probably all he had now. "You're welcome." She said before sighing softly. "I might as well get out before April wakes up and finds me here."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Giving a sigh, Raphael gave a grunt, as a way to agree with her. The anti-social type he was, the rebellious turtle didn't give much of an acknowledgment with words. So, the best way, nowadays for him, was to display his feelings and emotions with action -- and he did this by walking away from the door. If she noticed him missing, then he left her a sign by putting a slight creak into the floor upon his every footstep, so she could detect his departure, as he reluctantly went back to his sleeping spot. Unknown to him, Jennifer was awake, having to overhear their conversation, which made the Asian teen smile to herself. The next morning, it was another day of caution, and judging by how April found the four turles nearly taking up the entire front room on the floor, it wasn't going to be easy getting visitors, especially since the four brothers stayed the night, looking for solace and comfort. She couldn't blame them; they had nowhere else to go. Their light snores were enough to wake Jennifer up, by she noticed April walk into the room, giving the woman a shrug, and an apologetic smile. However, before their host could say anything, there was a knock on the door, awakening her guests. "Who is it?" "It's me, Charles", Jennifer silently cussed, before softly shaking Charlotte awake, who laid next to her on the futon.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie replaced her bracelet, stepping out of the tub and letting the water drain as she changed into dry pajamas. She had heard Raph leave when she got out, figuring he went back to bed. Again, she figured he wasn't much of a talker. Once dried off and in dry clothes, she went back to the futon and fell asleep. She moaned as she felt someone shaking her to wake her up. "What?" She mumbled, still wanting to sleep. She was always like this due to her late night swims.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "Somebody's here", Jennifer told her softly. "It's my boss", April said, carefully stepping around the turtles, and approaching the door. "Can you guys...", right before she could even such a question, the four brothers disappeared on the spot, as if they were never there to begin with. Jennifer even had to blink, after looking away from Charlie to register how they got away unannounced. But then, both women had to remember that they were trained as ninjas -- mentally-noted. "...hide?", the woman pulled herself together, as she waited for the girls to put themselves in something decent, before opening the door. "Charles, what's up?", a man walked in, with a teenaged boy, who seemed to be tagging along with him. His son, perhaps? "April...listen. You have been working awful hard on this story lately. Why don't you take it easy for a while? Just let somebody else handle it".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "What?!" She exclaimed, not loud enough for whoever it was to hear. She sat up, looking over at the brothers in worry. They had to hide, but where? She blinked before realizing they were gone, vanished like smoke. Ninja skills. She reminded herself as she made herself decent before April opened the door. She listened to what he said rolling her eyes as he told her to let someone else take the job. "Is he kidding? She's onto this case more than the cops are." She whispered to Jen.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer silently groaned in annoyance, shaking her head, in confirmation to Charlie's statement. Why would they want her off the case? Because she's too pushy for the business? Or, because she knew too much that it causes pressure for the police? These thoughts were circling around in her head, as she listened in on the conversation, though at the same time, she pretended to mind her own business. April herself didn't seem all to pleased on what was being requested of her. "Charles, what are you talking about? It's my story; no way". "Look at you; you're exhausted!", the man insisted, following April into the bathroom, which caused Jennifer to frown, telling Charlie to stay put, before tailing the two adults from behind, just by a few feet. "Let somebody else help you cover City Hall". The teenage boy in the room seemed to be looking around, before catching sight of what seemed to be Mikey hiding under the table, in the reflection of one of the mirrors. Turning around, hoping to figure out whether it was a trick of the eye or not, the turtle disappeared on the spot, as if he had never been there. "What's with you today?", April asked her boss, wondering why he would tell her to lay back, while proceeding to wash her face. "Nothing's with me today. I just thought you might like a little help", Jennifer continued to listen in, still trying to decipher what was really going on behind this incessant yet unexpected meeting, shortly before peeking from behind the doorway. "Well, I don't. Hand me a towel, will you?", she gasped, having to see Donatello hiding behind the shower curtain, with Jennifer catching a glimpse of him in the mirror. Her heart sunk, as Charles approached that very spot! "Charles, no!", April rushed to stop him, but right as he moved the curtain, there was no Donatello. "What's wrong?" "I just don't want you to see my unsightly bathtub ring. Okay, just out, out, out, out, out", and just like that, she was pushing him out of her bathroom; Jennifer, making a quiet snicker, when she found the turtle clinging to the ceiling of the shower. "I have to get ready for work. Danny, would you tell your father to relax?" "I wish", so that was his name. Danny. "Just don't push any buttons today, okay?", and he was gone, along with "Danny".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie nodded in reply, glancing over at the boy who came with April's boss. Obviously his son, but something was off about him. She couldn't figure out what exactly, but she kept glancing at him now and then to make sure he wasn't any trouble. Seeing him quickly turn around, her heart sank. Did he see one? "Something wrong?" She asked him to which she got a glare in response. She rolled her eyes at him before hearing April shriek out at her boss. She had to have been stopping him from attacking one of the turtles. She sighed softly in relief upon hearing about the bathtub ring and telling him to get out. Once they were gone, she looked around for the brothers. "Guys?" She asked.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "That was close!" As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding. "That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up. "It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan. "I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone. "We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway. Not that they had to, right?</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer Lóng Biographical Information Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni. Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell. Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen. Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante. Physical Description Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid. Gender: Female. Height: 5' 7". Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black. Eye Color: Brown. Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo. Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable. Out-Of-Universe Information Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "That was close!" As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding. "That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up. "It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng "I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan. "I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone. "We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway. Not that they had to, right?</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers "We can handle ourselves, April. We'll be okay." Charlie assured her with a smile. Of course they'd still be here, they had nowhere to go really, especially if the Foot was looking for them. She gave her a wave as she left before grabbing her things and heading to the bathroom to change. She sighed softly as she processed everything that happened within the last day. They had met four teenage brothers who were different like her and Jen, befriended them, they lost their mentor and father, and were now camping out here as a safe haven. She sighed softly, realizing how much had happened in so little time.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng April was almost reluctant to leave her new friends alone in the apartment, although she reassured herself that they won't be going anywhere to find trouble, especially since whoever kidnapped Splinter, may as well as be looking for them. So, everything should be fine, for the time being. She found herself rather thankful and lucky to have met these individuals, considering that the least Miss O'Neil could do, was give them a place to lay low. When Charlie left the bathroom, Raphael silently watched her, not saying anything, but let the wheels in his head turn, at their current situation. A few hours after the human woman left, the girls and the brothers hung out in the living room; the television going on in the background, as they tried to find ways to pass the time. Jennifer decided that this would be the perfect time to teach Charlie some basic physical combat. Revolving around that of self-defense, instead of straight-up educating her on something more complex, topics for beginners were the best place to start. After a meditation session with the eldest turtle, Charlotte can practice on her punches and kicks with Jennifer, causing Raphael to get distracted every once in a while. "This is beginning to sound less and less like your common, garden-variety subway mugging..." The brothers crowded around the television, with the exception of Raphael, who sat on the couch. "She's a good reporter", Leonardo pointed out. "She's a babe!", Mikey corrected him, causing Jennifer to chuckle nearby. "...known as the Foot" "I'm sorry, the 'Foot'?" "Yeah, I know it sounds like a funky club for podiatrists, but I've been speaking with a lot of Japanese-Americans for the past few days, who say that our recent crime wave is reminiscent of a secret band of ninja thieves, who once operated in Japan." Taking a break with Charlie, Jennifer went to get some water for herself and her "adopted sister", while listening. "Are the police looking into this?" "I've included everything in my statement, but I doubt very much that Chief Sterns is taking this possible connection seriously." Giving Charlotte her bit of refreshment, Jennifer stood on the spot, watching the television, after taking a gulp. "You still haven't told us how you got away from your attacker" "It's really quite incredible. Some citizens of New York actually came to my rescue. Who says everyone in the Big Apple looks the other way? Seriously, June, I would like to take this opportunity to thank them: Jennifer, Charlie....and if he's watching, thanks, Raphael".</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie practiced with Jennifer on some self defense which she was thankful for, even with Leo and Donnie giving her some pointers and helping with her stances. She proved to be a good learner although not a one hundred percent great fighter. She was still learning after all. Her attention turned to the TV as April started speaking snorting at Mikey's comment about April. Boys. She gave Jen a little nod of thanks for the water before looking back as April mentioned being rescued, blinking a few times upon hearing her thank not only Jen and Raph but Charlie herself as well. Her attention was broken as Mikey pointed at Raph. "Look! I think he's blushing! I think he's actually turning red."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Jennifer and the brothers were patient with Charlie, as she was just learning the ways of combat. Mistakes and mishaps were common, as the turtles themselves weren't masters as of yet, in spite of one claiming otherwise; they were still students under the guidance of a mentor. All it took, was a bit of practice. Although in Jen's case, she was self-taught, rather than one taking instruction from a teacher. However, she was modest, and took this particular experiences as a way of taking pointers, in order to correct the things she initially thought were perfect. Everyone was learns something new, everyday. That last comment apparently pushed it for the red-bandannaed alpha-like turtle, as he threw his sai into the floor, near one of his brothers' legs, causing Jennifer to flinch. "...maybe not", Donatello took it back quick, until Raphael reached over to take his weapon back. "So what do we do now?!", he demanded, frustrated. "What do you mean, 'what do we do now?", Leo questioned, wondering what was getting his rebel of a brother so worked up. "Splinter's out there somewhere!", he was clearly upset, causing Jennifer to close her eyes, once that very topic was brought up. "I know Splinter's out there", the leader was being remarkably calm, in contrast to Raphael's aggression. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be rubbing off each other nicely, as soon as Donnie and Mikey decided to retreat into the kitchen. "What are we gonna do about it?!" "What can we do about it? April's our only link to these guys. We have to wait until she comes up with something". "Oh, so that's the plan from our 'great leader', huh?" "Guys...", Jennifer voiced from where she was, hoping that her words would calm them down, but it didn't seem to work. "...just sit here on our butts!" "I never said I was a great leader". "You sure act like it, sometimes!" "Yeah? Well, you act like a jerk, sometimes, you know that! And this attitude of yours isn't helping anything". "...guys!", she tried again. Emotions were being thrown around, and it was painful to watch, especially at a dangerous time. like this. The last thing they needed right now was for them to split up. Her words seemed to make them stop, but it didn't seem to stop Raphael. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll just take my attitude and leave!" "Why don't you?" "I will!" "Good!" "Great!" "Go ahead! We don't need you!" And the rebel turtle was out the door, causing Jennifer to sigh in sadness and disappointment.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers A little squeak escaped Charlie as the sai hit the floor, startled by the sudden movement. She noted that Raph apparently didn't like being teased, especially if he was in a bad mood. Speaking of, he was clearly upset when asking about the next course of action. Upon hearing Raph speak of Splinter, her heart sank a little. He still had hope in finding his father figure. She glanced at Leo, wondering how he could be so calm about all this. Surely he was just upset about Splinter's disappearance as Raph. "Fight?" "Fight." "Kitchen?" "Kitchen." Mikey and Donnie exchanged before leaving to get out of the verbal gunfire about to ensue. Charlie watched the two older brothers as she realized the younger two were right. Clearly Leo's calm demeanor wasn't going over well with Raph. "Leo!" She exclaimed as he called Raph on his attitude and a jerk. From her point of view, it was uncalled for. They were fighting, tearing a rift between their brotherly bond that wasn't repairing any time soon. She watched as Raph stormed off, Leo yelling they didn't need him. Something within her snapped as she glared daggers at Leo. "How could you say that to your own brother?! He's your family! The last thing you all need is losing him too!" She yelled at him. "You're supposed to be the leader...but all you're doing is pushing him away. Way to go, Leo." She said before leaving as well, trying to find Raph in hopes of helping him calm down and keep him safe.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng By the time Charlotte slammed the door, everyone was silent - Mikey and Donatello were left speechless, as they sat quietly in the kitchen. "Pork rind?" "Pork rind." Jennifer sighed sadly, before turning to the eldest turtle in the room. "Words can pierce your opponents like bullets; it can graze them yet harm them. Raphael is hurting, Leonardo; not to mention, heartbroken. I'm not saying you don't seem the same, but both of you are dealing with it differently. I can see that you are a calm, clear-headed individual, but that doesn't mean you can shut Raphael out, by not acknowledging for how he is feeling, and because of that, he feels that no one understands. Why do you think Charlie left?" The blue swordsman looked at her, having to be surprised to be given a wise lecture from one of their new friends. There was something about Jennifer that left quite an impression on the three brothers; an older sister, someone who can give the best advice possible. Her words circled around in his head, shortly before he looked at the floor, almost ashamed. The Asian girl walked towards him, and gently grasped his hand. They didn't say anything, but let her touch alone comfort him. Meanwhile, on the roof, Raphael was doing everything he can to let his anger go. He wasn't aware of being pursued by Charlie, who followed him.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Summers Charlie had heard the door to the roof close after she started to head downstairs, changing her direction to find the red bandanaed turtle in hopes of at least talking to him or finding another way to calm him down. She arrived in time to see him angrily punching and kicking the air. She figured he was letting off steam imagining he was fighting the Foot, or worse, Leo. "Raph? You okay?" She asked, letting him know she was there. She didn't want to anger him further if he eventually saw her, figuring letting him know would avert an accidental attack. "What Leo said back there...I'm sure he didn't mean it. Both of you are upset about this and said things you didn't mean to." She said.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer Lóng Punches and kicks to the air seem to be the right way of releasing the anger he was harboring. Splinter's very absence was taking its toll, and the longer they sit around, the bigger the chances were that their master may be gone permanently. Doesn't Leo understand this? They can't stay stationary. Giving grunts and groans of frustration, Raphael sighed, shortly before he heard the voice of Charlotte, a short ways behind him. What was she doing here? Looking over the side of the building, and over at the streets below, he didn't answer her, but rather, gave a sniff; whether out of sadness or anger, the rebel shook his head, trying to force these troubled feelings to just disappear. Her words were launching towards him, and he didn't look at her. "He's out there; I know it", he said, seemingly ignoring what she was telling him.</s>