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<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim Skills: Basic Ass First Aid --- --- Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down. For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video. "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "She's definitely a very good kitty and is definitely going to get more snuggles later, isn't that right Betty?" she said happily towards the cat who meowed in response to what she said, purring slightly too. She giggled slightly at her cat, more then a little happy that she had the armor that allowed her to be more useful in a fight. Then again she always found Betty amusing when she was wandering around with a knife or something in her mouth. That cat was pretty dangerous when she wanted to be, unless she liked you. Her attention was drawn away from her own thoughts with regards to her awesome little kitty cat (though Betty wasn't so little anymore) as the giant started talking. Klara rolled her eyes slightly as the giant tried to seemingly bargain with them over the tools. Something was odd to her, the fact that the giant really wanted the tools. "Why the hell do you want the tools? Seriously, this is ridiculous, you think we're going to just hand you tools that don't belong to you without you giving us a valid reason to believe anything you say or whatever? You really are dumb."</s>
<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- "Hey, Klara." Dalisy smiled. Klara and she had an odd relationship, that for those not in the know would assume was hostile. Considering it was Dalisy, no one would be surprised if she had a hostile relationship with someone. That was basically a given. It was nice to not be sitting alone though so she was polite with her. She also wasn't in a bad mood. Though that shifted when Baulder announced that Helgi hadn't come back. That was unheard of. She frowned. How did the Hotel bring people back? She hadn't given it any thought before. "Klara, do you know how the resurrection here works?" Klara had been here longer than her. She also realized that if she died, again, she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her sister, or the other Dalisys. Her permanate death could mean...serious problems.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Runa's heart sank slightly as Klara went to go sit elsewhere, but she nodded. She just liked having both of her best friends at the table together, but she didn't say anything - it was her problem, not Klara's. Klara could sit wherever she wanted to and Runa could always catch up with her more later. "I'm good," Runa answered Nadia, smiling ever so slightly. "... Just wish there wasn't such a large crowd..." she then admitted. She understood that it was a serious time and everyone had to assemble, but having so many people in this space made the walls feel like they were closing in around her. She nodded at Arnora slightly in response to her greeting, before paying attention as her father started to speak. They weren't allowed to kill each other - it was such a strange concept, but it made sense. People weren't coming back to life. It might have been limited to those who had died the day before - or maybe it was still a problem. At any rate, the thought made her incredibly nervous. Resurrections were one of the protections of Valhalla and so many people here didn't know how to express themselves without violence. With the statement about reporting suspicious activity, Runa couldn't help but think again as to whether or not this was an intentional attack.... "... Do you think we're going to be okay?" she then asked Nadia.</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Klara still gave Dalisy a bit of a smile, before she turned her attention to everything that was being said. About people dying and not being brought back once they died, which was not ever a good thing. The idea of not being brought back was a strange one to her, she had just gotten so used to the idea with her centuries of being at the hotel that she had sort of forgotten what it would probably be like to just not return. Though them saying that things could continue normally aside from violence was a bit weird. The whole violence and killing each other was the main thing that happened. Her attention was drawn away from everything that was going on, and how exactly the whole resurrection thing worked. "Actually I'm not too sure really how it all works. All I know, the resurrection works fairly simple with we get killed by someone while we are here, we come back, of course death is more permanent if we die outside of the hotel and all... But in all my years of being here, I've never heard of something like this before... It is really strange... And more than a little bit concerning..."</s>
<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Floor 100: Elevator -> Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super Sense --- --- Dalisy considered just summoning the bifrost herself. It was a tempting option, but she hadn't used it on her own much so her control was...lacking. She didn't want to get dropped off somewhere she didn't intend to go. It would be better to ask her father. She wondered though if the Thanes would have them even be the ones to go deal with the situation. It felt like they were the Scooby-doo gang and getting involved in stuff the 'adults' would be better off dealing with. She kept an eye on Loki though as they rushed down to the Hall. He was still there. "He is still there, but there is some cultist of his coming to break him out." She explained. Her father was certainly going to see that just as well as she had. And give her words some credance. Part of her stomach twisted, what if what she was looking at was an illusion too though. Could Loki fool her...Could he fool her father?</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla Skills: N/A --- --- Runa nodded, a bit surprised that they didn't actually know the location - she thought Dalisay must have known, as she could see it. She also didn't know if they were really the right people to deal with this situation - surely there was someone more qualified to deal with Loki? They had only done it last time as the Norns had pretty much expressly said it had to be them. She pondered that as they headed out of the elevator and into the Feast Hall. She saw her father sitting at the Thanes' table and Runa felt a little strange - she was still getting used to having a father in general. The god thing was just another hurdle. He seemed happy - they had saved everyone, but it was ultimately meaningless - especially if Loki escaped. Everyone was telling the Thanes what had happened, and Runa didn't feel the need to add anything. Time was of the essence. If they were somehow the only ones qualified to stop Loki, then they needed to move quickly rather than stand around talking about how much they needed to do something.</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Hotel Valhalla Skills: N/A --- --- This was beyond stupid. They weren't a bunch of children needing to have an eye kept on them at all time. Since they all were already dead, and personally Klara thought it was idiotic to just wait around to have the gods figure things out, or to have them do everything. They were the ones who knew about the whole thing, and they weren't exactly helpless children. They didn't need to have a babysitter or a chaperone around. Actually with Astrid being around they already had a babysitter of sorts (which also annoyed her to no end). Why should they sit there and alert the others to what was going on? Why did they need to? Seriously, this was dumb, and she wanted nothing to do with these people if they were like,Oh, we need to alert others to what's going on since we are essentially helpless and need to have a babysitter keep an eye on us!. Yeah, it sounded dumb in her brain. Klara didn't immediately follow the others into the Feast Hall, honestly most of that group was pissing her off and she just sort of wanted nothing to do with them currently, since they all were fine with them needing a babysitter to try and actually accomplish or do anything. They were supposed to be warriors and all, so how come they couldn't exactly be trusted to do anything.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor Five Skills: N/A --- --- "Yeah, what Nadia said, but then again I have no idea what other sort of pennies there are, since I lived in what is now the United States, before it even really existed," Klara commented, nodding her head along with what Nadia was saying to Runa as she followed along over to the armor section of the store, as she found something that fit her, and she had to say that the jacket was kind of cool looking. "Alright, gotta admit, that jacket looks really cute," she told her with a smile before her attention turned to looking over at Elizabeth again as she started spouting about Baldur or something not being dead or something. "Or maybe you hit your head a bit too hard when you fell to the ground," she commented towards Elizabeth with a similar confused look to the look that Nadia had. "I mean... It's like what Nadia said... Baldur is dead, and last I checked, kind of has been for a while. Not to mention I understand what you are referring to, at least when it comes to events, since if I remember correctly Hel didn't really "capture" him, when he was killed he went to her realm. If everyone in the world weeped for him, then she would allow him to return to the land of the living, but since that didn't happen, that is where he stayed. Though feel free to correct me if I'm wrong about that..."</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 12 Skill: Longbow --- --- Dalisy pulled her feet up and tucked them under so she was in a three-point stance on the seat of the canoe. That kept her feet out of the water and made sure she was balanced enough so she could take a shot at the three Einherjar ladies that had attacked them. The first shot still went wild, the next two found their homes in the women. One killing and knocking the woman out of the boat. The other only hurting her. Dalisy smiled to herself. She figured Lara would have a harder time with her spear. She might be able to take out the boat itself though. So Dalisy turned and faced the oncoming issues letting Lara handle that as if she was gifting her the others. Though, Dalisy knew that if Lara upstaged her she would be irritated. She wished she had let Lara go first, but it was too late. "What is it about your face that people are attacking our canoe? Or did they just figure it would be easy since the canoe is older than most people who are enjoying their afterlife?" Dalisy asked over her shoulder. It was mostly directed at Arnora as a joke, but a part of her hoped that Lara would take it wrong and make a big deal out of it.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Five -> Floor Thirty Nine Skills: N/A --- --- Runa nodded at Elizabeth's introduction. She had to wonder how old Elizabeth actually was. The flames for eyes was still a bit concerning, although they hadn't returned, yet Runa was keeping her guard up so to speak. She wasn't sure if she could die permanently at any point here, she didn't want to push her luck. She also was afraid that even the temporary death that seemed to happen here would hurt. Like most people, she had an aversion to pain... most of the time. Runa put her right hand on her left arm, knowing the scars concealed by the jacket, all self inflicted. "I'm Runa Johansson," she said quietly. Her anxiety levels heightened as Elizabeth started talking about Balder and Hel. While a few moments ago she had been considering telling Nadia and Klara what she had learned when she died, Runa's instincts now told her to double down on her silence. They were dismissing what Elizabeth said about Balder being alive anyways. From what they said, it should have been impossible for Balder to be her father. Maybe the Gatekeeper she had seen was wrong, playing a cruel joke. Runa relaxed a bit at that idea. Her father, the god of love? It was silly to think about. Her actual father was probably just... just an ordinary man who left her mother. But there was also the fate of the world to contend with, inspiring self doubt. Was this really her secret to keep? What if not telling this caused everyone to die? Runa's eyes started watering up with tears at the thought that she could be responsible for that much suffering. They wouldn't believe her though. Even if she tried to help the world, it would be a doomed effort. It was a cosmic joke. She took the money from Nadia and bolted, throwing the pennies down on the counter since even upset, she didn't want to shoplift. She ran, tears flowing rapidly like a geyser erupting. Runa blindly dashed into the elevator, pressing a button at random, and she stumbled out onto a floor and just kept on running, trying to find someplace to hide.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 12 Skills: Spear --- --- "I can try my best to keep them occupied, but well it seems Dalisy is also on top of it." Lara gently crouched down in the canoe, and then looked over at the other canoe and narrowed her eyes a bit. She knew that she had to be careful about where she stepped and where she aimed... but thankfully her spear would come back to her if she tossed it... but the other canoe got in close, close enough for Lara to make some jabs at them. Sadly, she missed the other woman but... THUD The ever so satisfying sound of metal piercing wood and causing a huge hole in the other canoe made Lara grin at that point. She simply smirked over at the other canoe and then pulled her spear back. Thankfully, even if she had missed the other people in the canoe, she had caused them some damage that they couldn't easily fix it. "Anora, we need to get out of range and quick, think you can do that?" Lara had faith that the other woman could do it, but it was still a bit risky if the other woman left in the canoe wanted her vengeance or to even try hopping over. Lara didn't want to die, not by drowning. She hated drowning, and it was on her list of top horrible ways to die, right up there with being shot to death.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Thirty Nine -> Floor 472 Skills: Norwegian --- --- Alarm bells went off in Runa's mind, seeing people about twice her age staring at her. She was never a huge fan of strangers to begin with, but the older men in particular caused her already high anxiety levels to rise even more. People didn't have any qualms about murder in this hotel. She didn't want to find out what other grotesque behaviors were allowed. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the walls closing in around her. Her Valkyrie coming up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder caused Runa to flinch. She white knuckled the staff in her hands, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to figure out an escape route. "J-j-jeg har det bra," Runa stammered in her native Norwegian. She couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of her eyes, gushing more like, no matter how terrified the new situation she had ended up in made her. The only way out that she could see was the elevator. She ducked under the Valkyrie's outstretched arm and dashed back in the way she had gone, pressing frantically on the elevator buttons for dear life. Once it opened up and she stepped inside, she hit one of the highest floors - floor 472. The doors opened to reveal a race track.... for GoCarts? Runa had seen them before in American TV shows, but never in real life.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 12 Skill: --- --- "Hey I just call it as I see it, and I can see everything." Dalisy quipped. Her power had to be activated thankfully, but she could really see anything if she so decided, as long as it was actively happening. She couldn't see the past or future. That probably was a good thing. Dalisy considered the future a terrifying prospect and was quite happy living in the moment. Dalisy hopped off the boat when the landed and helped pull it in. "That was fun. Want to go again? I didn't even get hurt a little. You promised me a few new bruises. Not to even mention the broken bones." Her question was solely directed at Arnora. She didn't even glance at Lara.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor Five Skills: N/A --- --- Klara instantly glanced at Runa as she whirled around and took off running away from them, and she let out a bit of a sigh before glaring a bit at Elizabeth, "Really Elizabeth? Everything was perfectly fine until you showed up and started talking or playing tricks or whatever! I may be a trickster, but I at least have the decency to know when to not do pull tricks, and usually that's after the new arrivals have a chance to get settled in!" she snapped at Elizabeth, more then a little bit annoyed with her and what she had more or less done. Runa had seemed fine, and at least feeling a little bit more at ease around just her and Nadia, but no, Elizabeth had to open her mouth and start causing problems. "I'm with you, Arnora probably could find her quicker, she could be anywhere in this place, and let's not forget that it's huge, so if we went around trying to find her without some sort of help," she said to Nadia, looking over at her now and clearly she was completely ignoring Elizabeth's existence. It was well-known that Klara could be a bit of a hot-head, and most people didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. She didn't even really want to talk to Elizabeth anymore, or have her anywhere near them at the moment, "Let's go find her," she said to Nadia, heading towards the elevator. "Do you know where she could be?"</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 12 Skills: N/A --- --- "Fun was one way to put it. Next time I want to go down the rapids I might have to ask to go with you two again, given that I survived with you two rather than with the people I started off with." Lara knew that even as she said that that Dalisy would probably toss herself into the rapids than go down them again with Lara. That was always the way with Lara and Dalisy, since the day Dalisy had arrived. No matter how many times Lara tried to ask her what the problem was, Dalisy always found away to avoid answer the question. Lara hopped off at the dock and helped tie it up at that point and sighed a bit at that as she looked at them both. "You two can go again if you'd like, I might go practicing somewhere else. Unless there is something else you'd like to do, Arnora?" She smiled at the other woman, hoping that Arnora might want to hang out a bit longer.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 301 Skill: Super-Sense --- --- "Only because I would hold back in deference to your advanced age." Dalisy said to Arnora before they went their separate ways. Arnora was the first one off the elevator, which had left Dalisy alone with Lara. That only made Dalisy more irritated. Gods she had been having so much fun in the rapids and then Lara had to show up. It was like the world was conniving to make sure she had a bad day. Normally Dalisy might have joined one of the chaotic card games or just joined the fight for fun, but what she wanted was to make sure her sister was okay. Lara was just so much like Niah that it was a constant reminder that Niah was mortal. She might be a demi-god, but she was still mortal. Once in her room, Dalisy reached out with her senses, found her sister, and watched. Niah was alive and well. Dalisy couldn't pick up on anything going on around her, but she knew that Niah was okay. Dalisy flopped down on a chair and sighed. She'd get changed in a moment, but the desire to punch a wall, or someone's face, had been reduced at least.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Wicca, Perception --- --- Once Loki introduced himself, everything clicked into place. He was another one of the Norse gods, the god of mischief. She remembered vaguely stories about him cutting off Sif's hair or convincing Thor to wear drag to regain his hammer. He pretty much was connected to everything that went wrong for the Norse gods and every fiber of her being was telling her that she couldn't trust him. His image was flickering, giving her some comfort that he wasn't actually there - it was just an illusion, a trick. She took a breath, thinking over her words carefully before responding. It helped that she was rather quiet and introverted, already a person who took her time before speaking. "My father's a nobody," she said softly. "And even if he were... a god... I don't owe him anything." She paused, locking eyes with the god. She wanted to run back into the elevator and press another button. She wanted to get away from Loki, but she couldn't. He knew something about where Balder was - and maybe if she could rescue Balder, she could stop the end of the world from happening. She could absolve herself of that spiritual debt. "So I don't have any reason to make a deal with you... Loki. You'll have to find someone else to barter with." She didn't know what she was going to ask him for if he offered her a better deal - but she hoped that he might slip up slightly and give her another clue by accident.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Gift Shop Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth stay where she was seated, not seeing too much of a reason to start roaming around at the moment. She had some thinking to do. If she was correct and Ragnarok was heading towards them, then she either had to get her affairs in order, or prevent it. She didn't know how effective fighting against the tide of fate would be, but if the world was to end, it wasn't like not fighting against it would be oblivion any more or less empty. It felt like the "hero" thing to do, so she knew she would probably do it. People didn't write stories about those who nobly stayed at home and waited for fate to run its course. She just hoped the Thanes would actually take her seriously. Given her age, she hoped that that would get them to listen, even if she was a little... absurd at times. She didn't make a habit off lying per say, and she hoped they knew she wouldn't mess around when it came to the end of the world. upon thinking that, she visibly winced. In all honesty, she might, which wouldn't make convincing them easy by any means. If she kept it up for long enough, she was sure they'd believe her eventually, or at least, that was what she hoped. She wasn't the best at mobilizing people on her own, she she really needed their backing here.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 233 Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stepped off the elevator on her floor and was thankful a bit for the calm. Yes, she enjoyed spending time with others, like Arnora and some of the other residents in the hotel, but when it came to Dalisy... the woman would not open up to Lara. They butted heads like they were a pair of goats that were fighting over the one part of the hill, when there was an entire mountain to fight upon. Lara always tried to be civil to Dalisy, but it seemed that no matter what she did, it would not matter. However, Lara did know that not everyone could be friends. It was mostly just awkward when Lara wanted to spend time with Arnora... which... was a bit of the time if she was honest to herself. Lara headed into her room and sighed as she looked at it. In a cruel twist of fate, her room had been designed much like the little apartment she had hoped to move into with Levi when the war was over... the little apartment they would make their live together. But no, the fates had not been kind. Lara didn't even know if Levi had lived or had passed. She had never looked as it would break her heart. She knew that Levi would have never joined her here. He was a scholar, and.... she was a warrior. She flopped out on her bed for a moment, as she wanted to take a shower but also felt herself feeling a bit drained at the moment.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 301 -> Elevator Skill: Hand-to-hand --- --- Dalisy sighed, well so much for the time to take a shower or anything. She'd never get a good seat if she spent the time changing even. Dalisy stood up and joined the chaotic fray of people shoving for a spot on the elevator. Whoever thought a single elevator for all of Valhalla was a good idea needed to be flayed. Making her to the elevator and onto it was a surprisingly easy feat. Finally, she had a way to burn off some of the growing stress. She pushed her way and even took someone's legs out from underneath him, but she got a spot. That didn't always happen, each day seemed a toss of the dice. Now she just had to keep the spot. She made sure she wasn't the closest to the door before it opened again. That could at least keep her on it long enough to get close to the Hall.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Perception --- --- She didn't miss the frown that flashed across Loki's face. It may have only been a few seconds, but the image was seared into Runa's mind. He didn't like her answer. He was hiding something. He seemed pretty desperately to want her to go after Balder - and admittedly, the fear of being responsible for the end of the world was a good motivator. But if Loki was so keen on having her go after him, she was pretty sure there was some sort of trap in store. He didn't seem trustworthy. He reminded her of the bullies at school that would pretend to be her friend at first, only to then steal her stuff and hide them in the net of the basketball hoop. "I don't need to have anyone. I like being alone," she said quietly, just before Loki vanished. She was lying of course - she missed her mother dearly already. She even missed her step-father. She had the floor number and time Loki gave her committed to memory already, her emotions betraying the facade she had tried to present to the god. Runa tilted her head slightly as the dinner announcement rang. Had she been in the hotel that long already? Did time move differently here? She couldn't be certain. She wanted to take some time to herself to process everything, maybe make a pro and con list in order to figure out the choice to make, but Fate had other plans for her. Nadia and the others had found her. "I'm f-fine. I just... I just needed to be alone for a little bit."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 233 to Elevator to Dining Hall Skills: Fighting/ Shoving --- --- Lara looked up as she heard the call to dinner and got up with a groan. So much for getting a shower and changing before dinner. Thankfully, the dead cared less about appearances sometimes. So, she simply untied her hair and let it fall down and then got up and headed out of the hallway and towards the now swarmed elevator. She frowned as she looked at it and let out a sigh. She moved and shoved her way through the throngs of people until she managed to wiggle her way into the tiny box and waited for the big doors to slam shut and take them on their way to the dining hall. Tight spaces were nothing new to Lara. She had gotten use to the elevator quickly in her time in the Hotel, but it also reminded her of a different time. Without thinking her hand wrapped around her necklace and she fidgeted with the little silver star on her necklace. She had planned to convert... She let her mind slip back to the small room, always smelling of books. Levi loved books almost as much as he loved her. He would have loved knowing that the old Nordic Myths were true... Lara mentally slapped herself. Why was she dwelling on this so much today? Was her formerly mortal mind trying to remind her of some important date? She wasn't sure anymore about what was going on. When the elevator dinged for the dining room floor, she shoved her way out and went to go see if she could find either Arnora or Klara. She could use a friend.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain: The Feast Hall of the Slain was always really busy during dinner time always as the room quickly started to fill up with Einherjar all from various parts throughout time as well. Valkyries were all busy tending to Einherjar, refilling up their drinks before flying away as well. Lara, Elizabeth and Dalisy were both in the same elevator as the door opened up for them as well, the room was really loud as well with people talking. The Thane's table was at the other end of the room with some of the famous people in history, they all were just getting ready to sit down as well, the Thanes were Crispus Attucks who was an escaped slave who was the first person killed during the Boston Massacre, Davy Crockett who was a frontiersman and folk hero. Ernie Pyle a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, Erik Bloodax who as a Norwegian ruler Erik the Red a Viking who was the founder of Greenland's first settlement, James Bowie who was a pioneer and folk hero. Leif Erikson who an Icelandic explorer who discovered North America. Lord Nelson who was a British Flag Officer in the Royal Navy, Lord Ottar Snorri Sturluso who was an Icelandic historian, poet, and politician. As well as Hotel Valhalla's manager Helgi himself. At the center of their table stood an empty chair with a black crow perched up on one of the chair's arms overlooking the growing crowd. --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked at Klara and smirked when she mentioned the army of Goats prank on Helgi was still really funny and entertaining to see in person she really did miss that prank. "Out of all the years I've been here that has probably been the most entertaining prank of all time." Arnora said looking over at Runa, who looked to be really stressed out and shy as well being here was really stressful at first as well as Arnora thought of something, she had been in Valhalla the longest as well. Nadia closed her eyes for a moment letting out a slight sigh in relief that she was alright, though Runa running off like that was a little bit worrying as well. "I'm glad you are alright, and I understand it's really hard." Nadia said, though why the gokart floor was a really weird place to try and be alone. Runa did have her room after all as well, or maybe being there brought up to many memories of her former life Nadia wasn't really sure. "Dinner has started, if you are hungry at all we can help get you there. Or if you want we can smuggle some food up to your room so you can still relax or something." She offered. "Hey, if you'd like I could take you to Midgard for a little bit." Arnora offered looking over at Runa she knew a way or two out of the Hotel and she had gone off on her own and with a few others in the past as well. Though Arnora hadn't met the girl up until now as well, and by the looks of it she didn't like to be bombarded with people. Though if Runa ran off for whatever reason again could be a bad thing as well Nadia thought, she did occasionally sneak out with Arnora in the past as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Elevator -> Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super Sight --- --- Dalisy sighed a small breath of relief as she exited the elevator. She saw Elizabeth and poked her in the side lightly. "Hey Beth. Find any trouble today?" She asked, mostly as a joke. It was not the first time she had said it to her. "You'll find there may be rumors about me gaining something resembling kindness as I didn't drown Lara in the river today. Unfortunately, they are true." Dalisy, wondering if Arnora had beat her to the Hall and had already found a seat, let her power from her Father look for her. Arnora was up at the go-carts with Klara, Nadia, and some girl Dalisy didn't recognize. "Weird." She said half under her breath. "Anyway, want to sit with me for dinner?" She asked Beth, before finding a seat. There was room if Beth decided to sit with her.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa stared at Klara, her heart pounding as seconds felt like they stretched out into years. She didn't know what to say to answer her. And the longer she thought about what exactly to say, the more awkward the fact she wasn't saying anything had become - it was an exponential increase, a growth of awkwardness. Eventually, she decided for an incredibly belated nod, although Runa was pretty sure Klara must have thought she was an idiot or a freak with a language impediment. Maybe she should have been playing dumb this entire time - she could have claimed to only speak Norwegian even and not understand a word of English. "Uh..." Runa squeaked, trying to decide what to do. So many things were coming at her, so many choices to make. Some of them were small - did she want to eat around a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, eat in her room, or sneak off to another plane of existence? Others were larger - should she trust Loki and try to save her father and by extension the world from complete destruction? Going down to Earth had the definite benefit that she could avoid the hungry and hangry murderers in the dining hall - or Food Court - or whatever it was that they had here. She could also bolt more easily she had to imagine. At least on Earth, things made sense and she could just dash onto a bus. "...Earth would be nice."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stepped off the elevator and then sighed a bit as she looked around and did not see Klara nor Arnora at that moment of time. She frowned a bit at that as she had wanted to see her friends, but well maybe she would go sit with her fellow floor mates and enjoy talking with them over dinner. She did look up and spotted that there were Valkyries there, which wasn't uncommon, but one of them seemed excited for some reason, a huge grin plastered on her face. Lara had to wonder if that meant that someone new would be joining them. Lara still remembered her own feast with clarity, even though that had been nearly eighty Midgard years ago... It would be eighty soon, that she knew. It had been over seventy years and each year that passed it just hurt a little less. Meeting others like her had helped, and even meeting her father the one time had helped her. She shifted a bit as she tried to look around for the new face, wanting to greet and welcome them. She would happily invite them to live on her floor if they did not have a room yet.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain: Both Lara and Dalisy would notice Elizabeth making her way over towards the Thane's table, they were all talking amongst themselves over something, when Leif turned his attention over towards her raising an eyebrow when she mentioned Balder and Ragnarok. He looked towards the other Thanes for a moment. To them it kind of sounded a bit far fetched since there wasn't really any kind of proof at what Elizabeth was actually saying. "Do you have any proof on what you claim is actually true daughter of Loki?" One of them asked, as the Thanes whispered amongst themselves One of Lara's floormates gently tapped her on the shoulder, he was a younger guy by the name of John who had been dead for around ten years or so now. "How has your day been?" The room started to slowly fill in now as the some of the stragglers were starting to come through now as well, Dalisy would be able to see a couple one of them with long blonde hair, and another with green hair talking to each other with a few others as well. --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- "Cool, though we would have to do it sometime after dinner though. Since it's your first day here you'll have to be in the Feast Hall the Thanes need to get a look at you. They would have to reshow your death however, and see if you have a godly parent or not. But other than that the rest of the evening is yours." Arnora said to Runa, she wasn't sure how Runa would react to seeing her death again or not usually they are pretty gruesome as well. Nadia nodded slightly forgetting about that as well, shuddering slightly before she was claimed by her parent. "I'll be close by whenever they do show that, it really isnt a pretty sight either." Nadia offered hoping that would comfort Runa a little bit and just wanted the girl to feel more at home here as well. "Lets do that right after dinner then it's usually pretty crazy down there and no one will notice us sneaking out after that." Nadia said as she looked the room there were a few stragglers there as well as they made their way towards the elevators. "Anyway, just seek me out i'll be around the feast hall whenever you want to get out of here." Arnora said as she turned and started to make her way over towards the elevator, Nadia looked at Klara then at Runa. "We should get going to." Nadia said as she turned and quickly followed Arnora to the elevator.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- "Honestly, how dare you insult me in such a way. And yeah I'll save you a seat. Good luck. I'm ready, end of the world bring it on." Dalisy said as she and Beth went separate ways. She wasn't surprised that Beth knew it was her. Though the idea of the end of the world was not particularly pleasant. As much as she had joked. She didn't want to have to fight a battle she knew she would lose. She watched as people entered the hall filling it. There was always enough room, but yet there was only one elevator. An oversight that drove her nuts. Dalisy was fond of people watching. A pair of people caught her eye, maybe it was the green hair. Then it clicked who she was seeing. Magnus Chase and Alex Fierro. Alex was a child of Loki, half-sibling of Beth, and Magnus was a son of Frey, half-brother of Nadia. Yuck. Yuck about Nadia. Not about Chase. Well that wasn't totally true Chase had become something of a superstar and she hated that. Dalisy let her gaze drift off of the pair of them, as if she hadn't been thinking about how annoying Chase's half-sister was. She watched for maybe Arnora, though considering she had seen Arnora with Nadia she decided she wasn't going to get her friend's attention when she joined them in the Hall. That would just be inviting for stabbing time. After being called soft by Beth that seemed like a fun idea though.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa wasn't sure whether to be happy or hurt that so many people wanted to go on this trip to Earth. She hadn't considered the possibility that they were trying to be friendly really, more feeling like they were trying to babysit her or prevent her from escaping - which to be fair, that was her plan so far. She wanted to go to Earth in order to run away from her problems. She couldn't be blamed for the destruction of the universe if they couldn't find her. And it was so much easier to run away from things rather than face them. As a teenager with depression, it pretty much was her go to strategy - her arms told that story with the scars. She froze though as Arnora explained that she would actually have to go to dinner - and not only that, but everyone would be able to watch the most traumatic moment of her life (or death?) and learn the identity of her parents. Her blood felt like liquid nitrogen. Her nerves were shot. Her eyes darted rapidly as she tried to figure out a place to run to, a way to hide. If people knew she was the daughter of Balder, then they'd be able to blame her when the world died for not saying anything. But it was definitely too late right to come clean and say what she had seen? They'd probably all assume that she had taken Loki's deal or something and that she was working with the enemy. "...I'm allergic to crowds..." Runa blurted, not quite sure she used the correct English word but it made sense to her. She remained rooted in place, not moving to the elevator.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- "John, good to see you." Lara was glad for the distraction for the moment at that point, since her mind kept wandering back towards other things. "My day went well, went to the Rapids for a bit and managed to survive. What about you? Did you do anything interesting? Did I miss anything of note?" She smiled a bit at that as she settled down at the table and then looked around a bit at that point. She was getting a bit worried at that point that she hadn't seen Arnora or Klara at that point, but she doubted they would miss dinner. Though something was feeling odd to her at that point. She swore she saw Elizabeth work her way towards the Thanes, and then she looked off to the side and back to John. Maybe the fact that something was going on, maybe that's why she had been distracted all day. She had no idea truly why she had been fixated on the past that day. "Hmmm... I do wonder what is going on..." She mused aloud and then sighed a bit as she leaned up against the table. She was getting hungry again. Dinner would be welcome at that point and it would help her push the thoughts out of her mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked at Elizabeth and gave her a bit of an annoyed look and shook her head slightly. "Well she did just die, and barely had any sort of time to adjust and then being shoved off the deep end already with a quest it would be overwhelming." Arnora said shaking her head slightly at her, people in the modern age did seem a little more fragile unless you were in some kind of military or army. "Anyway, i'm gonna go and check up on the new girl you guys can come or not up to you." Arnora said as she quickly got up from where she was sitting and made her way over towards the group. She turned and looked at Lara and smiled towards her and shrugged slightly she had only met the new girl not to long ago really. "Hadnt really known her for to long." Arnora answered her as she approached Klara, Nadia and Runa. Nadia gently rested her hand on Runa's back seeing the girl was getting nervous again and getting that caged animal look as well. "Yeah of course we can go and get things ready if you want, and if you want to talk or something to we can." Nadia said as she looked over seeing Lara and Arnora approaching and gave the two of them a slight wave. "C'mon lets go." Nadia said as she helped Runa up and motioned for Klara to follow her. "She's really nervous, she's going to need some help with everything." Nadia whispered to Lara and Arnora so only the two of them could hear. "Lets meet up at our floor in like thirty minutes, and introduce yourselves there to where it's less busy." Nadia continued before making her way over towards the reception. Arnora looked at Lara and shrugged slightly, she did promise to let Runa out of the hotel later as well to. "She's scared about everything and still processing things to I think." Arnora said.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- "I think she needs a little bit of space..." she started to say towards just about everyone else who had decided to come over, when Runa spoke up and asked for her and Nadia to go off with her. She was kind of glad to go off, but she was wondering what it was that Runa seemed to want to talk to them about. Could it just be about the quest? Or could it possibly be about something else? Who knew at this point in time, considering the fact that Runa didn't exactly strike her as the type of person who would just open up about everything, so she was perfectly fine with going along with Runa to see what it was that she wanted to talk about aside from maybe the quest. "If you want to go somewhere else, that's perfectly fine... Maybe up to your room would be better, there are a lot less people and we can talk there, okay? Just the three of us or something," she said as she followed along after, though she wondered what it was that Nadia had whispered to Lara and Arnora. As they walked towards reception, she looked at Nadia, "What did you say to those two?" she couldn't help but ask her, more then a little bit curious as to what she had said to the other two who had seemed to sort of been crowding around Runa and all.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super-Sense --- --- "Yeah I'll join you." Dalisy said to Beth. "Arnora if you need me to stab something let me know." Dalisy shoved the last few bites of her food into her mouth and followed after Beth toward the Thanes. She wore a grin. "Oh I have an idea." Dalisy closed her eyes and reached out with her powers. She took after her father and could see anyone, anywhere in the multi-verse. It came with some downsides in that Dalisy had seen some things she didn't want to, but she loved being able to check up on her sister. Dalisy could see Hel herself sitting on her throne in her Castle Eljudnir in Niflheim. Baldur is trapped in a cage there. That gave them some information. Dalisy wasn't certain if Beth had seen that in her own vision as detailed though. "Beth dear, did you know where Baldur was? I just looked and I can see him in Niflheim. Hel has him, but I think you knew that." She sighed. Her power would be useful. She focused a bit more, the Naglfar and a small group of the undead and a few frost giants gathering things but it isn't ready yet. "The faster they get there the better. She has frost giants gathering stuff, but they aren't ready yet. If they get ready we're gonna lose. I'll tell Arnora so she can warn the new girl."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Lara had barely sad down and gotten a much appreciated answer from Arnora when Runa, the new girl, asked Klara and Arnora to talk with her in person, as well as asking them to go talk in private. She sighed a bit at that as she looked up at her friends. "If you need any assistance, I am here to offer it. As well as to bind any oaths if needed." She sighed a bit at that point and then turned to Nadia and offered her a small smile. "Meeting up in thirty to introduce myself does sound like a good plan. I do know too well how overwhelming it can be here." She looked to Arnora again and nodded. "She should have more time to adjust than what has been given to her. However... this is ominous..." She was aware that this could end poorly for all of them. The once dead god... back in the realm of the living. Lara was glad she had not brought any sharp implements to the table with her, otherwise she would be carving out chunks out of the wood with worry. She did look up as she saw Beth and Dalisy go to approach the Thanes's table and inwardly groaned. Were those two looking to add more trouble and chaos to the dinner already?</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- Beth had talked for Dalisy, which was just fine. It meant the ire of the Thanes weren't directed at her. Dalisy was a shit-stirrer, but she wasn't an idiot. She followed Arnora away from the Thanes. "We have some information for her." She said. "I took a look. Hel is vulnerable right now, but I don't know how long until she has forces gathered that we actually have to worry about." If they could prevent Ragnorok it would hold it off for a while yet. It wouldn't stop it. Nothing could. Dalisy sighed. "I don't want this to be underestimated." They could keep the world turning long enough for Niah to have a full life. That's what mattered. Why did this have to happen in Niah's lifetime? "I don't care if I go on the quest of not. I just want to make sure Runa knows everything she needs to." For someone who was as fatalistic as Dalisy was she did seem particularly concerned.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain -> Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- As the elevator stopped on floor twenty one, Runa didn't feel any sort of connection to it. She didn't see it as her floor - she didn't even feel like her room here was her own. It was truly a hotel, just a place to pass in and out of, not the rich and vibrant afterlife of the Summerland that she had been anticipating. Her mind fixated on the negative, struggling to see any positives in this situation. There was so much that was wrong with her afterlife, so much guilt that she felt for the choices she had made so far, and as well for some she hadn't - for instance, she felt incredibly guilty to even have been born. Balder wasn't supposed to have any recently deceased children from what she could tell. She swallowed, standing instead of sitting on the sofa. "When I died, I didn't wake up at Hotel Valhalla," she said softly. "I was in the land of the damned and the gatekeeper, he said You should not be here daughter of Balder, you shall not find him... and then I was here... And um... Loki then tried to strike a deal with me, b-but I promise I didn't trust him, I'm not a spy or anything, I just... Balder isn't my dad. I've never met him. A-and I was worried you would all think this was all my fault, the end of the world..."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain -> Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Now Klara couldn't help but be slightly annoyed with Nadia on that one. "...So let me get this straight, you decided to invite people to join us or whatever later, when Runa hates being crowded by a lot of people which was made obvious in the short time we've known her, and when it isn't your choice whether or not anyone else actually tags along. It's Runa's choice, not yours, so why did you feel like it was fine with you just doing that?" she asked rather bluntly, crossing her arms and looking at Nadia as she followed along after the pair, to the elevator and up to the 21st floor. Sure, she knew that Nadia likely meant well, but that probably wasn't the best way to go about actually potentially inviting people along. She should have asked what Runa wanted first rather then just assume. Glancing over at Runa as she sat down on the sofa in the room that they eventually came to, she listened to her words about what had happened before she came to the hotel, and about her encounter with Loki. "Hey, no need to be nervous about anything Runa, I trust you, if you say you didn't trust Loki or whatever, then I believe you. That whole instance before you got here is interesting... Is that the only words you remember hearing? Since it sounds like they knew about your eventual quest to find your father Baldur, whether you believe him to be your father or not, before you or anyone else did... Trust me, learning of your true parentage can take some getting used to..."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain -> The Elevator Skills: N/A --- --- Lara could feel a slight tinge in her cheek rise when Arnora put her hand upon her shoulder, and it just confused her as to why. Maybe she had been lacking such physical comfort as of late. She pushed the thought out of her mind as her friend spoke, bringing up a good point. "We should stop them indeed... I can see Helgi getting annoyed at Elizabeth already, and I doubt Dalisy would help." She got up and went to head over with her friend towards the Thane's table. She continued to follow her and paused as Dalisy spoke. "I don't think anyone is underestimating how serious this is, Dalisy... we all know what this signifies, or at least most of us do. Come, it might do well for all of us to go and speak with Runa then." Lara took lead of the group and headed over towards the elevator. Thankfully, most of the Einherjar were busy with dinner or chatting with their other friends, so summoning the elevator would take less time and it would be less crowded than it had been before dinner. Lara knew the way she was acting could be taken as her wanting to go so badly on a quest, but honestly, she was just worried for the new girl, and knew that she needed as much information as she could get. Also, being the resident Oathbinder, Lara was sure that she might want to be witness to the group Runa had picked and bind them together.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa blinked, not really sure how Klara could think this was going to be fun. This wasn't going to be fun at all. They were going on a mission to stop the end of the world, well more than just the world, the end of existence. If they succeeded, it would be at great cost. And if they failed... Runa winced a bit, not wanting to think about the alternatives, but they bubbled up into her mind. She had images of the world boiling as fire consumed it, strange creatures spilling blood across the land, people screaming as they begged for air, only to choke on smoke and crumble to the ground. She was white knuckling her seat as the elevator opened with a soft ding. "Err, no... I already hit her today," Runa replied to Nadia. She wasn't against hitting Elizabeth again if she tried to scare her. She stared at the group of strangers that had come to see her with information. She tensed up, wondering if they were about to accuse her of being a spy or something. She didn't know any of them. She only trusted Klara and Nadia, so even if these people had good information for her, she wasn't going to expand her group. If death loomed in her future, she wanted to face it with... friends. "Thank you," she told the newcomers quietly, waiting to hear what they had to say.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Elevator Skill: --- --- "Honestly, I just don't like your face. It's like when someone gives off a silent fart but it smells so bad you feel like you're going to die and all the hairs in your nose burn off." Dalisy lied. The lie came easy. "Also, you're the most square square that ever squared." That part was true. Lara was annoyingly square. "Oh and also because you're super uptight. If a stick were in your ass it'd probably be crushed to goo or something." Also true. She turned to Beth when she said that she'd be happy to have Lara along. "Speak for yourself." She said and leaned against the wall of the elevator with her arms crossed until finally they were up with the newbie and of godcursedly course Nadia. Dalisy decided she was going to end up killing either Lara or Nadia if she went on this quest and considered just leaving right then. But she glanced at Lara and for a moment could only see her sister. Protecting the world was protecting Niah. Dalisy sighed, "Hey, uh. So I'm the child of Heimdal and did a quick check on where Baulder is and Hel is basically amasing an army and if ya'll don't act soon she'll have the upper hand."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Could just set an army of goats against Elizabeth if she just annoys me to much anyway, so no need to smack her again, there are waaaaay better ways to mess with her or just be not so kind to her then hitting her, besides that gets boring and way too predictable after a while," Klara whispered to Runa regarding the whole fact that Elizabeth was showing up and Nadia asking her if she wanted to smack her for her. There was annoying, and then there was just sort of mean to new people, and to her because of what happened with Runa, Elizabeth fell under the latter. A prank wasn't fun unless more then one person found it funny, and no one but Elizabeth had found that thing funny. "What sort of information?" she couldn't help but ask, sort of crossing her arms slightly and looking at the group that had shown up out of the elevator. She and Dalisy had an interesting relationship to say the least, and she gave her a slight wave as she listened to what it was that she had to say, and nodded her head slightly. "Yeah, that definitely sounds beyond bad, then again everything was already insanely bad regarding this whole thing... So, what's the first move do you think, since we kind of need a game plan of where to go."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Seems you were outvoted on whether I should be here or not. You're the only dissension." Lara couldn't help but be a little smug when Elizabeth said she was happy to have here there. If Lara had been thinking right, it was Elizabeth and Dalisy that were 'crashing the party' or so they said. Nadia had asked her to come to meet Runa, but it seemed that everyone had something they needed to say at that point, and Lara wasn't going to argue with the importance of Elizabeth and Dalisy's words, even if Dalisy wanted a fight with Lara. (However, that was far from unusual. Dalisy had decided to hate Lara from the first time they met, before Lara had even said hello.) "Hello Runa, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lara... and I'm mostly here to offer my services. My father is Tyr, God of Law, Order and Justice... as well as war. I'm here to offer myself as an Oathbinder if need be." Lara would never try to force herself onto a quest, but she would offer herself if Runa asked. However, Nadia had asked her to come along, and she would be there to offer her services as Oathbinder.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked at Runa and gave her a slight smile and nodded towards her, she would smack Elizabeth for her if Runa did ask. "Just le me know whenever you do." Nadia whispered towards Runa, she gave Lara a friendly smile as she and the others approached to give them some more information. She crossed her arms over her chest for a moment listening to both Dalisy and Elizabeth as the two of them told the rest of the group what they had seen. The news didnt sound good at all, and it seemed that Hel was trying to startup Ragnarok for some reason which she didnt know why. "So two groups to go on a two parter quest." Nadia said as she thought for a moment while looking over towards Runa for a moment. "Runa, Klara and I can go and search for Baldur, while you guys do your thing with the army." Nadia suggested while looking over at Runa it was still her choice after all, and she wanted her and Klara to join her as well. But it sounded like it was a good plan for the larger group to try and take on Hel's army. "I can get us out of Valhalla, I know a few ins and outs to get us to wherever we need to go as well." Arnora finally spoke up looking at everyone else in the room. She was the oldest out of the Einherjar, in this little ragtag group and had known a few ways to sneak out of Valhalla itself. "You might need some kind of climbing gear however it's going to be a hard climb on the World Tree." Arnora said, as she cringed slightly seeing Ratatoskr the massive squirrel that lived on the World Tree. "Hope you arent scared of heights or giant ass squirrels." Arnora said, giving Runa a slight smile hopefully the group would be okay with the long climb as well and hoped that everything would run smoothly as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> GTFO Skill: --- --- "Fun fact I can control the Bifrost and could just do that. But it's cool I don't want to be involved in this." Dalisy was irritated. She hated Lara and Nadia, and it felt like Arnora was forgetting what skills Dalisy could offer. There was zero motivation for her to be on this quest. Sure, she wanted to help save the world cause her sister lived in it. But she didn't want to be on a quest those two. She'd be near fighting them the whole time. Besides she had a grudge match in the morning if she went on the quest she wouldn't be able to beat the guy up. "Good luck Runa. Hope you save your dad and all." Dalisy turned around and left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa frowned ever so slightly as the daughter of Heimdall explained that Hel had amassed an army - that was extremely worrying and didn't do anything to help her nerves. But she was also stressed and upset since the woman didn't tell her where Balder was anyways. She knew the answer though - he was in that cold nightmare she had seen earlier, right? She wished that she didn't have to go there, to be surrounded by other lost souls of the dead. Elizabeth, one of her least favorite people, confirmed that location - they had to go to Hel's throne room. She felt like they had a better chance of winning the lottery ten times in a row and marrying super models. "Uh, giant squirrels? I... I don't think I understand you. I'm sorry. English isn't my first language..." Runa apologized, looking at Arnora with confusion. She was pretty sure that she couldn't have heard her right. Maybe she meant dogs or foxes or tigers? Runa went through a bunch of different animals she could imagine being a logical choice there, but then again, maybe it wasn't an animal at all. English was such a weird language and she hadn't learned it willingly. It had been required in school.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Elizabeth you were just rude earlier with everything, and no one exactly asked for your opinions on things," Klara said instantly, shooting a bit of a glare towards Elizabeth. However she didn't say anything else about it, since she did offer at least some information that could potentially prove to be useful to them. She didn't like the fact that Elizabeth was the one coming up with a plan of sorts, but she didn't say anything about it since Nadia seemed to agree with it. Everything was still Runa's decision ultimately, so it would all depend on what she wanted. Of course, when Runa spoke she didn't say much and seemed to focus more on the idea of the giant squirrels then anything else, since she didn't say anything about the idea. "I mean yeah, there is a giant squirrel thing on the tree, I mean think about it. Squirrels live in trees, we are in the World Tree, so of course there would be a squirrel living in it," she said towards Runa giving her a smile. It did make it a little easier to understand when thought about that way. "Sure, let's go to Hel's throne room and deal with her, that sounds like fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Lara was getting a little bit frustrated at Elizabeth, and she knew the others were tense as well, but she stilled her tongue as the girl spoke... and then listened to the others as the suggested ideas. Then... Dalisy decided her part in all this was over. Lara was inwardly thankful for that, as she didn't really want to be on a quest with her. It would end with one of them killing the other for real at that point. However, the lingering big about heading to Hel's kingdom caused her chest to tighten up a bit. What if.... what if someone she knew was there? It didn't make logical sense, but, then again, if logic could be applied to this situation, Lara wouldn't be in Valhalla. "I'll be more than happy to lend my aid against the army if you ask of it. I am not happy with the idea of the undead rising up at her insistence too much." Lara looked to Arnora, a bit thankful she would be with her, even if that did mean she'd be with Elizabeth as well. Elizabeth was a good fighter, but sometimes her tongue got her into trouble, as evident by earlier that night. "When should we depart then?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa wasn't really comfortable with people asking her permission to go off and do things. She was the least experienced of them all. They had known they were demigods for a long time and they had gotten used to things in Valhalla. Runa only really brought to the table her knowledge of Wicca and its slight correlations with mythology - although, she supposed the myths weren't really myths now. Her only qualifications for this were that she apparently was the child of a missing god and she had been designated via prophecy for this effort. Her one and only encounter with the supernatural had resulted in her death. The mission seemed doomed to fail. The universe was going to end and Runa could only blame herself. "Erm, please go ahead?" she told Lara. Arnora reiterated the plan and Runa tried to have confidence in it, rather than a horrid sense of overwhelming anxiety. There weren't any belongings that she needed to get. She had the only two possessions she owned on her - the jacket that doubled as armor and the magic staff. She had no idea what else they would need. Did dead people need to eat? She supposed they did, since they were feasting, but maybe that was just out of a sense of routine? Would they need changes of clothes? A GPS? "... I have no idea what supplies we need..." she then added quietly, looking at Klara.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- A look of scorn crossed Elizabeth's face for a moment, before softening. Runa, at the end of the day, was right. She was trying to make things about herself, and that wasn't what had to be done right now. She just nodded silently, before turning over to Nadia and shrugging. This wasn't her show, and it was time she stopped trying to make it that. It was Runa's time to shine, it seemed, and prove herself. It was only fair to give her that chance, though doing it in a time of crisis like this was hard to cope with. She was just going to make things more difficult if she kept trying to seize control. Personally, she thought she should go with the Baldur crew, her blindfold kind of made her idea for sneaking around places, and this would definitely be a stealth mission. She initially opted not to argue though, and just rolled with it all. This wasn't how she would divide the teams at all; her ideal division would be Arnora and Elizabeth on different teams, split up the milenia of experience between them on each team, keep Runa on the team to get her dad, but pair Elizabeth with her. That would leverage their resources more optimally, and she pursed her lips for a moment, before holding to her decision, and keeping her mouth shut.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Three and three works for me, especially since I'm not in the same group as Elizabeth," she said with a bit of a shrug. Those groupings seemed perfectly fine to her, all that mattered now was for them to get going. Though they would need to gather a few things before they left in order to stand a better chance of not dying, so that was something somewhat important to do. She glanced over at Runa, hearing her comment about not being sure what all they would need to grab in order to be prepared to go. "Well I mean, it all depends, since we are going outside of Valhalla, obviously weaponry and such would be important since we can technically die outside of this place... Which honestly would be a very very bad thing, but how about we just go see if we can find anything around that we think we might need. Who knows, anything could probably have some use if you use your imagination enough, how about that?" she suggested to Runa, "You can come with me to my room if you want to, I might see about grabbing a few more throwing knives that I have stashed there."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Elevator -> Floor 233 Skills: N/A --- --- "Thank you." Lara did feel a bit of color rise to her cheek when she heard Arnora say that they would be in a group together, with Elizabeth. The groupings did make sense, as Lara, it seemed, could tolerate Elizabeth the longest out of those gathered. "I'll meet up with you all in a bit then." She headed back to the Elevator and hit the summon button and stepped in. Her finger gently pressed the button for Floor 233, her floor. She leaned up against the wall and sighed a bit as she pinched her brow a bit at that point. She had mostly come along earlier in case they needed her skills and now it seemed she would be going on a quest to the one place she never wanted to go. Hel's Domain. She didn't want to see her loved one there... if she saw Levi there... she wasn't sure she'd just jump in to join him even after all these years. Yes, he could also still be very much so alive. Gods knew he could even be elsewhere. He hadn't been of the same faith, goodness knew that. Her thoughts were derailed as she heard the ding as the elevator reached her floor and she stepped out and headed to her room. First things first, she would have to change. If she was about to go on a quest, she was not going to wear uncomfortable clothing. She tugged a sports bra, some fancy work out leggings, and a big baggy shirt that said: Tulip Festival 2016 on it onto herself. She then tugged her long hair into a ponytail and then looked at herself in the mirror and nodded. Next, she grabbed the necklace and bracelet she had from her jewelry stand and smiled a bit. "You guys ready for a fight?" She was aware her weapons couldn't really speak to her, but she couldn't resist. Next to come was her packing up her bag with extra clothing and some food, while she tried to keep her thoughts from derailing too much.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> The Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- "Hey don't diss the cat, Betty is waaaaaay better, not to mention she is the better of the two, wait no three people technically since she was named after my sister, named Elizabeth. Don't be fooled by her cute fluffyness, she is a lot more dangerous then she appears. Also the whole goat thing if I wanted to I'd probably only bring one goat along, just so that I wouldn't get too tired and the image of Betty riding on a goat charging into battle would be amusing. All this little girl needs is some armor and she'd be ready to go though!" she said to Nadia with a smile as she got into the elevator and they headed down to the lobby where the others were. When she stepped out, she smiled slightly at Arnora and giggled slightly before her eyes flickered around at everyone else, and she glanced at Runa given her comment. "Believe it or not, this cat has more questing experience then everyone else here, well aside from Arnora and myself since we went on our own quest a few years back, and of course little Betty here wanted to tag along too, she's not someone to mess with and won't hesitate to stab anyone so you all just watch yourselves." She typically wandered around with the cat, since she sometimes acted almost as another set of eyes and a sixth sense, since cats tended to be able to detect things before humans could.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth turned her head at Arnora , and just nodded, "I'm ready to headout whenever." She said, stretching a bit, as the group congregated and got prepared to leave. She didn't have much to say on the matters involved, knowing that, anything she might say would probably be met with spite. She wasn't going to try to engage with people if she knew that her advice was likely to be ignored for no other reason than it being her advice. Not now, at least. Hopefully, people would cool down in a bit, and be ready to hear her out when she has something to say. Elizabeth gathered there was a cat who shared her namesake, and was apparently not one to fuck with. Nodding at the knowledge, she resolved to keep her distance. She liked pets, but she also liked not being eaten, and the latter greatly outweighed the former. The more the merrier, especially when they were going up against a goddess of death and their undead army. Their chances, best she could tell, weren't amazing, and she still wasn't sure how they would clinch this. She may consult the runes on the way for something in the way of ideas, but that would be once they were closer to their goal.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- "You better be nice then, since Betty could easily kick your ass." Arnora said looking over at Elizabeth and laughed slightly as she went over to gently pet Klara's cat remembering the quest that she had gone on with Klara as well as Asha to. She looked over towards Runa and smiled. "Trust me you are going to be in good hands." Arnora said as she went to pick up her pack of supplies and stood up, stretching slightly. "Alright then lets get going." Arnora said as she was about to get ready to head over towards a nearby door, when there was a bright flash of light. In front of Klara there was what looked like a wrapped box, as Nadia looked at the box for a moment she knelt down to look and see that there was a small tag on it, that said. 'To Betty, From Freya' "Okay I wasnt expecting my aunt Freya to give your cat something Klara." Nadia said looking at Klara for a moment, her aunt from what she knew had a thing for cats, and cats usually led her chariot as well to. "Well lets open it." Nadia said urging Klara to open the package up, whenever Klara opened it there was a set of armor, that looked like it would actually fit Klara's cat. "Well that is kind of interesting." Arnora said looking at Klara and smiled for a moment, but she wanted to get ready and go onto their quest. "We'll probably go through Midgard first before going our separate ways from there." Arnora said as she opened the door and headed down a fight of stairs, where there was a door that would reveal the massive world tree. Nadia went and started to give everyone else some climbing gear as well.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Lobby -> World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- Lara took a second look at the cat and then frowned a bit at that. She was suddenly very glad that Klara would be going with Nadia and Runa, instead of with them. Lara had an intense dislike of cats ever since she was a little girl and one had swiped her across the face. Of course, she dare not bring any of that up at the moment, as it seemed that even Freya was blessing the cat with some armor for their quest. It was a little cute, but again, the sooner she was away from the cat, the better. She followed Arnora and Nadia to the tree and looked up at it in all it's glory. Well, at least the branch of it they were on. They would have to be quick to avoid Ratatosk, and that bark of his. She had heard it once before and even the thought of it sent shivers up and down her spine. She got into the climbing gear, tied up her ropes and started the climb down the tree, her hands and feet making sure to find purchase somewhere before she would move the next. Each move was carefully made, as the last thing she wanted was to fall into the wrong world.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- "Elizabeth!" Lara couldn't help herself from crying out as she saw the other woman get knocked out of the branches at that point by Ratatoskr. Honestly, the words he was saying were ringing a bit true. She was worthless, wasn't she? She had failed to find Levi... she didn't know if she had rescued him. However, she looked at the group around her and knew that letting herself drown in those deep waters of regrets were not going to help them. "Ratatoskr, we have been tasked by the Allfather on this quest, to find the lost god. Go back and carry out your mission and leave us to ours!" Pitiful words, at best, from Lara, even as she climbed down the branches. She was trying to focus now on the fact that she had done good. She was not worthless, she was one of the chosen! One of those that got to eat at the feast for the fallen. She had done good in her life. "Follow my voice Elizabeth, and I'll help you get down the tree."</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - the World Tree Skills: Stamina, Agility, Norwegian --- --- Runa nodded meekly at Klara's words of encouragement. She reminded her a bit of the guidance counselors at school - idealistic and chatty. She was waiting for Klara to start talking to her about transcripts and personal essays and what universities she was interested in applying to and what she was intending to study. Runa never really was interested in higher education - she wanted to just do her own thing off by herself. Maybe she would have opened up a metaphysical shop on Etsy, as she wouldn't need to see anyone ever and she could just spend her time off in the woods. That wasn't really in the cards anymore as she was dead and on a hopeless quest to save some supposedly dead god that she had never met before. As she continued to climb, she braced herself as the squirrel barked at her - apparently bark was another English word for insult, she noted. She blinked and then smiled slightly. "Det er det? Det har ikke vært en dag jeg ikke har ønsket å drepe meg selv i årevis. Jeg hater hver centimeter av meg selv. Jeg føler meg som et spøkelse som har et lik. Du kan ikke få meg til å hate meg selv mer enn jeg allerede gjør," she whispered to the squirrel.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: The World Tree Skills: N/A --- --- "Ugh, he just needs to learn how to shut up!" Klara snapped with a bit of an eye roll to go along with it. The squirrel really needed to learn how to just shut up and not talk to anyone. But clearly he didn't have better things to do, but who really knew what squirrels did in their free time. It wasn't typically a question that she had ever thought to ask herself until that moment right there. There was no point in trying to respond to the squirrel, they were better off just ignoring him all together, but that was just her opinion. Of course, Elizabeth (seeing as she almost fell off) decided to talk to the squirrel and more or less threaten it. Yeah, like that was going to end well. Then again, no one said anything about Elizabeth ever being considered smart. Actually she was pretty sure the girl was almost completely useless because of her attitude alone, Klara at the least didn't want anything to do with her and she wondered if anyone actually would want to work with her. Oh well, at least she was on a different assigned team to go off on this thing, so Klara could happily ignore her entirely, and at least she had no problems staying on the tree and she easily climbed to the next branch.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Yggdrasil Branches -> Boston Skills: Enhanced Tracking --- --- Nadia was a little bit worried about Runa as Ratatoskr had insulted her, and just about everyone else as well to. "No one even loves you child of Baldur. And you have no friends child of Loki!" Ratatoskr yelled as Nadia looked down and noticed a shimmering portal on one of the branches. They needed to get there as soon as possible she wasnt even sure where it would lead, she did hope that it would be able to get them all back to Midgard as quickly as possible. "I see a portal you guys." Nadia said, as Ratatoskr took another swipe but it was aimed at Nadia, cutting her back rather badly as she stumbled forward wincing in pain. "Trying to reason with Ratatoskr will not do anything which will make it pointless Elizabeth." Arnora called out to her, Ratatoskr was more focused on giving Veðrfölnir the hawk on top of Yggdrasil lies and insults as well as spreading rumors and doing the same to Níðhöggr at the bottom of the world tree. Nadia stumbled through the portal, as well as Arnora jumped through the portal as well to as they both started to look around seeing that they were in some kind of alleyway. Nadia walked forward seeing a few cars driving by and noticed a newspaper on the ground from the Boston Harold letting out a slight sigh that they were where they needed to be right now as she turned around waiting for the others to get through the portal as well.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- "Through the portal then!" Lara scrambled over the branches and then sighed at that as she looked at the large squirrel once more. Thankfully it was not slinging insults at her, thought honestly the squirrel could easily hit some of her sore spots with his words. She soon reached the portal and lept through it with ease. She landed in what some might call the super hero landing, on both knees and one hands, before she picked herself up and dusted herself off at that point. She looked around and then looked to Nadia and Arnora and nodded a bit. They were in Midgard, that she knew. Boston, if she remembered correctly, of course she was proven correct when she saw the Boston Harold newspaper on the ground. "Well then... we're in Midgard. Where do we go from here? Also... wait. Oh shoot." She realized her error in jumping through the portal with the others. "We were headed to Helheim..."</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: the World Tree -> Boston, MA Skills: N/A --- --- Ratatoskr's words hit their mark this time, deflating Runa's self esteem in record time. Her chin wobbled first and her breath hitched. She tried to avoid the inevitable, but she couldn't. He was right - no one loved her. She didn't even love herself, so how could she blame them? Her life hadn't meant anything and her death was just a cosmic joke. She wasn't capable like the others here - they had superpowers and what could she do? Nothing. Tears spilled from her eyes and blurred her vision. She couldn't force herself to climb, just wanting to dissolve into nothingness and die - again. She wished for an afterlife where she didn't exist, one where she didn't have to feel this pain. There was one thing she knew she could do to make the pain stop - her fingers itched for a razor. It felt like she had been clinging to the tree, crying her eyes out in misery for hours before she could make herself move again, before she could continue her descent. She struggled with the idea of just jumping into the portal and hoping her head would be bashed in against the pavement. Each movement of her arms and legs felt completely impossible. When she passed through the portal and hit the ground, it didn't feel real - it all felt like it was happening to someone else. Her head was spinning and all she could do was cry, unable to even breathe naturally. She was having a complete breakdown, not even aware of her surroundings. She could have been in Paris for all she knew.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: The World Tree -> Boston Skills: N/A --- --- She was starting to get somewhat worried about what was potentially going through Runa's head. Klara knew, despite not knowing Runa for very long, that it seemed like she didn't seem very confident in herself to begin with. The giant rodent clearly wasn't helping with that, but she knew better then to try and fight with him or argue. He couldn't be reasoned with, and always seemed to think that he was right. Though she felt like he was right in what he said to Elizabeth, that just seemed like he was stating a fact, at least in her opinion, more then just insulting her. Klara jumped through the portal, following after the others as she went in, and through to the other side, hitting the ground and once more making sure that her cat was still sitting on her shoulder comfortably. Her mind started racing when she saw Runa have a bit of a breakdown and started crying, and she wasn't sure if it was from stress, the glorified rodent, or a random combination of both. She had no idea, but the one thing she did know was that she felt horrible for her. "Hey Runa? Are you okay?" Klara asked her quietly, looking at her unsure of what else to say.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Midgard - Boston, MA Skills: Enhanced Tracking --- --- Nadia winced slightly as she reached behind her back feeling that she was bleeding a bit when Ratatoskr had hit her, she turned her head seeing the others quickly joining her. She was glad that everyone was able to make it, but her attention turned towards Runa seeing her breaking down she started to make her way over towards her. "Hey, it's okay Ratatoskr is a real old and crusty asshole just ignore anything that he says his insults were really lame to." Nadia said trying to cheer her up somewhat. "You guys can go ahead, we can catch up." Nadia said, hoping that the others would be able to leave the three of them and give them some space. Arnora looked at Runa for a moment as she walked over towards her and knelt down gently gave her a hug, feeling like she did really need one. Knowing Ratatoskr he had managed to hit a nerve with her looking at both Elizabeth and Lara before standing up she nodded in agreement she didnt want to overwhelm Runa at all right now. "Lets go ahead and see what we can find." Arnora suggested while looking at the three of them. "Just catch up when you can we'll find a way to get to where we both need to be." Arnora said as she turned around and started to leave the alleyway that they were dropped in and onto the sidewalk. She eventually found the docks a few minutes later and started to search for one boat in particular. "The docks shouldnt be to far." Arnora said looking around still admiring how times had really changed before she became an Einherjar, and started to head down the sidewalk, hopefully the others would be able to catch up as soon as possible.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Rolling into Boston, Elizabeth felt her feet, and hands, hit the pavement. "Where are we, can anybody tell?" she asked. It'd been a while since she was last on Midgard, and she didn't exactly keep up with what civilizations had or hadn't fallen since she left. She knew America was big right now, she'd picked up on that from the new kids that had shown up. That being said, even if she had, she didn't expect to be able to tell where she was just buy the ground in front of her, but she hoped she'd hear a name she roughly knew about. Either way, she needed a moment to breath. She picked up on the fact that Runa was less than happy, and normally she might try to say something to make her happy, or at least provide insight, but she knew that that just wouldn't be welcome from her. So instead, she just kept her mouth shut, if only to keep a mental breakdown of one of her team members from further endangering the mission. She got it, in a way, the words of Ratatoskr could be cutting, especially to somebody who just moved onto the hotel. It was too much, and if Runa could make it through this in one piece, it'd be a miracle.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stood herself up at that point and offered her help to others up and then looked around at that point. Boston... Midgard. She had been here before, and thankfully the city didn't seem to be that much different from the last time she had been here. She liked Boston for that reason. Of course, it was the same as her hometown of Amsterdam. She missed it so much... but she knew that she couldn't go back anytime soon. "So to the harbor then? I'm guessing we'll be looking for a boat to take us to where we need to go?" Lara made sure that she didn't leave Elizabeth behind as she caught up to Arnora. She knew that mortals would be staring at them but then they'd look away and forget that the girls had been there. Thankfully that was how things worked with mortals, with them trying to ignore the obvious that was right in front of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- "Alright Runa, as long as you're sure about it," she responded with a slight smile to her. She followed along with Nadia and Runa as they headed to the docks. Of course, following along after Arnora and the others seemed to be a bit of a waste of time since Arnora decided that they should split up right then and there, and directed their group to go towards the bar instead. So now they were going their own separate ways away from the others, she was fine with getting away from Elizabeth at least, and she thought nothing more of it. Klara followed after Nadia into the bar, and she glanced over at Runa, noticing the mascara and makeup smudges on her face, "So, maybe we can get you to a bathroom or something to try and get the smudges off, okay?" she added as she glanced around the bar and noticed that there were people who looked to be dwarves as opposed to normal humans. "Runa you can relax, there are a lot of dwarves here, see how they are shorter then a normal person? We're fine," she whispered to her, not sure what else to really say about it as she followed after Nadia.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia watched for a moment as Arnora, Lara and Elizabeth went their sperate ways, she eyed the dwarves for a moment, she still wasnt sure why they were being directed towards the bar. She eyed the dwarves that were in the bar, some of them were just talking amongst themselves and enjoying their drinks. "Yeah if you'd like we can go to the bathroom and you can get freshened up a bit or something, it's up to you really." Nadia said as she started to look around the bar, before finding a door that looked like it was a bit out of place, and started to make her way over towards it and opened the door. Once the door was opened it revealed a rather dark looking street, she looked around seeing that the buildings looked kinda similar as well, before realizing that the door led them to Nidavellir. Which explained why there were a number of dwarves in the bar itself as well to, Boston was was always the closest connection point to the other realms from what she remembered. "Looks like this is the little connection point to the land of the dwarves." Nadia said towards both Klara and Runa as she took a few steps out of the building and looked around seeing some dwarven inventions as well to. She just needed to find out how to get to she leaned herself up against a wall waiting for Klara and Runa to join her. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- The two dwarves smirked as they talked amongst themselves, before making their way onto their ship motioning for the three women to get on as well. "So where are you headed anyway?" One of the dwarves asked as Arnora climbed onto the ship as well, looking at Elizabeth before going and finding a seat on the boat and tossed the dwarves a sack of gold coins over towards them before finally speaking. "We are headed to Niflheim, if you guys can get us there as soon as possible." Arnora asked, the two dwarves looked at one another before nodded as the other counted the money. "Sure thing ladies." One said before heading into the wheelhouse of the ship and started it up. "Are you okay Lara?" Arnora asked seeing Lara looked like she had frozen up or something for some reason as she stood up and made her way over towards her. Once both Elizabeth and Lara were on the boat it started to slowly move into the harbor.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Not being able to see, Elizabeth was at least a bit more tuned in to what her other senses provided her, so when Lara stopped walking, she knew. Exhaling a tad, she didn't want to have to deal with another person being unable to drag themselves past their based human instincts, be it fear, hatred, or otherwise. She knew you couldn't yell somebody out of their emotional state though, and turned in what she assumed was her direction, and said, "What's going on? Are you alright?" She wasn't a sociopath by any means, but she her concern at the moment was not, in all honesty, with Lara's emotions, but rather how they might impact the situation at hand. She didn't like seeming cold, but it just felt like there was a lot on the line here, and nobody was taking it as seriously as her. She normally wasn't monstrous, but that was the role it seemed she had to play today, mostly because she was worried that if she didn't keep pushing and trying to keep things together, one way or another, literally everything would end up falling apart. They were on a clock, and she wanted people to keep to it. She put on a smile though, and tried to make herself seem softer than she was, she wanted Lara to feel safe, not make her angry or feel worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor Skills: N/A --- --- Lara almost didn't register that Elizabeth and Arnora were speaking to her until she took a deep breath and mentally slapped herself. "Ah, sorry. I'll be fine... sorry to make you both worry." Lara forced herself to take that first step again towards the boat, and swallowed her emotional turmoil. Yes, she hated being out on the water, especially when it was so deep, but they were on a deadline, and they had a task at hand. Her legs wobbled as they got on the boat, and the first thing she did was grab one of the life vests and tugged it on over her chest and buckled it. Yes, it was really nothing special, and given the fact that Lara was already dead she shouldn't worry, but... she didn't want to drown. She could almost feel of the water tingling up her neck, and as she was desperate for any thing to tether her back to reality she reached out and grasped Arnora's hand before she realized what she was doing. "Ah, sorry!"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa's face dimmed slightly with the revelation that Klara didn't know what she was saying. She really wished that she had a dictionary with her, or even better, Google Translate. There were just so many niche words being said that she couldn't quite translate within the context. Nadia thankfully came to the rescue - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. That must have been the English name for the movie, it sounded right to her so Runa nodded. "Erm, I like exploring nature, especially at sunrise... And, um, reading fashion magazines," she admitted, her face turning a bit red as she figured Klara and Nadia probably weren't into fashion at all. She didn't really have any suggestions on what to do, as Runa didn't even really understand why they were there in the first place. She didn't understand how travel between the realms worked, as everything seemed to have arbitrary rules. Thankfully, Nadia took charge, asking a dwarf for directions on how to get to their ultimate location - Niflheim, the realm of Hel. Her mind briefly flashed to the visions she had had shortly after she died, with the lines of dead and the gatekeeper. She shivered a bit at the idea of going there in person.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "When I was alive I loved the outdoors so much, and went on hiking trips all the time with my cousin and mother to." Nadia said towards Runa and smiled towards her at least they had something in common. Fashion wasnt really her thing though but she didnt dislike it either. Brokkr thought for a moment, at the Einherjar's question, looking at the three of them for a moment before smiling a little bit. "I can tell you, but you'll need to do something for me first though." Brokkr said as Nadia looked at both Klara and Runa, they didnt really have much of a choice really in the matter. "Alright then, what do you need?" Nadia asked, crossing her arms over her chest she was hoping that things would go a lot easier and the dwarf would be able to point them in the right direction on where to go, but he wanted them to do a task first. "My brother, Sindri has barrowed my smithing supplies for awhile now, I loaned them to him and now I need them back." He said as he stood up and cracked his fingers slightly. "Do that for me, and I can get you where you need to go." Brokkr said, as Nadia nodded slightly as she stretched slightly. "Where is your brother then?" Nadia asked crossing her arms over her chest. "He will either be at his shop just on the other side of town or over at a nearby bar just down the road from here." He said as he thought for a moment. "I can get you some warmer gear for your travel there as well to." Brokkr told them, Nadia smiled and nodded towards him. "Thank you." Nadia said as she started to turn around and left the building, and headed down the road. "Hopefully there isnt any other kind of twists." Nadia whispered. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Boating --- --- "See you ladies in Helheim!" The two dwarves snickered seeing as the World Serpent was pissed off now after being attacked, the two dwarves then walked over to two tarps that were on the back of the boat. Arnora watched as they pulled out the jetski's and then managed to get them into the water. The World Serpent turned its attention to the two escaping dwarves and instantly went after the two of them, quickly diving under the water. "Lets get going now." Arnora said as she quickly went for the wheelhouse seeing that the keys were still inside, Arnora turned the boat back on and started to push the speed to the boat as quickly as it would go. Arnora watched as the two jet skis were quickly eaten by the World Serpent. Causing a massive wave as well, nearly tipping the boat over, Arnora managed to keep it from capsizing, she looked at Lara for a moment. "If it comes up, take the wheel I have an idea." Arnora said, as she noticed the World Serpent's attention was back to them again and started to follow them.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Um..." she started to say, not entirely sure what Nadia or Runa were even going on about. "Who is this Snow White person?" Sometimes how long ago she had died was a bit of a hinderance, since it meant that she knew absolutely nothing about what happened in the world outside of the hotel. Including any sort of newer stories or something like that. Which also meant that she knew nothing about half of the things that Runa and Nadia likely knew about, which was somewhat a bit of a hassle for her. It couldn't be help though at all. Klara did perk up slightly when Runa mentioned reading fashion magazines and what not like that, "Ooooooh I haven't had much of a chance to actually keep up with that on Earth, you should totally talk to me about that later!" she said, giggling happily when she turned to look at the dwarf who was talking to them and Nadia mentioning where they were heading. It didn't surprise her that the dwarf asked for something in return. It made sense in her mind, and she nodded her head listening, before heading after Nadia when she headed off to go deal with this situation. "Hey don't worry! We'll get this sorted out and be able to head on our way quickly!" she was preferring to stay optimistic about things, but a part of her was pretty sure that they would probably get stopped more then once on their trip.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: N/A --- --- "Cowards!" Lara yelled at the dwarves as they left, just before getting swallowed by the Serpent at that point. It seemed that they got what they deserved, but at the same time Lara had to wince. They had been swallowed whole and there as no guarantee that they would make it out alive, in fact, they were most likely doomed to die in the serpent's belly. She could see Elizabeth trying to help them with her spells and it seemed some worked, and others did not. She stepped up to the helm of the boat, and realized that her spear had come back to her when she had turned her back to the beast. "I'll take the wheel if needed, but do you care to share your plan with us?" She was worried, even more so when she saw the serpent come back and start to follow them again. If she was going to die here... she wanted it to be in the belly in the beast instead of the dark vast water before them. Yes, it was a terrible thought to have at the moment, but it was the one she clung to.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Oh yeah I totally forgot that you are an old hag still, you still look really great for your age still by the way Klara." Nadia said teasingly, she of course was joking, Klara had been in Valhalla for a hell of a lot longer than she had been by a couple hundred years or so. "Whenever we finish this quest i'll see about smuggling some classic Disney movies. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves is an old fairytale that ended up getting a movie by a company called Disney." Nadia explained as she continued to walk, she looked over at Runa gently resting a hand on Runa's shoulder and smiled. "I think there is some fashion activities back at the hotel, if you want we could go and look for something whenever we get back." Nadia offered, she just hoped that would help ease Runa's worries about being in Valhalla. Nadia then paused for a moment as she looked at a bar, remembering that Brokkr mentioned that Sindri could be there. "I think thats the place right here." Nadia said as she started to enter the bar and looked around, seeing a bunch of older looking dwarves. Not to many were young looking really as Nadia walked over towards the bartender. "Hey, you wouldnt happen to know if there is a dwarf named Sindri here by any chance?" Nadia asked, the bartender looked at the three ladies for a moment and then gestured towards the set of stairs nearby. "He's in the gambler parlor you will have to wait until the game is over though." He said, Nadia smiled and nodded. "Thank you." Nadia said as she turned to face Klara and Runa. "Did you guys want something to eat or drink while we wait?" Nadia asked. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Cryokinesis --- --- "Well, i'm a daughter of Skadi so I have ice powers, so if I can freeze him or at least the water nearby it should slow him down." Arnora said looking at both Klara and Elizabeth, hopefully that would give them an idea what she was going to try and do. "So if you have a rune in there to with an ice spell or something that could help to." Arnora told Elizabeth as she started to walk over towards the rear of the boat, seeing the World Serpent still gaining on them. Arnora put her hand into the water, and it slowly started to freeze the water behind them slowly, but she saw that it wasnt slowing him down really. Arnora decided to do it again and started to put more power into it, seeing the World Serpent was having a bit of a harder time now as well to it was helping somewhat at least.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa stared at the transaction with confusion. They were being sent on an errand to get someone's tools? She had never really played video games, but she was at least familiar with the concept of a fetch quest and this felt like one of those. Couldn't they just tell this man that they were on a mission to save the universe and forgo this process? But she guessed that if that was a safe choice, Nadia would've said something - or Klara would have. She stared at Nadia and Klara, trying to wrap her head around this life she was in now. Or this un-life. She followed Nadia and Klara out of the building. "... So we're going to find his brother and get his things, and then he'll help us?" she asked. She couldn't focus on Klara wanting to know about fashion, she was just trying to get her bearings on how everything worked here. The place that they stumbled into next didn't look like a place she'd ever been in - the place smelled like alcohol. She glanced around, seeing all of the very short, very old people sitting around. It was like something out of a fever dream. "Um, I'm good... Do... do we need to eat?" she asked, not too sure how being dead worked.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Fairy tale?" she asked now, a bit confused. "Well, okay, guess we'll do that later right? Makes sense, if we get some downtime of course," she added, not too sure what else to say to the other two. "And don't call me old! Just because I died a few hundred years before either of you were born..." Klara didn't tend to like to think about how old she was. Or really how long ago it had been since she had really been out walking around among the living on Earth. It had been a long time since she had been alive. Anyone she had known years ago were long gone at this point, so not like she couldn't disappear to Earth for a little while and just blend in there. Her attention was pulled away from her own thoughts towards Nadia as she spoke to a few of the other dwarves at their destination and the talk about having to wait for the guy's game to be over or something like that. Well that was boring, now they were going to have to wait and hope that they could be patient long enough to get the stuff from him and hope that they could move on from this rather quickly. They had a job to do after all, so here was hoping that they could just deal with this quietly without getting into a fight. Of course, a small part of her was hoping that they'd get into a fight, since that would be fun in her mind, probably a bad thing though with Runa being new to all of this. "Nah, I'm good," she responded to Nadia.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: Boating --- --- Lara took over control of the boat as Arnora took over and put her hand in the water. Lara's focus turned forward as she steered the boat, following some instinct. She wasn't sure why she was following it, or where it was going but she had to follow this instinct. Hopefully what Arnora was doing would slow the Serpent, but there was no guarantee. "How much further do I need to go? I am not sure where we need to go, and I'm not that great with boats!" Of course, right as she said that, she lost control of the boat, and she managed to knock not only herself over, but Arnora and Elizabeth. "Ack! I'm sorry guys!" She blushed as she tried to get up, to get back in control before everything spiraled out of control again.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "And we'll go to Barnes and Noble or something after this quest to and get you some fairytale books as well." Nadia said with a slight laugh and shook her head slightly. Fairytales were way older than she was, and she was surprised that Klara was older then they were as well to. Nadia turned to look at Runa and thought for a moment, she was still pretty much hungry whenever she needed to eat. "I mean we have newer bodies, curtesy of Odin and what not. They still have basic functions and needs like going to the bathroom, sleep and eating, we are immortal while back in Valhalla but once we leave the hotel we pretty much can still be killed, but it is a permanent death unlike how we usually die in Valhalla." Nadia answered her. Nadia was about to order some food when she heard a scuffle of sorts going on above the floor, and then heard a door slamming open as a drunken dwarf fell onto their table. The dwarf groaned as he rolled over onto his side looking at the three young women and gave them a bit of a drunken smile. "Are you okay, also do you know of a Sindri here?" Nadia asked, as she shifted a bit uncomfortably at the dwarf as he rolled over and onto the floor before standing up again. "Yes, whos asking?" He asked looking at the three women, before Nadia spoke. "Your brother wants his tools back, and sent us to get them." Nadia said as the drunken dwarf laughed slightly. "Yeah, I kind of gambled them off, they are upstairs though you can try and get them if you want." Sindri said and gestured towards where the gambling den was Nadia sighed and shook her head slightly, who would sell their siblings things off like that? --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Cryokinesis --- --- Arnora groaned a bit as she slowly stumbled back up to her feet she turned to look at Elizabeth for a moment and gave her a bit of an eyeroll. "Just give me a bit." Arnora said looking over at Lara, and gave a slight shrug she wasnt sure how far it actually was they should notice a change at some point. "We'll know when it happens." Arnora said as she used her power again freezing the water again and then smiled seeing that the World Serpent was frozen now. Arnora leaned back slightly letting out a slight sigh and rubbed the back of her neck slightly looking at the two of them. Then the area started to snow some as Arnora made her way back over towards the wheelhouse looking at Lara and smiled. "Thanks, I can take the wheel if you'd like." Arnora said as she noticed the snow now and the temperature started to drop now as well to. "We should be there soon." Arnora said as she gestured towards land in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa had a bit of a hard time wrapping her mind around how old Klara was. She wondered if Klara's memories were limited by her age - like how it was hard to Runa to remember things that happened when she was really little, did Klara only have faint memories of her time when she was alive on Earth? Or did they have an infinite memory of sorts once they died? Did everything just sort of compress and blur together? She had so many questions and every time someone tried to answer one, she only inevitably had more. They needed to eat and sleep and all - but could they get sick? Did the older ones have to go get vaccinated? She grimaced, seeing the intoxicated dwarf hit their table. Her face dropped slightly though when their mission to retrieve the tools was even harder - apparently they had been gambled away. Runa didn't have much skill at card games. Maybe Klara knew how to gamble? But if she didn't know about fairy tales, Runa was doubtful. "Are either of you good at gambling?" Runa asked. "Maybe we just buy him some new tools, he may not notice the difference..."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Okay, that sounds like a lot of fun to me, I'm all for it," Klara said to Nadia with a bit of a smile. She was a bit curious as to what a fairy tale was. Growing up sure they had some stories, folk lore, tales and what not, but fairy tale was a new term for her really. No one had really used it when she had been living and she hadn't really wondered too much about the stories in the more recent years of Earth. Maybe she really should pay more attention to what happened in the recent days. That would likely be a smart one so that she wasn't quite a fish out of water when talking with the more recently deceased people in the hotel. Her attention turned to the dwarf that had more or less stumbled out and was shown to be the dwarf that they were looking for. Of course, the next words out his mouth regarding the tools that belonged to his brother made her roll her eyes. Nothing ever was that simple for them, everything had to be difficult despite what they would hope for. "I'm not the best at gambling, never really developed much of an interest in it, so I never really tried. The thing with gambling is that parts of it are luck based, depending on the game there is some strategy, but as I said, part of it is luck based."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: N/A --- --- "Might be for the best, seems I'm not the greatest at steering a ship. Some Viking I'd make, huh?" Lara half laughed at that as she stepped away from the wheel and letting Arnora take the helm again. Thankfully, the serpent was pretty frozen by that point, so they would no longer have trouble with it, it seemed. As the temperature dropped and the snow began to fall, Lara looked to Elizabeth. "You should get some rest, and thank you for your help with the serpent." She tugged her own coat around herself tighter as she tried to see if she could spot their destination in the distance. Helheim still scared her, as a concept. It was where all the souls that didn't die a warrior's death went after all. What if she saw her parents there, or worse, Levi? "What is the plan for when we get there?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim Skills: Combat; Spear and Shield --- --- "I do agree, running seems like a good idea." Lara could see they were getting outnumbered as more dragur appeared at that point, and there were more coming out of the woods. She did take another stab at the drauger in front of her and it crumpled to the ground, having been taken out by her attacks. Thankfully that did mean there was some space between them and the dragurs that were working their ways out of the woods. She ran after Arnora and then smiled a bit as she saw the ice wall go up and was about to thank Arnora when Elizabeth got hit in the leg. Lara dashed after them, going to grab Elizabeth's other side to help support her as they ran off. "So where are we going to go... should we try to get back in the boat or just roll the dice and pray luck is on our side?"</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa gaped with astonishment as Klara's kitten transformed into a giant beast, easily the size of a tiger. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around everything that she was seeing and experiencing since dying. In some moments, she wanted to run from the information - but she knew that really her only path forward was just to accept the chaos swirling around her. Like for instance, she still didn't know why they couldn't ask someone else for directions, but apparently that wasn't an option - that or Klara and Nadia just hadn't heard her suggest it. She bit her lip slightly as the bully offered to give them the tools, in exchange for an IOU more or less. Nadia didn't think it was a good idea, and Runa trusted her when she said that. She didn't know what sort of favors the bully may ask for, but if Nadia thought it was a dangerous deal, then there was no way Runa was going to support taking it. "No thank you," Runa told the giant, speaking softly but still loudly enough that he would be able to hear her.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "No way would we want to be in your debt for anything, that is beyond stupid," she instantly said to the giant, before looking up at the tools that were in the air again. Hang on a second. That sort of thing probably required quite a bit of concentration to maintain, most sorts of magic did. So what would happen if she found a way to break that concentration? Easiest way would be to just beat up the guy a few times to hope he gets knocked out that way. But, thinking about it, she had a bit more of a creative way to potentially break that concentration without even having to lift a finger. A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she looked down at her rather large cat. "Alright Betty, sick him," she said simply, pointing at the giant, before she watched as the cat started doing a butt wiggle, clearly about to pounce, before the cat did just that. Betty tackled the giant and pinned him to the ground, and that resulted in him losing his concentration with keeping the tools aloft in the air. They dropped to the ground, and Klara just nonchalantly walked over to the tools and picked them up off of the ground. "You said if we could get them down we could take them, pleasure doing business with you, good girl Betty," she commented before looking at the others. "Job done, let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked at Klara and then Betty with a bit of a surprised look seeing the now massive cat tackling Utgard-Loki to the ground was both an amazing and funny sight as well to see. "Great job Betty." Nadia said as she walked over towards Runa gently wrapping an arm around her as she watched Utgard-Loki struggling to get Betty off of him but he couldnt really as Klara simply took the set of tools up into her arms. Nadia was satisfied that the job was all done now as well to which was a good thing then. "C'mon lets get the tools back." Nadia said as she eyed the saddle for a moment wondering if it was big enough for all three of them could get a ride on before Utgard-Loki spoke again. "I know that you are searching for Baldur, and that he is inside Hel's palace." Utgard-Loki said turning to look at the three girls. "And I know a secret way to get inside to, it wont be easy to get in through the front door. All that I want are those tools." Utgard-Loki said, as Nadia shook her head she didnt trust him at all. "I still Don't believe him, lets get going." Nadia insisted as she was getting ready to leave the alleyway now. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Niflheim Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth started to look really bad now as Arnora looked over at the arrow for a moment and then over towards Lara and then over towards their boat. She noticed that more Daugur were starting to swarm the boat now, and they carried weapons and were smashing against the hull, some of them getting onto the boat as well breaking whatever they could. "I dont think the boat is an option anymore.." Arnora said towards Lara as she continued to run. Arnora looked forward she noticed what looked to be a cave of some kind near the shore and then looked towards Lara and gestured towards that spot. "Lets go in there." Arnora suggested as she quickly ran over there, entering the small looking cave, and started to make a shushing motion to Lara. The undead seemed to be focused on smashing their only ride to get out of the area, which was both a good and bad thing right now they were stranded the good thing was they were distracted right now.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Niflheim Skills: Basic Ass First Aid --- --- Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down. For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video. "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "She's definitely a very good kitty and is definitely going to get more snuggles later, isn't that right Betty?" she said happily towards the cat who meowed in response to what she said, purring slightly too. She giggled slightly at her cat, more then a little happy that she had the armor that allowed her to be more useful in a fight. Then again she always found Betty amusing when she was wandering around with a knife or something in her mouth. That cat was pretty dangerous when she wanted to be, unless she liked you. Her attention was drawn away from her own thoughts with regards to her awesome little kitty cat (though Betty wasn't so little anymore) as the giant started talking. Klara rolled her eyes slightly as the giant tried to seemingly bargain with them over the tools. Something was odd to her, the fact that the giant really wanted the tools. "Why the hell do you want the tools? Seriously, this is ridiculous, you think we're going to just hand you tools that don't belong to you without you giving us a valid reason to believe anything you say or whatever? You really are dumb."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@kittyluna45@Dark Light --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked towards Runa seeing the girl actually giggling and laughing at the whole scene of Betty pinning down the giant it was actually the very first time that she had seen Runa actually laughing. She still had no idea what it was that he wanted the tools for. She didnt trust the guy at all or why the tools were so important anyway. "I just want them, and they are very useful." Utgard-Loki said as he managed to shove Betty off of him and stood up to his full height now and looked at the three girls before him. "But a deal is a deal, i'll be seeing you three again soon you will be needing me as an ally soon enough." He said giving the three a smirk before a flash of light and he was completely gone. Nadia stared at the spot where Utgard-Loki was and shook her head slightly it really did sound to ominous. "I now really dont trust him like at all." Nadia said letting out a bit of an annoyed sigh as she picked up her sword and sheathed it back. They needed to focus on the task at hand right now, and they needed to get the tools back so that way they could get back to their quest. "Brokkr will be happy to have his tools back." Nadia said as she started to make her way back towards the shop, as Nadia looked she saw the blacksmith and made her way inside seeing the dwarf was back at work again. "We got your stuff back." Nadia said as the dwarf was still a bit to focused at the task at hand right now. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Niflheim Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked over at Elizabeth seeing the girl started to shake as her eyes went down to look at the arrow still stuck in her, the arrow looked really nasty seeing bits of dried blood on there as well the shaft of the arrow looked like it was made out of bone or something like that. She gently set her down on the floor, dying outside of Valhalla was for good and there was no way that she would end up coming back and waking up at the hotel. She turned to look at Lara and shook her head slightly, Arnora knew that it didnt look good at all, she didnt have any skills really to help. "Well this really sucks.." Arnora said letting out a sigh as she leaned back, the Draugr she could hear were still searching for them luckily none of them had found out about the little cave that they were hiding in. Arnora watched as a single draugr walked past their cave, she made a shushing motion towards Lara and looked at her. She wasnt sure if there was more were close by or not but she didnt want to risk it. Gerric wasnt to far on another end of the shore, as another group of Draugr were after him the group of Einherjar that he was with ended up getting scattered due to the group of undead trying to hunt him and the others who were with him down. They were on a completely different quest given by the Norns shortly after Runa's group had left to search for a weapon of some kind.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Niflheim Skills: --- --- Lara looked over at Arnora and shook her head a bit as well and sighed at that. It was most likely that Elizabeth wouldn't survive her wounds unless they could get her back to the hotel in time, which seemed unlikely. So, she simply put a blanket over the other girl to make sure she was comfy as she leaned up against the wall at that point. She saw the Draugr as well and nodded. She didn't dare make a sound, she didn't dare alert the Draugr to their hiding spot at all. She did make sure to keep her spear out, just in case their hiding spot was found. However, it was looking worse and worse for them. Lara had seen bad before, but they were outnumbered and if they died here, they were never going to see Valhalla again. She was trying to figure out a way out, maybe a way to bind them with their words, but she doubted the Draugr could even speak.</s>
<\|description\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden Gerric Roar Halfden Character Quote: Stand by your own trial and not by what others say. Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Age: 28 Birthday: January 21st Death Date: March 14th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Copenhagen, Denmark Godly Parent: Aegir How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since 8th century Gender: Male Languages: Old Norse, Old Franconian, French, Danish, English. --- --- Appearance Height: 6'1" Weight: 240lbs Body Type: Athletic and muscular Eye Color: Ocean blue Hair Color: Dark brown Skin Tone: Light Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Beneath his clothing he is littered with scars and tattoos, each telling of his hardships, trials and victories. Has a few simple piercings. Personal Style: His style has adapted over his long stay at the hotel, growing and changing with the times and newcomers but it always holds homage to his Viking roots. He likes his clothing simple, of natural fabrics and plain colours. He is often adorned in silver jewellery. Rings, thick earrings and a solid necklace. --- --- Psychology Brave * Impulsive * Resourceful * Reckless * Charming * Ill tempered Sexuality: straight Relationship Status: single Personality: Gerrik is a simple man of simple pleasures. He is easy going, laid back and stress free. However, his temper can come quick and fast but passes just as easily. For this he is compared to a storm or the sea. He is quite giving in all things and oft shares what he has. He has little greed but loves to gamble and bet for the thrill of the game. He is a social creature and loves nothing more than a large feast filled with booze, women and perhaps a good fight. All things he indulges perhaps too heavily in. Since losing his family, failing his vengeance and well, dying, he has lost his purpose and way. Sorrow always finds him in the lonely sobering hours of morning, that is until the drinking begins anew. Fatal Flaw: His addiction to alcohol and action. The fear of being left alone to deal with his inner demons. His failings in life. Depression. Habits: He pushes people away when they start getting to close. He runs from responsibility. He unnecessarily sharpens his blades when bored or stressed. Hobbies: Drinking, brawling, sailing, fishing, gambling, throwing, f@&$ing. Fears: * Emotional connection or reliance. * Claustrophobic * Burning to death (he's seen/heard it) Likes: * Alcohol * Tattoos * The ocean * Knives * Stories * A good meal Dislikes: * Children * Responsibility * Guns * Liars * Descendants of Skadi * --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Water manipulation * Unknown General Skills: * Sailing * Fishing * Farming * Smithing * Gambling * Tattooing Combat Skills: * Brawling * Small blades - throwing * Endurance / resilience * Disarming Magic Item: * Horn of Endless ale: Wrongly named, this mug has swivelling runestones around it allowing for many combinations. Each combination can be used to record what ever liquid is currently in the mug and then recreate it endlessly. It mostly just has various ales, some of which have magical properties. Ale of loose lips Ale of vigor * Wolfs chain liquid metal. From the forge of Fenrir's chains remained a small globe of imperfect material. Be it of the final product or an attempt before, excess material or slag residue, an incomplete or a failed link. This small light near indestructible metal refused to leave its liquid state and be of any use. Additionally after some time unattended it will simply evaporate into nothingness. Only under the strong will of one who can manipulate liquids, can it be shaped and formed into solid usable (albeit temporary) constructs. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing * Coin pouch * Concealed Shoe dagger * Concealed Belt dagger * Concealed Chest harness dagger x2 * Concealed wrist dagger * Leather braces * Necklace * Boots * * * Possessions In Hotel Room: Gerrik's room is hardly that, it appears more like a small work shop and shows of utter disregard to the establishment. It is dirty, there are broken bottles strewn about and knives litter the wall. * More knives * Small forge and tools * Ore * Some books somewhere * * * * * * * --- --- History Biography Born to a Frankish missionary Gerrik never really fit in or was accepted. Back in his mother's homeland they were ridiculed and chased out for his mother's wild story of his conception at sea and the troubled conflicting religious beliefs she had because of it. Moving back to where he was born amongst the Danes, things were not much better there for them either. His mother's different background, jumbled beliefs and wild claims made Gerrik the focus of much ire and brutality. He grew up with few friends and had a hard life ahead of him. It was made slightly easier when he and his mother were eventually taken in by a lonely crippled fisherman. The fisherman turned out to be a heartless ex-warrior simply awaiting his inglorious death, drinking to pass the time until it came. He was a drunk and a violent one at that. The man had little but always a tankard of ale could be found in his hand, not that Gerrik ever knew where the foul liquid that filled it came from. While not a great father he still did the job where none other were present. He taught Gerrik how to fight, how to fish, how to throw a knife, and how to survive the world. But most importantly he taught him how to survive it alone. Gerrik wasn't always alone though, in his early teen years he was blessed with a younger sister. As a young adult he was fortunate to find his wife. Gerrik grew to became a capable smith and fisherman, looking after his family and providing for them. However this semblance of peace only lasted several years before everything was suddenly and unexpectedly taken away from him. His mother, his sister, his wife, their unborn child and his house was gone. The only thing the raiders left was the crippled angry old man. Vengeance filled Gerrik's heart and the next few years saw him initiate himself into a raiding team. He had to work, crawl, and climb his way up from lower than the bottom. He was a nothing who endured every type of hardship and humility just to get a place on their boat. He eventually pleased his jarl enough that he earned his own boat. With a few successful raids under his belt he finally had the opportunity to sail out to those who attacked his homestead, but by the time the opportunity came, he was sent instead to aid not attack his sworn enemy. Gerrik's vengeance clouded his mind. He did not see the mockery or lies of his comrades for what they were. He was encouraged to challenge the rival clan believing it would lead to retribution, but it never did nor would. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Gerrik, in a matter of years, became a warrior and fought for his name and his family. His death came while seeking revenge on a misleading quest. He was sent to aid raiders who had murdered his family years past. While he wanted to slaughter them all in their sleep he challenged them honourably. It was a fair, honest and fierce duel. A one on one challenge that in the end saw both combatants die. (Anora Skadidottir) --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Made of scars - Stone Sour Extra Information: 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. Unaffiliated, neither Aesir or Vanir. And here is a random old post.</s> <\|message\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden --- --- Gerric Roar Halfden Location: Niflheim Skills:Blades, Water manipulation --- --- A hand caught Gerric's collar and only chance saw him delay before impaling the assailant with a dagger, a delay that let him see the very living features of Arnora. Surprise took the edge off his wild reckless rage but not before a torrent of water swept a draugr up into the air and removed its undead limbs one by one. Satisfied, he followed one of his least favourite people back to shore and into the cave. In there he hoped he would find some of those that came with him, but to his disappointment he did not. Instead there were others that he was not familiar with. All had that hint of a warriors soul but one seemed as if that soul was ready to disembark from its body. He was speechless as he stood shivering before them with blue lips and ice in his beard.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim, the Cave Skills: Spear attack and Medical --- --- Lara looked over at Arnora as she dragged the figure back towards them. "Duck!" She took aim and tossed her sprear at the drauger that was pursuing them, and she made a gesture of victory as it hit it and took it out. She knew with time her spear would come back to her, it always did. So she turned to Arnora and helped her by tacking Gerric from her. "I'll check him over, you make that barricade. Stupid idiot... why the hell did you go into the water?" She looked at Gerrick and looked him over. She could tell that hypothermia was probably starting to set in from the color of his lips. She ripped more of her clothing apart to patch him up and then sighed a bit. What they needed was a fire, but that was ill advised at the moment. She swore under her breath in Danish as she tugged a blanket out of her backpack and wrapped it tight around him. "Walk around if you can, warm up your joints."</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa glanced at Klara in confusion, mouthing the word thingmabob. She didn't know the meaning of that. By context, she guessed that it just meant thing, but English could be incredibly confusing at times and she wouldn't be surprised if it meant something else entirely. She made a mental note to ask later, preferably when Klara was a little less hyper. She was right too - they were on a time limit and needed to focus on accomplishing a million impossible things in order to keep everyone in the universe from dying horribly. She nodded at Nadia when she told her to lead the way and she looked down at the compass, seeing that it was pointing towards the northeast. She wasn't really sure what to say, so she just started walking in that direction. She didn't really know what she was looking for, nothing seemed to happen, and she had no idea how long they'd need to walk to get to their destination. She was filled with anxiety over the entire thing, and she didn't want to turn around and ask the dwarf for more detailed instructions on how to use the compass. She'd just have to trust that they were going the right way.</s>	<\|message\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden Gerric Roar Halfden Location: Niflheim Skills:Water manipulation --- --- Unsure where to begin or how to answer, for what seemed like a long moment Gerric just stood and stared blankly at Lara. A faint hit of confusion stuck to that frozen face of his. Now that he was unmoving the shivers where undeniable. He wasn't sure if her first question was a real one or if simply the frost had already started to settle on his brain. The thought that Arnora was behind him, someone he hadn't seen in many many years, pulled at his focus and caused a whirlwind of emotions to plague him. "Wh, What!?" Gerric finally responded to the blonde woman incredulously as he denied her advances to aid his injury with a waving hand. Sceptically he found words enough to answer that which he believed too obvious to need explanation. His words came drawn out and slightly slurred, slipping between chattering teeth and through tired numb lips. "I was fighting. was his first and complete answer, speaking as though those three simple words covered everything. He continued on to the next, a pitying look in his eyes. "Yer never had the cold in your bones before have you?" he asked without really asking. "Were I not a son of Aegir, and fool enough to follow your advice, the cold would put me to a sleep I'd never wake from. No amount of walking could distance me from that fate, especially here. I am of the sea and lands of snow and still I have never known a chill like that of Niflheim." Then he pauses before adding in with a coy smile. "Besides, everyone knows huddling naked is the best way to warm a body." Proving he had no intent to get naked, he threw his arms out wide and closed his eyes in concentration. Before his feet a small pool of water would appear as he tried to drag all the moisture out of his clothes, essentially drying the freezing cold fabrics with his father-given magic. Despite his best efforts it was all too late for him. The ice of Niflheim had sunken deep into his bones. His body temperature had dropped drastically, and here, in this cold dark cave, being watched over by some of the fiercest and most merciless of creatures, Gerric would not find aid. Had he the strength he'd spend the last of it to stab Anora through the back. But he didn't. His limbs were weak, his head heavy and his mind sluggish. Darkness encroached upon his vision, his use of magic draining his life as quick as the cold he sought to remove. It was not an honourable death, nor a brave or mighty one. He'd rather have gone out to the blade of a drugar, fang of the world serpent or tentacle of the kraken. But just like his life, his death did not go how he planned. This time there would be no valkerie, this time the darkness would be final. With no words of warning, just a battering of his eyelids, Gerric slumped against the rocky wall and slid down to the hard unforgiving floor, falling into his last and final sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Evans --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- "It's Will," he responded to the Canadian girl. He couldn't fault her for not knowing his name, after all, he didn't even have an idea on how to pronounce hers. Still, her assertations were right; he felt something was off. His sister had a big book that went into all of the different signs of a haunting. It had been based on one of those stupid ghost-hunting shows that had been all the rage a decade ago. But he remembered several of the signs quite well. Unexplained temperature changes. Strange glitches with technology. Unusual smells. Objects moving and strange sounds. Animals reacting in strange, unnatural ways. "Temperature changes and strange sounds..." he muttered to himself. It wasn't enough to go around shouting "GHOSTS! We've got ghosts here!" He was weird enough at school without getting his ass kicked every day. Besides, he still had to survive senior year. Other girls were also mentioning the cold, and Will nodded to them walking over to one of the vents in the room, running his hand in front of it. Nothing. "The air's not running," he mentioned, and looked back to the stacks. "I came here to get a book from the basement, but when I tried to go down the stairwell, the door was locked. The staff elevator isn't working either." Glitches with technology too. Three signs. He started walking towards the stacks again, looking towards the corner door that led to the stairwell. It was wide open as if something was holding it open. He turned back to the others. "I swear when I got here the door was shut and lock-" As he turned back to the stacks, he could see the soft motion of cloth in the corner of the door as if a woman's dress had moved enough to be seen. Like someone was holding the door open for them. Will looked to Jenny Emerson, who was either so involved in her shitty Netflix show that she didn't even register the change in temperature and the commotion from the teenagers in the room, or she just didn't feel anything. Not that Will thought she'd be much help anyway. "I'm going to check it out." Sarah was always going on about exploring and finding the unknown. This was his chance to do the same. He started walking down the stacks, seeing the door close gently as he moved towards the door. "Is-is anyone there? Is anyone in the stairwell?" No answer. The only way to move now was forward, for him at least. Anyone else was free to follow or stand around and talk, or wait. But you would have to be a blind idiot to think that there was nothing weird at all going on.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Evans --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- "It's Will," he responded to the Canadian girl. He couldn't fault her for not knowing his name, after all, he didn't even have an idea on how to pronounce hers. Still, her assertations were right; he felt something was off. His sister had a big book that went into all of the different signs of a haunting. It had been based on one of those stupid ghost-hunting shows that had been all the rage a decade ago. But he remembered several of the signs quite well. Unexplained temperature changes. Strange glitches with technology. Unusual smells. Objects moving and strange sounds. Animals reacting in strange, unnatural ways. "Temperature changes and strange sounds..." he muttered to himself. It wasn't enough to go around shouting "GHOSTS! We've got ghosts here!" He was weird enough at school without getting his ass kicked every day. Besides, he still had to survive senior year. Other girls were also mentioning the cold, and Will nodded to them walking over to one of the vents in the room, running his hand in front of it. Nothing. "The air's not running," he mentioned, and looked back to the stacks. "I came here to get a book from the basement, but when I tried to go down the stairwell, the door was locked. The staff elevator isn't working either." Glitches with technology too. Three signs. He started walking towards the stacks again, looking towards the corner door that led to the stairwell. It was wide open as if something was holding it open. He turned back to the others. "I swear when I got here the door was shut and lock-" As he turned back to the stacks, he could see the soft motion of cloth in the corner of the door as if a woman's dress had moved enough to be seen. Like someone was holding the door open for them. Will looked to Jenny Emerson, who was either so involved in her shitty Netflix show that she didn't even register the change in temperature and the commotion from the teenagers in the room, or she just didn't feel anything. Not that Will thought she'd be much help anyway. "I'm going to check it out." Sarah was always going on about exploring and finding the unknown. This was his chance to do the same. He started walking down the stacks, seeing the door close gently as he moved towards the door. "Is-is anyone there? Is anyone in the stairwell?" No answer. The only way to move now was forward, for him at least. Anyone else was free to follow or stand around and talk, or wait. But you would have to be a blind idiot to think that there was nothing weird at all going on.</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Abbie crossed her arms, after the books she had been hauling were returned. She wasn't sure why she had stuck around instead of leaving, but there was just something about the library today that had drawn more people than she had seen at once, especially considering there was no incentive to be at the library in the first place. But no, she was supposed to believe everyone else had decided to return books or use library computers at the exact same time. "That's a good question." Abbie uttered as the boy, Will, ushered closer to the stairwell. She raised a brow before smirking wryly to answer the other girl's comment about the library. "The library hasn't been this active in a hundred years." It was a joke, a smart-ass like retort, but given Will decided he wanted to play detective instead of leaving the library or minding his own business she felt the need to cut the tension in the air. It was an old library, it happened to get cold all the time. Abbie didn't really see the need to be this fussy or insistent. She kept her arms crossed as Will called out, wondering if anyone was there, as if this was an episode of Scooby Doo! and he was Shaggy. Based on the cracks in his voice she wondered if he was going to stammer "zoinks!" next. She rolled her eyes before leaning into the nearest wall as she looked over how many exact teenagers had filled into the library at once. Her joke about the library haven't had this many visitors at once in a hundred years seemed to be a joke, but there was something strange about it. Being a small town with one high school, she recognized all the faces. Though, nothing felt out of place. It was just weird they all ended up at the library at the same time. Not as weird as Will being Will, though. Her glance moved back to him as she waited for the mayor's daughter to sign off on her books and allow her to leave. Go get lunch. Something else. "You're seriously going to poke around? Really?"</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott "I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?" It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history. "You're paying for gas, wherever it is."</s>
<\|description\|>Ruby Han Age 17 Years Old Place of Residence 152 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Ruby has always been more of the introverted sort. She has never been the type to show or express her emotions easily, but when she does, you'll know that it is absolutely genuine. This also leads into the fact that she is not a talkative chatterbox, but that in turn also makes her a great listener. When she's quiet, she's observant. That makes her a great considerate friend to have, as you'll always know that she'll be there to listen to your rants and whines without judgement. It's not exactly that she is always silent, it's more that she is taking the extra time to acknowledge her thoughts. She recognises what she is thinking and takes the extra time and effort to stop and reflect on it. This can work as a double-edged sword, but it is not something that she can change easily for a matter of fact. Ruby is friendly and easy going, and is not a difficult person to get along with. She is polite and seldom rude, both to her peers and elders. She pursues an active lifestyle with plenty of energy to spare and likes to pursue anything that catches her interest and attention, and can often be found doing activities of all kinds. She's in the habit of proving that she's just as good as boys or better, and has proven herself in more than a few occasions in that enough of the boys have recognised her for the fact. Ruby is also known to be incredibly stubborn and prefers doing things her way. Ruby does have a compassionate side to her though, and likes doing little things to show how she feels about her friends and loved ones where words would fail to describe how she feels for them. The saying actions speak louder than words is very much in tuned with how she behaves as she is not one who is very expressive when it comes to her feelings. Family History/Backstory Ruby Han was born on November 22 2002 in Los Angeles to Richard and Rachel Han. She is the couple's only child and was raised with as much love and affection as the couple could provide. When she was six, her mother fell gravely ill and became bedridden with complications from lingering illness she had been combating ever since childbirth. She eventually lose the battle her sickness and passed away two years later when Ruby was just a tender young age of eight. Richard fell into a period of grief as he had loved his wife with all his heart and found it difficult to accept the fact that his childhood sweetheart was no longer in his heart after more than fifteen years of being together. Tired of being in the city he grew up and met his wife in, he made the decision to move to Everbrook to escape the painful memories of remaining in California. The inheritance of his late younger brother's home in the quiet town had remained unsettled for quite some time now, and Richard took the opportunity to settle the matter by moving into the now vacant home. Ruby did not know much about her uncle George, and she did not see him often. The two of them had only met twice, the most recent being his visit to her mother's funeral. From what she knew, he was a simple and introverted man who did not marry and had no children and mostly kept to himself in his home. Moving into Everbrook seemed to be the right decision as it allowed Richard to start a new and began picking himself up. He raised his daughter with all the love he could give and more and the father-and-daughter pair were very close and shared just about everything with one another. Raising a child as a single parent is never easy, and Ruby does all she can to help her father out with the household chores and working part time jobs to supplement the family's income. She does all sorts of odd jobs for her neighbours and just about anyone in town. Highly active and involved, just about everyone in the neighbourhood knows her well and welcomes her energetic and cheerful smile whenever she greets them while roaming around on her bike. Other Info * She rides her bike everywhere in town, and is her main mode of transport. She ocassionally takes the bus. * She is fluent in both English and Korean. * Her fathers work as the manager of the local supermarket. * She is a part-time pizza chef at the local pizzeria. She has been there for nearly six months now. She also does all kinds of simple odd jobs like cutting grass and delivering milk and newspaper. * Loves eating and enjoys most types of cuisine. * Loves cooking and singing in her free time.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s>	<\|message\|>Ruby Han Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s>
<\|description\|>Astrid Evans Age 17 Place of Residence 101 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits Captain Planet: Much like the anti-pollution 90's superhero, Astrid is a child both of and for the planet. It might come off as obnoxious or just a phase to most adults, but she tries to leave the smallest carbon footprint that she can. Her behavior lends itself well to varying ecofriendly and animal right agencies and clubs around her. Chameleon: Astrid is great at blending in with any kind of crowd, she changes her 'skin' aka her personality based on what people she interacts with or trying to impress. Her talent for fraud and theatre only help to bolster her eccentric behavior. For the People: Despite being from a family line surrounded by wealth, the finer things in life never appealed to Astrid if at all. Rather than being caught at a country club or the white-collar version of a séance, Astrid most of the time found herself hanging around Courtland street with those who had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Lock Box: If there was one flaw that stuck out the most, it was definitely how locked away she kept her actual emotions. With enough rehearsal and the perfect poker face her inner self was practically impregnable from outside hands. Family History/Backstory Ever since being born and raised in Everbrook she's wanted to live elsewhere, now it wasn't for the lack of trying that she couldn't get out but moreso a series of unfortunate events. Having been one of the more established names in the quaint town in Maine, there was practically a massive tether attached to mind, body, and soul to young Astrid so she could keep the name and wealth going. All of this was a bit excessive for the developing mind of a young girl, so it was shelved for later down the road. Her parents, like most parents in the area were happily married and dedicated to their heir. Unlike most upper class crust her parents didn't come with the less scrupulous traits of the haughty rich. Both of them worked for their wealth even having had the family's wealth as a safety net (it was more akin to a safety castle, but you get the idea) In what did they work you ask? Well they were both morticians and damn good ones at that. The Evans on their own dime had set up their own funeral home in town and slowly gained traction over the years until they made it to the top. Of course, no parent would want that intermingling with the lives of their children so like everything else it was locked away until she could face it. Little did she know, Astrid would have to face it much sooner rather than later. It wasn't until middle school than she had found out her mother had developed breast cancer. And despite a three-year long war with the cancer in the end it won out the battle of attrition. The experience of that left a lasting impression on the impressionable Astrid, especially when facing her mom during the wake when the parlor that housed her was the same office, she spent countless hours with her mother and father while they attended their business. Astrid bided her time in Everbrook until it was finally senior year where she thought college would finally be an escape, but tour after tour and letter after letter either got cancelled or returned to sender. The grip of the other side felt like it was tightening its grip around her neck, why couldn't she just leave? Other Info * The Evans Estate and Wealth originate from a long line of fisherman turned to fish enterprise with the collection, selling, and competing of anything fish related. * Astrid works part-time at her parents Funeral Home when she's not in school. While she doesn't tend to the bodies she does tend to nicer things like floral arrangements and receiving calls. * Astrid drives a Honda XR600 that passed down to her from her father when he first owned it. She prefers two wheels and the vintage look over anything driven around her.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s>	<\|message\|>Astrid Evans Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriela Mendez Age 16 Place of Residence 144 Courtland Street Personality Traits Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time. Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators. Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood. Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in. Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with. Family History/Backstory Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana Father: Martin Mendez Brother: Jeffrey Mendez Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine. Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls. Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible. Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her. Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea. Other Info * Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town. * Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock. * Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting. * Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator. * Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriela Mendez Age 16 Place of Residence 144 Courtland Street Personality Traits Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time. Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators. Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood. Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in. Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with. Family History/Backstory Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana Father: Martin Mendez Brother: Jeffrey Mendez Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine. Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls. Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible. Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her. Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea. Other Info * Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town. * Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock. * Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting. * Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator. * Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?" It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history. "You're paying for gas, wherever it is."</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez An old, abandoned mineshaft? Yeah, that sounded safe. A billion things could go wrong there. Without anyone else knowing where they were, if the entrance happened to collapse or if one of them fell down some old vertical tunnel, there would be nothing they could do. Hell, if some toxic gases had collected there, they may not have even realized they were fucked before they all started dropping. So yeah, of course she was in. "Ey, fuck it, right? If it helps ya get some answers, I'm in," Gabi answered with a quick thumbs up. "What's the worst that could happen if we gear up first, yeah?" She looked at Jess, supporting the notion to be prepared before diving right in. Gabi wasn't one to exactly turn down a potentially stupid situation, but she wasn't so shortsighted as to run right into a deathtrap without a bit of security first. Even if it was just a rope to mark the path they took and find the exit, that was better than nothing. She quickly nabbed her bike from the rack outside the library as well, stowing the shitty lock in a pocket for now. She walked it over to where Will and Abbie were chatting. "Sooo...Either of ya ever been in a cave before? Gonna be new to me," She idly asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Asélie Cadieux Age Sixteen Place of Residence 115 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Some might see Asélie as someone who is brash and obnoxious. Others might see her as one of the "cool kids" of Everbook High. Both viewpoints have some truth to them. Delinquent: Asélie has always been quite the troublemaker since before the move to Everbrook. She's the type to freely skip school, ride her skateboard where she isn't allowed, and maybe smoke a little weed on the side. You only have one childhood; there isn't a need to be boggled down by rules yet. Outspoken: Kind of a hot head, Asélie doesn't mince her words and says whatever is on her mind. This often leads to her getting into arguments and fights, some of which have been physical. Family History/Backstory The Cadieux family were planned to be a temporary addition to Everbrook, Maine, having moved to the city from Montreal, Canada following Étienne Cadieux's promotion to oversee company investments within the state. Whilst her father saw it as a chance to do good for his nuisance-causing daughter, Asélie, on the other hand, saw it as betrayal. Sure, her parents may have been getting complaints about her skateboarding and loud music, but Montreal was all Asélie knew. Her popularity, friends and connections—she'd have to give it all up in favor for a no-name city where she had nothing. Begrudgingly, Asélie accepted the move, but the damage had already been done, furthering the divide between parent and child. Abusing her status as the new "foreign kid", Asélie began to lash out at her parents in the only way she knew—staying out past curfew, partying with her classmates, and being a general terror to the neighborhood—until her father's work or her parents brought them back to Montreal. It never did. Now, almost three years later, Asélie is running out of steam, and in turn growing acquiescent with her new life as her father seems to continuously find work to do. She would still much prefer going back to Montreal, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give Everbrook a chance. Other Info * Asélie's mother tongue is French, with English as a second language. No matter what language Asélie speaks, however, she still has a distinct Quebec accent. * Unlike most teenagers, Asélie does not have a driver's license as she hasn't gone through the steps a foreigner would need in order to drive in the US. Nothing compares to riding a skateboard against the wind, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| Entrance --- Once her gaze was pulled away from the stacks of books, it would be an understatement to say she was surprised at being met with multiple people her age all converged near the entrance or just entering the library. When she stumbled upon the fact that the building was the library, she figured it would be practically empty except for maybe one or two people, other than the employees of course but still a lot less crowded than this. It made her wonder if there was some kind of project she had missed or something cause why would any come to the library during summer? Okay, yes, she was here but that was more of a coincidence since she was exploring while the others should be out and about to have fun with friends, unless this is what people did to hang out in this town? That would be a little odd, not that she didn't love books but it seemed like a horrible hang out idea with the needing to be quiet aspect but then again, the girl behind the counter looked as though a bomb could go off in here and she wouldn't have noticed. She decided it wasn't any of her business and decided to find the history section or maybe a bulletin board and hope there was a map layout since she doubted the so-called 'librarian' would be less than helpful. Jess was just about to walk away when she suddenly felt like she had been doused in ice water, only slightly more pleasant given that she wasn't sopping wet but it still froze her in place nonetheless. Shivers ran up her spine, her hair stood on end, and goosebumps crawled up her arms at the sudden shift in temperature. She looked up, honestly expecting a large vent to be above her but she saw nothing. It was about that time that one of the boys asked 'did it just get really cold in here' to which she would have answered had it not been done by multiple other people. Honestly, she kind of felt like she had suddenly been thrown in one of those cliche horror movies where you start to see your own breath just before things start flying around. It was probably the old aesthetic of the place that gave her that image but she wanted to chuckle a bit at letting her mind get away from her. It was a library, what was the worst that could happen? She wished she hadn't thought that though as an astounding slam came from the back of the library before the sound of a creaking of a door opening echoed loudly, making her nerves on edge and she would have been shocked if someone said she didn't flinch. It felt awkward, just standing here while everyone who obviously knew each other or about each other chatted. Jess decided to busy herself, tucking her skates into her pack and getting it reorganized as to keep her hands busy. She had found out at least some information though just by being there. One of the boys being part of the football team and the other one that spoke up first was named Will. Someone, she assumed one of the other girls asked what everyone was doing here which was a valid question but not one that anyone seemed keen on answering. Instead, most seemed focused on Will. At least, that is what she could assume with the asking if he was alright, as though he had seen a ghost and another in a most smart-ass joking manner about how it hadn't been 'active' for a hundred years...whatever that meant. Probably some kind of history that she was unclear about but it was pretty clear that Will obviously believed in ghosts and it was made to poke a bit of fun. Jess got a feeling that he was one of those odd one out kind of people but nice as some of the people around seemed to care. She stood up again, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she did. She debated just moving away from the group, continuing on with her plan but she found herself instead following after the two boys. "Well, I was basically poking around town anyway, so might as well make this trip interesting." When she did catch up to the two boys, they were standing in front of a closed door. The football player trying to ease Will away from the door which had her raising an eyebrow. Sure, some strange shit had happened but it wasn't anything that couldn't be explained and if it was ghosts then who wouldn't want to find out why they were being responsive. Didn't they usually have like unfinished business or something and tried to reach out for help or whatever? Not all ghosts were friendly in the movies but cold air and opening doors hardly seemed something to fear. She brushed past both of them, not hesitating as she made her way towards the door. It wasn't like the ghosts, if there were any, were going to respond in words since they hadn't so far. They had been keeping doors shut and things from moving if what Will said was to be believed and not just the signs of a building falling apart so why start now? It was all creep even if it was just the building falling to ruin but might as well keep an open mind on these things. She had no background history to go off of but she had heard some crazy legends in her time with all the moves she had done. "Why not try the polite approach?", Jess asked before doing a 'shave and a haircut' knock on the door. Obviously, the 'two bits' wasn't going to be answered but it was still fun to do. "So someone want to do the honors or should I?", she asked, leaning against the wall next to the door. She wasn't afraid of a closed door and honestly, it wasn't all that creepy what had happened so far. Strange, yes, but you had to face things head on and deal with them or what was the point. If you shy away from everything, then were you really living?</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- Finding herself stylishly late to the budding scene, Gabi furrowed her brow a bit when she saw just how many kids were heading into the old library. Sure, it wasn't weird for a library to be busy, but to attract so much attention so soon after the quarantine lifted? Shit, man, those late fees must've been brutal. She deftly avoided the pillars holding up the second floor balcony, slowing her bike down to a crawl once on the porch. Her first target was a bike rack that had been pretty haphazardly bolted into the floor near the main entrance. Gabi didn't have any books to return or DVDs to rent, and by all means could've just plopped on one of the seats and mooched the Wi-Fi from there, but part of her was curious. Maybe there had been some event announced at the library that she'd just happened to miss? Definitely worth checking, she thought. Not like there was much better to do if her call still wouldn't go through here. Gabi secured her bike to the rack, nestling the front tire between two metal bars just barely wide enough to accommodate it. Her lock was a pretty cheap, number-locked belt that wouldn't stand up to a good pocket knife, but she felt better looping it through the wheel to keep it at least somewhat more secure than just dumping it out front. She doubted anyone would really want to steal her bike, given it was a bit schlubby, what with its flaking paint and function-over-form design. But damn if she really didn't want to lose it. It was hers. Her cycle now "secured," Gabi let herself in and immediately plucked her phone from her pocket. Cracked lens and slightly scuffed screen protector aside, the thing worked as well as a phone a few generations behind could in the era of designed obsolescence. A spike of lag hit as it searched for open signals to connect to. Most of them were locked, naturally - a connection for library guests, one for the staff, some would-be comedian's poorly-named hotspot - but her card let her sign in to the first one. "Alright, alright, let's go," she mumbled to herself, watching the connection struggle to form. Just when it seemed like it was about to work, though, a sudden wave of cold hit her. It was like someone had dumped an ice cube down the back of her shirt, and she uncomfortably squirmed in turn. "The fuck?" She asked, mostly to herself. A quick spin around proved nobody had actually been behind her to do anything of the sort. She knew the place had pretty shitty airflow, but something like that was far too distinct to merely be the AC being wonky. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed uncomfortably. "So, uh," She spoke aloud, a bit more directly to the others. "Y'all feel that too, or..?" The atmosphere of the room already seemed disquieted. One of the kids - Will, she thought? - seemed to have already gone into full on white-guy-in-a-horror-movie mode, going down the needlessly creepy staircase on the other end of the room. She checked her phone to see if the connection had gone through. To little surprise, it hadn't. "Fuck," She huffed, locking the screen and stuffing the thing back into her pocket. "So much for that. Sorry, grandpa." Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she made her way closer to the group and peeked down the stairs, not quite willing to take a step down just yet. Shit, if anywhere in Everbrook was haunted, the library was a good contender - and she wasn't about to have her afternoon ruined by a wayward spirit. Not when she still had Luigi's to go to.</s>	<\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Will. Asélie repeated in her head, making a mental note for later. By then, more and more kids had begun to realize the temperature change, each with own thoughts and opinions on the matter. What they had to say, however, wasn't of much interest to Asélie, who was more intrigued by Will. It had only been a few years since they had moved to Everbrook, but even she was highly aware of the weirdo that Will was. Being an anti-social dork and having an obsession with the supernatural often painted a target on his back, and though Asélie wasn't going to mug Will for his lunch money like the jocks did, she found his hobbies amusing. After all, ghosts and the like were purely fictional—just something to sell Halloween costumes in October or make for cheap laughs at someone else's horror. By the looks of it, however, not many seemed to agree with her, instead being either highly interested or terrified of what could be down the staircase. "Look, Will, I highly doubt that you're going to find some spooky ghost hiding in the basement," Asélie asked, as a girl, one she didn't quite know, knocked on the door. "But I figured someone like you would at least know that the first ones to investigate are always the first to go in the movies. Which speaking of movies, why don't we all go see the one Danny mentioned instead? I'd rather not hang around an old library for longer than I need to on the first day of summer." Though Asélie hoped everyone would accept her offer (seeing movies by yourself was a boring and sad experience), a part of her was certain that some of them wouldn't. Will seemed keen on finding his next big supernatural experience alongside a few others that had been poking around the stairwell. Oh well; it would be their loss. At least she wouldn't be wasting her summer away investigating something that simply didn't exist or be around for when Jenny or some other library employee yelled at them for loitering by the basement entrance. "Well? Are you guys coming or not?"</s>
<\|description\|>Asélie Cadieux Age Sixteen Place of Residence 115 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Some might see Asélie as someone who is brash and obnoxious. Others might see her as one of the "cool kids" of Everbook High. Both viewpoints have some truth to them. Delinquent: Asélie has always been quite the troublemaker since before the move to Everbrook. She's the type to freely skip school, ride her skateboard where she isn't allowed, and maybe smoke a little weed on the side. You only have one childhood; there isn't a need to be boggled down by rules yet. Outspoken: Kind of a hot head, Asélie doesn't mince her words and says whatever is on her mind. This often leads to her getting into arguments and fights, some of which have been physical. Family History/Backstory The Cadieux family were planned to be a temporary addition to Everbrook, Maine, having moved to the city from Montreal, Canada following Étienne Cadieux's promotion to oversee company investments within the state. Whilst her father saw it as a chance to do good for his nuisance-causing daughter, Asélie, on the other hand, saw it as betrayal. Sure, her parents may have been getting complaints about her skateboarding and loud music, but Montreal was all Asélie knew. Her popularity, friends and connections—she'd have to give it all up in favor for a no-name city where she had nothing. Begrudgingly, Asélie accepted the move, but the damage had already been done, furthering the divide between parent and child. Abusing her status as the new "foreign kid", Asélie began to lash out at her parents in the only way she knew—staying out past curfew, partying with her classmates, and being a general terror to the neighborhood—until her father's work or her parents brought them back to Montreal. It never did. Now, almost three years later, Asélie is running out of steam, and in turn growing acquiescent with her new life as her father seems to continuously find work to do. She would still much prefer going back to Montreal, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give Everbrook a chance. Other Info * Asélie's mother tongue is French, with English as a second language. No matter what language Asélie speaks, however, she still has a distinct Quebec accent. * Unlike most teenagers, Asélie does not have a driver's license as she hasn't gone through the steps a foreigner would need in order to drive in the US. Nothing compares to riding a skateboard against the wind, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s>	<\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s>
<\|description\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Age 16 Place of Residence 242 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits One has to spend just half an hour with Amy to see that she is the typical "good girl" type. Amazing grades, respectful, and always does her best to avoid any sort of confrontation. Growing up, Amy was disciplined as a young child, and thus she's knowledgeable enough to know when there's trouble and more importantly, how to avoid it. As an only child, her parents made sure she wasn't the least bit spoiled unless she deserved to be. Amy loves to have a good time around her close group of friends. They will sometimes encourage her to drink or do whatever any teenager in a small town usually does to occupy time, but she always turns them down. They don't treat her any differently nor does the relationship with one another changes. Around strangers, however, Amy usually listens more so than she speaks. She's a bit shy around people she doesn't know very well and it takes some time for her to open up to them. With that said, the girl does have her flaws. She naturally sees the good in people which leads her to misjudge their true intentions. She's gotten in trouble a few times as she's been suckered into being part of minor illegal activities due to her naivety, and that's something she knows she has to work on. Family History/Backstory Amy and her parents moved to town from London a few years ago to care for her grandmother's health. She has a couple of family members from her mother's side living in Everbrook. Her father, on the other hand, was raised in England and has most of his family there or back in India. Due to her loved ones being spread out throughout the globe, Amy has had a chance to travel quite a bit despite her young age. Money isn't an issue as Amy's father is a surgeon and her mother's an attorney. Despite being able to buy practically anything she wants, Amy much prefers to spend money on activities as well as her hobbies. She loves music and has a grand piano in one of the rooms in her house which she uses nearly every week both during her private lessons and on her free time. Aside from being able to play the keyboard, Amy also loves to swim. Her home has an indoor pool, and albeit not all that big, she uses it to stay somewhat in shape. She's been told she could try out for the high school team, but she's turned down the offer as she'd much rather focus on her academics. All in all, Amy doesn't mind the small-town life, but she certainly misses her life in London. She wants to spend the summer there with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. She's definitely excited as they're going to travel to Australia as well for a couple of weeks, the one place she's been wanting to visit but has never had the chance to go to. Other Info Some days, Amy tutors after school. She's flexible and she makes home visits, so she has a good clientele. Her Tesla Model 3 is not at all extravagant compared to what some of the kids on her block drive if they're licensed, but her friends who aren't exactly wealthy always love asking her for a ride.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- Two things surprised Will as he entered the library: the first was there were a lot of people his age coming to the library at the end of the month. Probably to return books or check out a DVD to watch, nothing too strange. What was weird to him that apart from Jenny Emerson, the Mayor's youngest daughter who interned at the library, the place seemed devoid of anyone else. Jenny was busy with her left arm cradling her cheek as she listlessly watched a Netflix show on her laptop. Will wondered if he could just walk off with half the furniture before the girl noticed anything. Still, messing with a stuck-up senior like her wasn't something Will did. Not that he did much of anything. He barely had any friends besides Kim Wilson and Barry Wang, and they only really talked in school. This was how it had always been, and how he expected it to always continue. It was why he needed to get out of this fucking town, away from his parent's constant arguing, away from the small-town small-mindedness, and away from the memory of Sarah, constantly following him around like a creepy reminder that the dead never come back. The library was stuffy, like always. Poor ventilation even after the huge refurbishment 15 years ago meant that the less-open areas like the book stacks were stifling at times in the summer. At least today's high temperature was going to be 72 degrees Fahrenheit, a nice comfortable temperature. Meaning that with any luck, the stacks would only get up to around 80. Not that Will needed to spend too much time walking around the stacks, he already knew where he was going: Mystery and Horror. The section was deeper in the stacks, as the Young Adult Fiction and Romance sections were the most well-traveled. There was always a demand for The Hunger Games or Fifty Shades of Gray from bored students to sex-deprived housewives. The DVD section was also near the front; showcasing a lackluster mix of classic films and the previous year's blockbusters. Most of the popular stuff, the Marvel movies, action flicks, and your teen romances, they'd get rented out in a flash and you'd never get a chance to borrow a copy. The only good DVD in Will's opinion was the Masters of Horror collection, something that he and his sister had watched when he was still quite young. The horror section wasn't even on the first floor of the library and instead was on the lower level of the stacks, in the basement. This was always nice since it was a good five degrees colder in the basement year-round, meaning that you never sweated your ass off searching for a good copy of Poe or Lovecraft. The basement was one of the few sections of the library that had been spared in the extreme refurbishment of 2005. The stone walls were original to the old courthouse, and there was always an air of tension down there that the first floor lacked. Will walked to the door leading to the library's staircase, to find that it wouldn't budge. He didn't see a key to lock the door either. Was something wedged in the door to keep it from opening? There was still the elevator. The librarians loaded their book carts onto the elevator to move between floors; the children's library on the second floor, the main floor, and the basement. Even though it was reserved for staff, Will felt that if a door was jammed, that constituted enough need to try it. Plus talking to Jenny Emerson was like having your teeth pulled for as many "likes" as she added to every sentence she spoke. He'd rather do things alone. He walked around to the other side of the first floor, as more people his age filed in. He recognized some; he'd seen them at school or shared a class with them. There was the rich girl, Abbie Prescott. He'd never really spoken to her, even if they'd had classes together. He recognized another girl. Her name was something to do with a gem. Emerald? Diamond? Ruby? Something like that. The gem girl was talking to another one of the school's rich kids. Astrid something or another. Family-owned most of the local fisheries on the coast. There was that redhead girl from Canada, talking to Danny, the football guy. Will had never really had any run-ins with the football team, and Danny seemed nice enough. But it wasn't like he'd had a huge amount of trust for anyone around town. Another underclassman had also walked in. He didn't know her name but the fact that anyone of mixed heritage stuck out like a sore thumb in the mostly-white city was enough to make her memorable. There was the British underclassman. She'd gotten a lot of attention for her accent. And probably a lot of annoying comments about sounding like she belonged in the Harry Potter movies. He'd recognized nearly everyone at the library, either on their way in or being inside now. They all went to the same school after all. But he didn't recognize one person, the blonde girl holding a pair of rollerblades.Who the hell rollerblades anymore? Was she new? Did she just arrive? It made his theory of being trapped in town feel a little less weighty. He noticed another familiar figure making their way towards the doorway as well: Walter Dawson. He'd never talked to the guy, but he knew him all the same. Fifth-year senior, class clown. It seemed nice enough. Still, this was no time for talking, especially not to people he knew. He felt a well of anxiety build as teenagers his age were all here. That voice in the back of his head, reminding him that he was weird and had a dead sister and was probably seen as a creep echoed around in the chamber of his mind, and he quickly made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button, but it didn't light up. No sound, no nothing. "Seriously?" He muttered to himself. Was everything out of order or broken in this damn library? He steeled himself because NOW he had to talk to the Emerson girl about getting into the basement. --- Background Music --- Walking back into the front of the library, everything felt colder. It was like the air conditioning was on full blast and then some. He shivered slightly, looking around the room, before musing out-loud, "Did it just get really cold in here?" Jenny Emerson couldn't hear anything and didn't seem bothered by the air. It was what followed that made him jump, and made the hairs on his arms stand up. A loud slam came from the back of the library, and the loud creaking sound of a door opening up. The cold air was starting to get a bit stifling now.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s>	<\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s>
<\|description\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Age 16 Place of Residence 242 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits One has to spend just half an hour with Amy to see that she is the typical "good girl" type. Amazing grades, respectful, and always does her best to avoid any sort of confrontation. Growing up, Amy was disciplined as a young child, and thus she's knowledgeable enough to know when there's trouble and more importantly, how to avoid it. As an only child, her parents made sure she wasn't the least bit spoiled unless she deserved to be. Amy loves to have a good time around her close group of friends. They will sometimes encourage her to drink or do whatever any teenager in a small town usually does to occupy time, but she always turns them down. They don't treat her any differently nor does the relationship with one another changes. Around strangers, however, Amy usually listens more so than she speaks. She's a bit shy around people she doesn't know very well and it takes some time for her to open up to them. With that said, the girl does have her flaws. She naturally sees the good in people which leads her to misjudge their true intentions. She's gotten in trouble a few times as she's been suckered into being part of minor illegal activities due to her naivety, and that's something she knows she has to work on. Family History/Backstory Amy and her parents moved to town from London a few years ago to care for her grandmother's health. She has a couple of family members from her mother's side living in Everbrook. Her father, on the other hand, was raised in England and has most of his family there or back in India. Due to her loved ones being spread out throughout the globe, Amy has had a chance to travel quite a bit despite her young age. Money isn't an issue as Amy's father is a surgeon and her mother's an attorney. Despite being able to buy practically anything she wants, Amy much prefers to spend money on activities as well as her hobbies. She loves music and has a grand piano in one of the rooms in her house which she uses nearly every week both during her private lessons and on her free time. Aside from being able to play the keyboard, Amy also loves to swim. Her home has an indoor pool, and albeit not all that big, she uses it to stay somewhat in shape. She's been told she could try out for the high school team, but she's turned down the offer as she'd much rather focus on her academics. All in all, Amy doesn't mind the small-town life, but she certainly misses her life in London. She wants to spend the summer there with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. She's definitely excited as they're going to travel to Australia as well for a couple of weeks, the one place she's been wanting to visit but has never had the chance to go to. Other Info Some days, Amy tutors after school. She's flexible and she makes home visits, so she has a good clientele. Her Tesla Model 3 is not at all extravagant compared to what some of the kids on her block drive if they're licensed, but her friends who aren't exactly wealthy always love asking her for a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s>
<\|description\|>Red Robin Secret Identity: Timothy Jackson Drake Jr. Parents: Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown Age: 18 In suit Out of suit Personality: Playful and childish, Tim tends to not take too much too seriously. Of course when shit hits the fan, he can be all business, but he always likes to find the silver lining despite the situation and believes there is always a way out, no matter how grim things look. He's also kind of a super nerd, loving to pick apart tech, both figuratively and literally. Brief History: Tim Jr had quite the interesting childhood, getting taught how to master the bo staff at an early age and being taught how to dismantle and mess with tech of all types. His favorite times growing up, still to this day as well, are the "Family Reunions" he would go to, getting to hang around the Wayne Manor and get up to some dastardly shenanigans with his best friend Connor, which eventually led them to becoming the masked vigilantes. Skills: acrobatics, forensics, detective work, criminology, master hand-to-hand combatant and expert martial artist, highly skilled with a bo staff, multilingual, genius level intellect, and tech wiz. (Makes and modifies most if not all the gadgets he and Connor use.)</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear. "RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out." Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation. "RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor had been kneeling on a rooftop for the better part of an hour waiting for a sign about the very people they were looking for. when he heard Tim come over their radios saying something about needing a status report but Connor was more focused on the couple in the street and watching a group of Joker gang thugs walkout from an alley behind them to notice. Before he could report the woman screamed and Tim in his usual impulsive way leaped into action pausing to flaunt and joke with the thugs. This kid is going to get us killed one of these days. he thought to himself as he grappled to the nearby rooftop. Looking down he counted six total thugs each armed with a variety of knives. Great and they're bigger than we had anticipated. he noted as the thugs ignored the couple and turned to face Tim. Pulling out his escrima sticks Connor vaulted off the rooftop flipping through the air throwing two Bird-a-rangs as he did incapacitate two of the six thugs before landing behind a third and knocking him unconscious. "You two head for safety" he barked causing one of the remaining thugs to turn to face him. "Thank you so much!" the male said taking his partner's hand as the pair headed for safety. Red Robin do you really have to toy with them before you take care of them?" he asked in an exasperated tone looking past the thugs as if they weren't even there.</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy was hidden in the shadows waiting for the best time to strike at these thugs she has been watching. They were part of the Joker gang who she hated with a burning passion because of what their old leader did to her mother. She watched quietly until she saw one boy drop from the roof top and make some lame joke about them being comedians. Ivy rolled her eyes when she saw another boy around the same age drop in as well. She smiled as she heard him say something about them being toys. As she whispered something into the darkness her pants quickly wrap around the thugs and suspends them in the air. Well what do we have here the men who followed a maniac and two handsome boys who think they know what they are doing She said with a smirk as she steps out from the shadows. Swinging her giant mallet over her shoulder and her hyena pups walking beside her. Walking right between the two boys right in front of the thugs hanging in the air. Now why don't you boys leave these thugs to me? She said twisting around to face them her red and black pigtails bouncing as she does.</s>	<\|message\|>Red Robin "It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.</s>
<\|description\|>Ivy Quinzella Parents: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy Age: 19 Appearance: Ivy is a good mix between her mother's she has Harley's pigtail but Poison's red hair with blak tips. The colors she wears are mainly red and black with green thrown in, her skin is tan with green specks through out her body. She has one bright blue eye and one dark forest green. Her lips are green like Poison's. Her style of clothes follows after Harley. Skin tight tops always, the bottom varies. Personality: Ivy has always been the wild child. She has a big heart but has a nasty Temper on her as well. She loves her mothers and her aunt more then anything in the world. You mess with her family and you will feel her wrath. She has a loathing hatred for the Joker and his name is a trigger for her. She is a huge flirt. She is what most would consider an anti hero. She is good but will do anything to get what she wants or to get the job done. She is a kick ass now, take names later type of person. Brief History: Ivy was genetically engineered in a Gotham lab and has the DNA of both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Harley gave her the pups of the hyenas that follow Harley. Ivy always have her mothers close to her and contacts them frequently. Ivy followed in Poison's foot steps and became a botanist and her own plant warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham City. She would train daily with her Aunt catwomen and her mom Harley. Skills: Highly trained in Gymnastics Can make plant life do her bidding Immuned to toxins and certain chemicals Strong Can secrete poison through her skin if she chooses</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear. "RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out." Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation. "RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor had been kneeling on a rooftop for the better part of an hour waiting for a sign about the very people they were looking for. when he heard Tim come over their radios saying something about needing a status report but Connor was more focused on the couple in the street and watching a group of Joker gang thugs walkout from an alley behind them to notice. Before he could report the woman screamed and Tim in his usual impulsive way leaped into action pausing to flaunt and joke with the thugs. This kid is going to get us killed one of these days. he thought to himself as he grappled to the nearby rooftop. Looking down he counted six total thugs each armed with a variety of knives. Great and they're bigger than we had anticipated. he noted as the thugs ignored the couple and turned to face Tim. Pulling out his escrima sticks Connor vaulted off the rooftop flipping through the air throwing two Bird-a-rangs as he did incapacitate two of the six thugs before landing behind a third and knocking him unconscious. "You two head for safety" he barked causing one of the remaining thugs to turn to face him. "Thank you so much!" the male said taking his partner's hand as the pair headed for safety. Red Robin do you really have to toy with them before you take care of them?" he asked in an exasperated tone looking past the thugs as if they weren't even there.</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy was hidden in the shadows waiting for the best time to strike at these thugs she has been watching. They were part of the Joker gang who she hated with a burning passion because of what their old leader did to her mother. She watched quietly until she saw one boy drop from the roof top and make some lame joke about them being comedians. Ivy rolled her eyes when she saw another boy around the same age drop in as well. She smiled as she heard him say something about them being toys. As she whispered something into the darkness her pants quickly wrap around the thugs and suspends them in the air. Well what do we have here the men who followed a maniac and two handsome boys who think they know what they are doing She said with a smirk as she steps out from the shadows. Swinging her giant mallet over her shoulder and her hyena pups walking beside her. Walking right between the two boys right in front of the thugs hanging in the air. Now why don't you boys leave these thugs to me? She said twisting around to face them her red and black pigtails bouncing as she does.</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin "It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor whirled around at the sound of another voice, the woman he saw before him was, well stunning and Connor was all too familiar who her parents were. Holding his escrima sticks out a bit he looked over to Tim before looking back at the girl a shrugging. "I'll tell you what," Connor began a grin stretching across his face. "We'll let you have them on one condition, Knock em out and take them to the police." he said grinning widely looking the woman directly in the eyes. "We don't need any more killers like them on the streets now do we?" he added coyly with a slight tilt of his head.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy looked between the boys. She giggled at the one boy who said these thugs were his punching bags. "Darlin' by the looks of you" She looked him up and down "you know nothing of using thugs as punching bags." She smiled as the one name nightwing, she raised an eyebrow "You want me to hand these lowlife no good better off dead into the police?" She put one hand on her hip "You are handsome just like your dad, but don't know if smart like him." She said as she waves her hand which moves her plants and smacking the thugs into the brick wall knocking them out then does it again for good measure. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear "If you know who my mothers are then you should know my nature" giggling she leans away from him and looks between the boys once more "But since you asked so nicely and you are handsome I guess I can't deny your request." Waving her hand again she smacks the thugs against the wall again and twirls her finger dropping them hard on the ground. Just as her pups go over and stands over two of them drool dripping from their mouth. "On the other hand my pups are very hungry and I promised them a snack" she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smile that mimics her mothers'.</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A location, an objective and a reason to do it. This was how adventures started wasn't it? By small errands and tests, then onto larger endevours like dragon slaying and fighting a deranged evil old man on top of an apocalyptic machine fortress. "I understand. I'll help, and these gu- eh?" She faltered noticing the lack of other people. Did most of them already leave? "Ah, maybe just me then huh? I'll try to help old man. If I don't get back here at all, then I'd have failed." Well, from the instructions they were given, Ari surmised that the rest of the group must be at the frogmen's location already. Having cooled off a little from the shock of noticing they had been left behind by the rest of the team, she naturally wanted to get a bit more stuff before going on that heist. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" "I don't know. Maybe they went ahead towards the frogs?" Jumping up and down experimentally a few times, Ari stretched, her tail stretching at the same time. "Lets go there too. They might already be getting a whole pile of stuff." Like a bow stave losing its string, she sprang towards the direction of the frogs. "Cmon! I'll race you both!"</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- Between the beefcake's surrender, Amulak's protests, and finally Kriz's unceremonious logging off, the situation did indeed devolve into an awkward one. Not that Lew felt any shame in the situation, anyway. His interception was made mainly to defend the clearly crippled Kriz from a terrifying domino effect, not necessarily "gang up" on another player, especially one who now clearly shows no malicious intent. If anything, Lew was quite pleased with the situation. It seems that having an END difference this massive at least puts him in a clear advantage over other players of his level. Still, this little experiment was not enough to answer just how well leveling END would be for him in the long run. "Sorry about that. One of our friends is a bloodthirsty idiot who would have caused one of our other friends to evaporate had I not stood my ground there." Lew stated to Klein, believing that his light shove was indeed a full-fledged tumble that Lew had easily absorbed. "It seems he logged off, though. Probably couldn't withstand being statistically disadvantaged. By the way, if your Strength or Endurance happen to be less than '10', you could easily fix that by purchasing a talisman from an old squatter up the road, if I remember correctly." With enough pleasantries exchanged to hopefully clear that misunderstanding, Lew turned to the keystone once again. Inspired by his own 'monstrous' physique in comparison to a player who looked more beastly than himself, Lew had made a new search inquiry, one that would likely set him on a path he could never turn back from... NO RESULTS Clicking his tongue in annoyance, it seems that Lew would indeed be gated towards the path of the Samurai. If you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em. Lew once more began to think of the Samurai's different class requirements. The 'Max SP' requirement was the easiest. Lew just needed to level up once and drop two points into SP. The part about facing five ogres in solo combat? Based on her past and present actions, Lew could only wonder if Mags counted as an 'ogre' for the sake of meeting these requirements... No, she is nothing compared to the beauty that was the Ogre Smith he ran into in his earlier venture. Speaking of Mags, the last requirement would likely be the hardest if the group had to keep Mags in check most of the time. Normally Lew didn't care about his online reputation as it's in no way linked to his personal or professional one, but between the crowd that began to form along with with one of Mags' famous temper tantrums, Lew could only feel the shame that was directed towards him. And with that shame came a revelation. "Very well, you'll get your fight." Untying the swords from his belt, Lew stepped away from the keystone, tossing his sheathed blades near Ames' feet. Lew had already noticed there weren't any guards gathering at the time, but in case he was arrested, he could at least trust Ames to hold onto his newly acquired weapons. Standing at about six or seven feet away from Mags, Lew turned towards the adult-sized toddler before stepping into some sort of exaggerated fighting stance. "I, Lew Duv-..." Damned screen names. "I, Lugh Dysphoria, accept your challenge with honor and dignity!" While a public fight between level zero noobs isn't exactly good publicity, it's at least enough for Lew's name to be noticed and recognized. Hopefully this fight would go on long enough for Mags to meet her class requirements. Lew wasn't exactly worried of getting hurt either, and this could indeed be a good test to see how well his END would fare against actual damage. "Oh, right, no nut-shots or we remove your custom emote privileges." Lew remarked casually. Just what kind of Discord server doesn't have any custom emotes, anyway?</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 "We got one! Do I see two?" Came the announcement from Mags' voice, rattling out like a auctioneer. "After all, I need to start a fight with multiple people." She was thinking of hitting Lew's nuts for the first time he volunteered for the fight. This time around, however, the attached removal of custom emotes made it too painful a consequence. No longer would she be able to reply to messages with that stupid pogfish, nor could she post the Giga Chad. Well, she technically still could. She'd just need to send them as small images. They wouldn't be in line and that made it too sad. Preparing for combat, she took off the two starter 0 stat sandals on her feet and equipped one in each hand. They were her improvised weapons, after all. Las chanclas. Lethal weapons. "Ames, don't you want in on this...? I'm classically trained to fight, after all."</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- Ari licked her lips, already getting very into the fight, her heartbeat like a wardrum beating in her ears, a strange warm hot feeling filling her body as adrenaline started to kick in. Theresa was definitely not any sort of gymnast, but having already tested and gained confidence in her body and having lost the fear of being actually hurt or killed, she was less hesitant on doing high flying moves. Moving quickly with all the stones she gathered, she moved low to the ground, planting a feet straight onto Ames' back as she used her like a spring board, spinning in the air to further increase the energy into a stone flung at the kappa eyeing Amulak. "MYAHAHAHA~ Nya heck nya'll doing~" Landing on her feet, she quickly set up in a stance in front of Amulak with the piece of fabric in her hand already loaded with another stone, as if daring it to come closer to attack.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 100/110 --- Raime clicked his tongue in mild disappointment as the kappa reacted quickly enough to dodge his bolt. He should have expected that the kappa wouldn't just stand there and let itself get shot. The AI's complexity was phenomenal; it was as if it were a genuine creature trying its best to fight for its life. But, yet again, not the proper time to admire the game. With practiced movements, he sets the butt of the crossbow to his thigh and uses both his hands to draw the bowstring back. Though as virtual reality would have it, pulling back the metal limbs of a crossbow was significantly harder than plexiglass limbs. Fucking thing must have had more than quadruple the draw weight of his own crossbow in real life. Quickly giving up his usual method of reloading, he would plant the sirup on the ground and pull upward with all his might. The aching feeling in his hands and back reminded him that he ought to buy some gloves and a reloading lever if he were to keep playing at 100% realism. Almost doubling his usual seven-second reload time, Raime finally manages to reload his crossbow. Raime would now retake his stance and keep an eye to where the wakizashi wielding kappa hoping that, if he were to track the creature's movement, it would increase his chances of hitting the kappa. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.2 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 77/160 SP: 75/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 12 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 13 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 With an audible "Gwuh", Mags had been hit by the force of an unstoppable dumbass and collided with her more friendly teammate. Then, from above, the fool landed on top of her. Normally, she'd be incredibly mad about that sort of thing. A mix of having an instant meat shield and memories of rescuing her allies into mechanics tempered her instant rage. Rather than yell at Klein for being a massive idiot, she simply slid out of the miscoloured human Oreo. Thankfully, Amulak's magic missile protected Magpie from being skewered to the massive idiot that caused this issue in the first place. Now free, she could figure out the situation. There was the spear wielding kappa and an unarmed Kappa that could probably wrestle her to kingdom come. Well, she might as well go to the backline to try to help defend Amulak. He was the one person who seemed to be able to do considerable damage to the kappas, after all. Quickly sifting the ground nearby for hand-sized rocks, she put a nice one in each hand and went back to protect the useful mage alongside Ames.</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She shook off the monkey fist off the sidewalk above, and rewound it around her arm, squinting into the darkness of the culvert beyond. Ari already knew of the general direction of the hideout, but getting there wouldn't be easy in the darkness. Well, it was sure to become more bearable once her eyes got used to the low light, but she suspected she was going to need to rely on her other senses to determine her directions. It was exciting enough that fact she might be standing in a rivulet of waste was more bearable to think of. Perhaps not being able to see very well was a blessing in disguise. She remembered well the atmosphere of the den she was going to infiltrate, the raucous laughter, the jeerings and swears as money changed hands. All she had to do was listen to it to see if she was going in the right direction, keep her sense of direction straight, and not get lost. At least she knew how to escape if she was lost; just stick a hand in the flowing water if it came to that and follow the flow. Ignoring the weird slippery squelchy feeling the floor had, Ari moved briskly towards her goal, careful not to cause more noise than the flow of water did.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded as Shirin explained the faith's beliefs surrounding monsters. It was good that this religion wouldn't get in the way of his goals, especially since they- Wait, did the priestess just say the worship a snakegirl? As Lew made his way into the chambers with Shirin, his suspicions were truly proven correct. It seems the object of this religion's worship is, in fact, a snakegirl. Such prospects filled Lew with a new excitement for religion that he had never once had before. As he was asked to kneel, he had quickly done so, surrendering himself to this higher power. As he had done so, Lew wondered if this afterlife entailed his bones getting crushed... Once his indoctrination was complete, Lew opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't entirely sure what he had experienced, although there was one thing that was certain. Lew felt more free, more liberated from the shackles and expectations of life. Lew was almost sure that if he didn't know this was all a game, he would have definitely converted in real life as well. Bowing his head once more to the idol, Lew sat up straight and turned towards Shirin. "I'm ready for my training, now." Wherever he would be led to, Lew wondered just how he'll be equipped and, more importantly, if he would receive a uniform more fashionable than whatever it is he started with.</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 93/230 SP: 160/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR It worked. Not well, but it worked. Mags gave enough time for them to wound the frog with the spear. Unfortunately, that victory was short lived as the man with the spear was sent airborne. Now she was in the danger zone. Less than half her health left. Her virtual body was going to begin to break down. The only respite she took is that she set her own pain to 10%. Judging by the look of their archer, she was still going strong in comparison. This was no time to quit her plan. Not because she cared about her comrades living through this fight. Nah, their lives were meaningless. It was a game after all. No, this was pure sunken cost fallacy. With every ounce of strength she could gather, she leapt off the ground. She was certain she could hop over Ames with her strength. Her goal was to grab hold of the airborne Klein and, as she met with the ground once more, toss the burning brute at the frog. To hell with the consequences. If he slammed into her territory, it was his own damn fault for not taking the frog down with him. Even if he did practically take a bullet for her, it was entirely useless if they all died to this dumb frog.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A high pitched scream reverberated across the area, coming from no more than the overexcited catgirl as she just about did a little victory jig. "EEEE! We did it! That was so cool I'm about to explode!" Her face scrunched up immediately upon seeing their loot however. She... didn't want to touch even the coins. "I.. suppose someone should hold on to those?" Shoving the piece of fabric back into her pockets quickly before anyone takes a longer look at it, she started on her grass rope again, while looking for a nice round hefty stone. "Ah, Lew, can you lend me one of your weapons for a moment? I'm going to try something, see if it works."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross She lived. She couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad luck that pretty much every instance of damage she took another 22 points of damage like that. Being ragdolled by an oversized toad wasn't a fun time. Thankfully, the time she bought was worth it. Rather than taking a spine-buster and crumbling into dust, Mags was thrown onto the ground in a familiar pose. By the time Mags managed to rise up, the bulk of the combat had finally ended. Klein became radiant, making Mags somewhat jealous of those sick arm tats. Those absolutely screamed brawler tough guy. Shame that he got them, really. Well, not really a shame since when the radiant light vanished, Klein looked considerably less eviscerated. Mags was there, battered and bruised, and that man just managed to heal himself. Well, that just meant Mags was the one who lost the most out of all of them. She had the highest health pool out of the entire group, yet somehow she was the least healthy. Such was the life of a brawler, especially when they didn't have any sort of healer. Maybe she'd spec into some form of healing. Some kind of monk type, inner ki technique shit. A slam slim Kharazim, if one would. When she capped out brawler, though. She wasn't about to lose her levels just so she could fill in a role this early. Luckily, those levels came with something important: being refreshed. Her resources were refreshed quickly, so the game's mechanics rescued her from death's door. Important to know, really. She allocated her points in an appropriate manner for a brawler. HP, STR, and some more AGI. Endurance was a good stat, but only if she was getting hit. Which she was. A lot. But she also wanted to punch a kappa's head straight off. HP: 140 >> 170 STR: 10 >> 27 AGI: 11 >> 15 The corpse of a brawler slid towards the loot like a gremlin. "Mmmmmmind if I roll... NEED?" By the time she slithered on over, she was already trying to stuff the loot into her bag. She'd make the choice of putting on the loincloth at a later date. It was +5 extra strength or so, after all. --- Lv. 4 HP: 187/187 (170) + 10% SP: 100/100 (100) MP: 30/30 (30) STR – 31 (27) + 15% \| AGI – 15 (15) \| END – 13 (12) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10)</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:110/110 \| MP: 116/116 \| SP: 121/121 --- "Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash." Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 110 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 116 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 121 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 22 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 11 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 21 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.4 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 80/80 MP 10/10 --- Lew took a knee, folding an arm and wiping the kappa blood off of his wakizashi with his sleeve. Retrieving his other fallen blade and returning them both to his sheathes, Lew glanced over to Klein, who had seemed to have produced something interesting. Despite his sacrifice, it seemed he wasn't dead, either. At the same time, Lew didn't recall Klein taking any classes. Was this a special class, or did he unlock that early on? In any case, Lew took Klein's heroic sacrifice to heart, and gave the giant a nod of respect before standing up to face the rest of his allies. Lew didn't care too much about the loot. It would have built up over time, either way. After a bit of grinding, the group would have more than enough coin to buy what they need. As for leveling up, Lew could allocate his stats later. He planned to head to town first anyway to check on his progression. Instead, Lew was more concerned about those needing to play catch-up. While they did level up, Lew knew that the allocation wasn't equal. Some of them didn't even take any jobs! As a matter of fact, one of the biggest offenders of this cardinal sin seemed to call to him to ask for one of his swords. Lew slowly turned to Ari, giving her an ominous and very scary look. Untying the wakizashi from his daisho, he slowly approached his catty companion before grabbing her by one of the cat ears. "You can borrow my sword after we get you a Class, first. I don't want any of us behind just yet, anyway. Lew lectured Ari, before turning to everyone else. "I'm going to head to town, get Ari a class, and maybe do some searching for any future prospects for us. I do have a few more keystone queries I want to make, anyway. If you guys want to continue grinding, feel free. We can meet up at the keystone if we're all still online when you're done, or you all can just ping me on our Discord." Finally, Lew turned to Klein. "You can join us if you want. I don't recall you taking a class either, but those new tattoos of yours and that figure that appeared us for a bit... Wait, did the game just give you a stand? Uh, disregard that. If you want to head to town and grab a Class with us in case you aren't getting any XP, feel free to. If not, send me an add over on Discord. Lew D.#1713." Once all that talking was done, Lew dragged Ari back to town, still holding onto her ear like a parent pulling away a misbehaving child.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 14 AGI – 15 END – 15 DEX – 14 LUC – 15 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:150/150 MP:200/200 SP: 50/50 Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaaa. First encounter was a big win all around. Well, except for Mags, he supposed. Though the big ding and glow of their level-ups and Amulak's MP restoring to full suggested to him that the ass-beating Mags had received likely wasn't permanent. A brief glance over the loot that was dropped revealed nothing good for a caster, so he'd leave that for the melee to hem and haw over. In the meantime, Amulak spent all eight of his stat points touching up his deficiencies in STR and DEX, investing four points in each stat and bringing them up to a base of nine each. There. That should take care of his problems in that department even if he lost his talisman later. He paused, taking a moment to cheerily wave Lew and Ari off as they went back to town before glancing to the rest. A moment to check their levels in the interface revealed that some had gotten three level-ups while...he'd only gotten one? What was this shit?! Oh, wait. A moment of clarity later had the Slav realizing that it was probably because he'd taken a class. Hell, Mags hadn't even leveled, so more advanced classes likely took more experience to level. Something to keep in mind for later, he supposed. In the meantime... "Grinding more sound very good. Can probably keep this rolling until we stop getting free heals from easy levels." He glanced around, his gaze finally falling on Klein and his freshly-drawn ink. Huh. "Very interesting tattoo, big man. Look very imposing." Amulak gave Klein a grin and a thumbs-up.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- It seemed that these players were rowdier than he had realized. It wasn't something that talking would solve, either. Lew knew he had to take action. At the same time, he felt that if he were to physically harm these other players it would only set his training in the priesthood back. Still, it was clear that he needed to do something to alleviate this situation, especially now that he has made his presence known. For now, he stepped back for a moment, placing his silver coins back into his coin-purse before figuring out a proper place to hide the entirety of his money within his person. What he was about to do he knew the potential of being mugged was high. Still, any nook or cranny on his person would suffice, although he would be very much against putting his coins inside that. At the very least, he did his best to distribute as much silver coins within the soles of his shoes in order to at least have some emergency funds in case his purse was taken. Next, Lew opened up the menus, searching for his Pain Settings. He already had it at a pitiful number but, just to be safe, he lowered it down to a nice 1%. Finally, Lew made his approach once more, interposing himself between the miko and the more enterprising players with his arms and legs spread out. "I am not a violent man, but I feel like you are wasting everyone else's time with your... off-topic questions. Either resolve them now, or deal with me." Lew awaited the first hit. His END was pretty high, and his STR was getting there, but he wasn't sure if these newer players had any high statistics to counter that. Should they attack him, Lew will only allow them to beat him until they tire or he's about an inch from his life. It wasn't like he was at a temple that could heal him or anything, anyway. Lew will also keep in mind not to make any overtly offensive attacks either seeing as he still had an impression to make towards the inhabitants of the temple. He will rely on his high stats to avoid or even muscle through any attacks made at him.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 208/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, that just complicated the simple 1v1, didn't it? Mags didn't exactly say to leave her out of altruism. No, it was her keen, divine intellect about MMO mobs. With no way to generate enmity, the frog would freely go after the most inconvenient target possible for them. Colour her surprised when Raime got pounced on, leaving Mags' fist with a dull ache and her mind utterly embarrassed that the frog boomed her like that. The collision of flesh and bone made Mags realize something. The frog was, likely, heavily speed oriented. Her fist not crumbling into dust the moment the frog struck, at the very least, she wasn't outmatched in strength. Legs were stronger than arms, especially that of a frog. For Mags to take less than 10% of her life in one blow, that meant she had ten more hits. Nine more opportunities for dumb shit. Then Raime, from what Mags could see, got crater'd. That kind of ruined her entire thought process. Maybe it was stronger than her after all. Mags didn't know the full extent of her strength, though. If she was lucky, she could also crater like that. Well, that just meant it wouldn't be easy. She'd have to cut the frog's mobility in some way. A brief thought came over her. Would it work? Maybe, maybe not. It was better than shooting bolts that could be caught and thrown at the useful ranged DPS, at least. She kicked off the ground once more, dashing towards the crater where Raime once stood. She leapt after the frog with two fists leading the way. This time, however, she wasn't aiming to strike the frog. No, she intended to grapple it back to the ground and keep it there. Then, with every ounce of strength she could muster, break its leg. After all, she was a brawler. Not an honorable martial artist.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:126/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 166/176 --- Everything hurt. He wanted to puke his guts out. The world was blurry. And this incessant ringing in his ears drowned out everything else. Was this what dying felt like? Huh. Raime couldn't do anything but writhe and bleed on the grass whispering a seemingly unending litany of curses both in English and Spanish. To be expected from someone with no prior experience to the pain brought by being ragdolled across the area by an explosion rivaling that of a high explosive howitzer shell. Made even more grueling as he was experiencing ALL of it in his [Zoned In] state. But as his mind was muddled by the amount of suffering he was in, all he managed to do was lift up a hand and flip off the froggy martial artist. "Puta." Before resuming to writhe and bleed some more. Reaching into his pouch he grabs a [White Herb] and proceeds to ingest the thing. Hoping that it would help alleviate the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her tail popped straight from shock as the guard accosted her from beyond her vision, the fur standing up and puffing her tail three times larger. A guard? So suddenly? In this part of the town? At this time and hour? At this very specific time she was pulling on a grate? As her mind went blank in panic, her mouthed opened, spewing out the words before she could think, her expression blank. "I'm just going to get the rat that stole my money." She blinked as she continued. "Can you help me get it back?"</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:238/250 SP: 50/50 "Kurwa mac!" Amulak swore, reeling back in pain as the frogman somehow snatched Klein's bolt out of midair before shoving it through his fucking hand. God damn, even at a much reduced pain threshold, it hurt like a bitch. Fortunately, it didn't knock off too much HP, but his right hand was far less responsive now, and it'd likely inhibit his casting. Good thing he still had a working hand. Still, Amulak mused as he started to fire up a Magic Bolt with his left hand, limb damage actually affecting how his character performed was fantastic tech. From a game design standpoint, he hoped that the main ways of healing it took place outside of combat, in order to give the tactical decision to cripple or maim more weight. From the standpoint of where he was right now, well, he was a tad less enthused. Amulak applied another Mana Control to pump up his Magic Bolt, aiming carefully this time to ensure that the boss was distracted by Mags's assault before firing again.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- "Eeeeeh~?" She looked at the guard incredulously. "There's youkai everywhere and a rat stealing my money is unbelievable!? Ah, I can't believe the guards of this place are so unhelpful!" It was time to double down, and deflect blame onto the guard instead. Ari was not the one at fault for trespassing, it was now their fault for not helping her. Whether it worked or not was up in the air, but she was piling lies after lies, so there should be a foundation of which she can fall back to when found like this. After all, if word reaches the group of whose lair she was trying to enter, they would inevitable clam up. "And to call me a kid! Hmph! I get it, I'll go. Bet you'd sneak in and catch the rat to keep my money for yourself once I'm far away too." Ari's heart was beating faster. Was it fear from being found out or having her plan backfire somehow? Or was it from the sheer thrill of her 'stealth' gameplay. She did not know, but it was quite an exhilarating feeling. If there was a sewer system, then there would be another mean of entrance. Surely there can't be only one way to enter the system. She had wanted to go through the grate because it was the fastest route in, but now that she was discovered, a manhole somewhere would be her best bet. Turning around, she walked away as if to take his advice, eyeing the guard as she made her way out of his sight to begin another search.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 110/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 90/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ The look in the frogman's eyes... was it the spirit of a true martial artist? The kind of feeling you could only get a glimpse of in watching two combatants fight, and only fully experience when you were one of those combatants. That look melted away the ice faster than Ames herself ever could, but she was still nervous as a level one noob facing down a gigantic opponent. Thankfully, Magpie in all her malicious glory stole those eyes away from Ames. The warrior swallowed down a weird, foreign feeling of loss that came from nowhere and rushed forward herself, intent on using the opening. The shock of Amulak's spell and the reach of Klein's spear reached the frog first, but Ames was still pushing forward even while their largest party member was getting his skull cracked. When said party member came hurtling towards her, Ames suddenly came to a stop. I am not about to get bowled over again! she thought. Ames gritted her teeth and skidded to a halt, spreading her arms as wide as possible. She used the built up strength of her power attack to catch Klein. Her arms barely made it around the man, but she stayed upright this time even as the two of them slid back from the sheer momentum of Klein being thrown. Once they came to a stop, Ames deposited the man onto the ground. It was really a shame they didn't have any potions or anything like that, but Klein would have to make due with two quick pats on the shoulder before Ames jumped back into the fray. Mags was making some commotion and Raime was... Raime was...?! "What the hell are you doing?!" Ames balked at the man making himself into a missile. It was certainly an impressive sight, but she couldn't see it working out well for him. Maybe she wouldn't be the first of their party to die after all. Aaah morbid thought. Ames raced after Raime, although the other man's speed was greater than hers. While Raime's aim seemed to be just hitting the frog at full force in any way possible, Ames began charging another [Power Attack]. She expected that the agile frog would just dodge Raime's attack, and at the moment Ames would throw a fist at the creature's weak points - the stomach area, striking an organ would be good. She'd dissected enough frogs in high school to roughly know where they ought to be.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Rather than shocked at the brutal tactic utilized to take out these Immortals, Lew was more impressed than anything. It also helped that his attackers were all animated thanks to his "anime" setting being on. Even then, not much would have shocked him, for he has seen much worse happen in the degeneracy that he normally consumes. All this had shown him was another hidden power of creating barriers in the field in such a matter, which added to his general excitement towards becoming a Kekkaishi. Turning back to the Priestess, he decided to do something less formal as a show of thanks rather than prostrating himself, giving a formal bow instead. "It's quite alright. I only expected such an outcome to occur, as I did do what I did partially to force someone's hand. At the same time, I did wish to, uh... use that beating in order to further my training?" Lew, realizing he's starting to sound weird again, raises himself up and nods in response to her inquiry. "Yes, I do intend to join the faith. Most of my friends are warriors in one way or another, but I am unable to defend them in my current state. I wish to join the temple in order to further my skills in protecting my friends from the monsters roaming the wilds. More specifically, I do wish to begin my training as a... Kekkaishi, was it? It's why I was hoping I would have received a proper beating, as I haven't quite met the threshold yet to reach the class. That said, I'm fine with undertaking whatever occupation you all believe would fit best for me, as I also intend to learn as much as I can from the faith. Please treat me as an empty vessel, willing to be filled with whatever it is you wish to make of me." Lew bowed once more, resisting the urge to apply palm to face once his head was completely down once he realized what he just said.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:226/250 SP: 50/50 Jesus Christ, this thing was mulching them. The sheer amount of shit they were eating from one frogman was starting to get worrying, especially considering the amount of damage a simple throw did to both Mags and Klein. What was even worse was that everyone else was now literally hurling themselves at the boss, preventing him from getting a shot off. Considering that he was fairly sure this game had friendly fire to at least some degree, Amulak refrained from casting immediately, instead prepping his Mana Control as he started flanking the boss, searching for an angle to fire at that wouldn't hit one of his party members with a magic missile. "Very annoying having to make sure I do not hit you! Please consider being more considerate of your ranged DPS in future, yeah?!" Amulak called out towards the rest of the group, firing off his Mana Controlled Magic Bolt at the boss's side.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 180/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough. Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull. She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone. It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 146/176 --- And just like that. It was over. He should have known better. If the frogman could dodge small fast moving projectiles, what chance did he have in landing a hit? But, for what little it mattered, he managed to buy his comrades a little bit more time. He wasn't sure what else happened afterwards. Everything turned white as his body impacted the ground with a dull thud. Raymond would have liked to say that he struggled to keep his consciousness and persistently defied the frogman, but that was contrary to fact. As soon as he hit the ground he was out like a light. His body went deathly still. One could have easily assumed that he had died then and there. But after a few seconds after falling unconscious, the game threw him back into the fray of combat. Drilling his brain with a dizzying amount of pain. Far worse than when he was blow away by the fire punch earlier. He couldn't even scream properly as his injuries left him with his mouth agape. Locked in a soundless scream as a mixture of blood, saliva, mucus filling his nasal passages restricted his vocalizations to gurgles and violent coughing fits where he spat out the vile mixture onto the grass beneath him. With little else to do, he desparately reaches into his pouch to ingest more of the pain killing plant. Even risking an overdose just to stop the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Was there any reason for hesitation? Aside from dropping into a gunk filled sewage river and having her nose shrivel up and fall off her face? Looking around, and noting the direction of where she came from, and the alignment of the drain, Ari used the few feet of rope she had to wedge the monkey's fist into a deformation on the sidewalk. With a confidence reserved only for the foolhardy, she didn't so much jump as turn around and pushed herself out from the edge, using the rope to hopefully swing into the opening.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lady of the Alabaster Scales? Lew stroked his chin as he thought of the ramifications of joining an in-game religion. He didn't think too much of it in the end, however. If this way of life should inhibit his time in the game, the easiest thing to do is to just not play it anymore. That said, there is one thing he needed to know before he joined this group in full... "Lugh Dysphoria." Lew stated his in-game name aloud. "I must ask, though, before we begin... What does the Lady of the Alabaster Scales think about monstrous beings, those both near and far from human?" In any case, Lew awaited the beginning of his training as well as any purchases he needed to make. A staff and possibly some sort of talisman would be ideal, although Lew wondered if talismans worked like ammunition. Would he only be able to buy a few single-use ones, or is it like Raymond's crossbow, capable of being utilized in a generic matter indefinitely?</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:214/250 SP: 50/50 Oh god, oh fuck, Raime just got annihilated. Ames and Klein got practically shoved out of the way, and now the frogman was coming for Amulak- Oh, whew. Another superpower unlocked, and just in time to save his ass. Hopefully, Amulak would get his soon. But for now, he was content simply not getting his shit kicked in by a pissed-off bipedal frog. Really, he couldn't keep getting away with it. Unfortunately, that meant the boss was now making a beeline straight for an already-injured Mags. Still, that gave him an idea. Internally bemoaning his lack of spells and variety at such a low level, Amulak pumped his Magic Bolt with Mana Control yet fucking again, aiming straight for the frogman's back and firing it off. If it got his attention, hopefully it'd result in some sort of aggro ping-pong as people kept continually assaulting the boss from behind from every direction. Or it'd just piss the boss AI off and train all the aggro onto Amulak himself. He didn't know how threat worked yet in this game, after all. But hell, he'd take the risk. Shit wasn't fun without going balls-deep in chances.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her advance was halted suddenly by a tug on her arms, her tail puffing out instantly as she processed what happened. The centipede grabbed her, and was opening its mouth to receive the succulent morsel at the end of its tongue. Perhaps she should have opted for some sort of poison to put on her weapons, now that she was thinking about it. Ari's free hand reached into the belt of throwing daggers, grabbing as much of it as her fingers can hook onto, before throwing the entire bundle in a volley towards the monster's open mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR An explosion of noise. Did the thunder bring combat? In the wake of the boom, Mags almost had to reorient herself. If her strength and constitution were not where they were, she may have been more affected by it. She calmed herself. Was it time to fight? No... It couldn't be... By god. He was dancing too. Screw loot, EXP, and everything else. Now was time to party! She began to dance with even more effort than before. She did the trash compactor with such vigor that one would guess she was using SP. She performed it's a snaps with years of rhythm games behind each snap. The did the speeder with every drop of willpower she could. This was the dance of camaraderie. Mankind prevented WW3 with this dance. Well, maybe. Mags wouldn't put any money on it, but she bet that every diplomat did this dance whenever they entered foreign countries.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with @OwO I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ To be fair, Ames probably should have expected that Mags' plan was walk up and start dancing. That was pretty on brand for her. It wasn't even the first time she'd employed that strategy. What was complete unexpected was the onis' response. What... huh? They liked it?? It was hard to tell just what the monsters thought, but they were definitely breaking out into dance themselves, right? Ames peered out from behind the tree after the shockwave of the onis stomped passed by. She squinted her eyes, taking in the scene. That blue one must be the leader, and... his moves were actually pretty good. Magpie wasn't so bad herself. ...uh, hold on, it looks like she's totally into it, Ames thought while staring a little longer. Was this seriously becoming a dance battle? And if so... Ames was joining in. And she wasn't going to lose. Perhaps Ames' bloodlust eagerness gave her away before she even stepped out from her hiding spot. When she did reveal herself, she made sure it was a slow and deliberate action. It was a signal to the oni that 'hey, I'm not gonna ambush you, I'm with the other human.' The redhead considered showing off her true power right then and there, but that's not how team competitions worked. While Mags had the floor, Ames would be more like a back-up dancer, a hype man, supporting the brawler. The bells tied to Ames' ankles chimed with even small movements and provided a rough metronome, given that there wasn't much noise in the area besides the wails of unfortunate souls and the slap of the oni's flesh as he undulated.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:900/900 MP:1054/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Oh. Oh, man. Some horrific-looking centipede horror monster? This was some Sekiro 3 tier bullshit. That particular sequel had been absolute garbage, but the industry hadn't been the same for a while after the horrific bombing of Cyberpunk 2077's release in 2022 after a ridiculous number of delays. Someone into more degenerate hentai than he was would probably find the sight of a disgusting centipede monster pulling a catgirl towards it with its tongue to be hot, but Stanislas was pretty sure no one in the party was that much of a freak. Probably. Still, if it was fixated on Ari, so much the better for the actual heavy-hitters to remain somewhat unscathed while they piled as much damage onto it as possible. Poor Raime, just eating shit repeatedly for happening to be in between the centipede and Ari. Amulak took advantage of the monster's target fixation to conjure up another Mana Control boosted Spell Spear, this time, carefully aiming for the centipede's head while it was stretching its tongue out to pull Ari in. With any luck, his conjured spear would lance straight through the centipede woman's skull. Shit in this game had logical weakpoints, right? With all of the other touches centered around realism in Cacophony Concord, it'd be ridiculous if the one thing this game didn't have was headshots increasing damage.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Holy shit. Dance really was the universal language. Magpie had originally intended to just dance for shits and giggles to start off a fight, but she managed to avoid one all together. In fact, the leader of the Oni seemed to be rewarding her for her efforts with a rib from the electrobear. It was actually pretty nice to see. Coming from traditional MMOs, Mags felt as though mobs were generally walking EXP containers. A macguffin for characters to murder to complete quests and get levels from. Sure, she technically committed a genocide against kappas a day or so earlier, but the kappas would attack her first. For the most part. Having a mob be diffused by a willingness to have fun was a breath of fresh air. She took her rib from the oni and savoured it. Even if it would taste weirdly fishy or gross, it was a gift from the blue Oni. If it killed her or it inflicted negative status effects, she'd still eat it. Parasites be damned! She'd also keep the bone as a memento. Also an improvised weapon. Unfortunately, she didn't really have much to give back as a gift. Ames might have. She'd keep the oni in mind in case she went for another grinding session. Maybe she'd get some good city booze to give them if she could encounter them again. Man, Thunderstruck Grove was easy to deal with--only a moron would struggle going through this area, she thought to herself. Karma be damned, she was going to stick with this thought.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with @OwO I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Was there a spike of fear in Ames when the other two oni stood and handed off a club to their leader? Yes, definitely, but the warrior didn't let it trip up her dancing. In fact she put even more effort into her moves once the club came down onto the earth and beat out a rhythm. This was... so fun! A huge smile broke out onto Ames' face, and though she didn't shout out or anything (too focused on her footwork), internally she was even cheering the demon brothers on. Eventually fatigue worn on both parties, and once the onis called it quits Ames let out a heavy sigh and swiftly removed the cloak she'd bought earlier, pulling on the neck of her clothes in a meager attempt to get some air flow. "Phew," she breathed. Ames grinned at Mags and elbowed the girl. "Nice moves. Those guys were pretty awesome too, I was surprised!" Suddenly a meaty bone was being shoved in her direction, and Ames took it without thinking. Once the blue oni backed off, seeming pleased, Ames looked down at what was in her hands. A rib from that bear... with raw meat on it. With the way her perception worked in the game, it actually looked pretty good. If she had the realism setting on, she'd surely be more disgusted by it. "Ehm, thanks," she told the blue oni. Did this mean they were all friends now? Did the demons even have the mental capacity to feign friendship, then turn around and backstab them? Ames doubted it, they seemed the more straight forward types... Aw man, if we're friendly I'm gonna feel weird taking something for free. While Mags went to town eating the meat, Ames nibbled at it, thinking. A metaphorical lightbulb appeared over her head after a moment and she rummaged around her her item pouch, pulling the halberd from it. "Is this okay?" he offered the weapon to the three oni, the handle side pointing towards them. It wasn't really an impressive weapon or anything, but it was a gift for a gift. Ames brought the meat back up to her mouth and was about to take a larger bite when she thought, I should probably ask someone if this is actually safe.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:887/900 MP:958/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage lv.39 Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Ow. Catgirl thrown straight into him. Well. Not really ow. More like a light impact. Scratch damage, if that. Though a quick check of the party's HP bars showed that the impact against him had damn near killed Ari outright, taking over half her health. Well, shit. She only had two HP. Wait, she only had two HP. That counted as minimal damage were he to deal the last two, right? He couldn't enable friendly fire in combat, but afterwards...well, maybe. The others would probably get pissed, even though at this rate, Ari would get herself killed no matter what. Though killing this centipede would almost definitely give her enough experience to level to a point where he couldn't pull this shit, so really, this entire train of thought was an exercise in futility. On the bright side, now that the centipede was paralyzed, Lew and Raime looked like they were going to town on the motherfucker. Time to contribute. He'd burned nearly 200 MP by now, and while that wasn't even a fifth of his mana pool, that was still a lot for just one monster. Better to start easing up and save some juice for later. With that in mind, Amulak whipped up a Magic Bolt and souped it up with Mana Control before letting the now old standby fly at the monster. "Making twenty year old reference not clever, Lew! Reference humor not funny!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with [@OwO] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ They liked it! Ames was close to giggling, watching the onis compete over the weapon she'd handed over. It was good that they were satisfied with it, and hopefully she could get away with not eating a ton of the bear meat now. After a brief message to the rest of the party, Raime advised her not to eat meat raw. It was too late for Mags but whatever. Ames didn't want to get sick in a freaking videogame. Her safety nibbles told her all she needed to know about the meat anyway: it was super fizzy and weird tasting. Soon after the oni decided on which would take the halberd, they sliced up the meat and departed. Their leader seemed to be indicating for the two humans to follow them. Ames looked over at Magpie. "We're gonna follow them, right?" she asked, already expecting that Mags would be down down for that. The demons were surprisingly nice, and judging from the wounds on their body - now healed - they were tough too. The screams of other Immortals sometimes echoed in the grove still, and a few of the comments from the rest of their separated party made it seem like the area was beyond dangerous... but that hadn't been her and Mags' experience so far. Sticking with the oni was probably a safe choice, as backward as that seemed. So Ames picked up one of the hunks of meat, tossing the other to Magpie as she followed along after their much larger companions. There was no way she'd abandon a new, exotic friendship so quickly after all. "I wonder if there's a language learning shortcut in the game, or you just have to do it the hard way," the warrior mused conversationally.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(7/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She was already deep in it now. Her attacks just bounced off the armor, probably due to her low strength and relatively low weight of the iron chains. But there was no time to think, not when that thing far outstrips her in speed. Ari did not retract the chain as it bounced off, instead letting its momentum carry it upwards, wrapping around the branches above her. Following the movement of the chains, she pulled herself upwards as she unfurled its full length, dislodging it from the branches and spinning rapidly as she fell down, smashing the centipede with the combined strengths of her own spinning, gravity and speed.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:887/900 MP:1046/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Alright, this was starting to get slightly ridiculous. At the rate they were pouring damage into this monster, it should've been dead by now. That, and the amount of damage Lugh was taking was starting to pile up far too much. Screw it, then. No more half measures. Hopefully, this was on the upper end of what Thunderstruck Grove had to offer, because they were utterly boned if this was average for the zone. Amulak manuevered himself to have a clear shot of the crack he and Lugh had made in the centipede's armor, already starting to cast. A fully-juiced, Mana Controlled Spell Spear came surging through the air, aiming to pierce straight into the hole in the centipede monster's side. "You doing very good, Lugh! Just keep getting shit kicked in while we finish monster off!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- Raime only gave the obvious trap a deadpan look. Among the countless undead, abominations, bandits, and other nasty things that lurked in the mist. There was no possible way for an infant to be left alone in a place like Thunderstruck Grove and expect it to live longer than a minute; what more a whole day? "I think our little hunt for players at low health is a bust." He knew what had to be done. Raime was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be able to play longer but he did make a deal with the caster. No kids dead as long as he provides him a person to kill. He knew that thing wasn't even a kid but, if he didn't do this, his companion might be unable to hold off his urge to murder the 'helpless' child and likely cause both their deaths. Raime would rather only one of them die in this fool's errand of fulfilling class requirements. Swallowing his pride, he turned to face the caster. "The chances of our survival are absurdly low. Even less if we fall for that trap over there." He uses his head to gesture to the not baby. "How about we call it quits on finding low health players or bandits and I just let you kill me? I promised you a corpse. Well, here is the opportunity." He says before going to a seiza. "So how we gonna do this? You gonna strangle me or maybe you break my neck?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) -Taking Ranger Class- HP – 2(3/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Scratching her head, she looked glumly at the list of jobs on the stone. Ari didn't really want to get one that she didn't feel like playing, but apparently she was supposed to have one. "Ah this ranger thing has stealth in it huh? I'll pick that one then." Looking past the list, it was also stated to have traps in it. A good start she suppose. Ninja was supposed to be stealthy, strong, fast and able to make their own gears. For now, she would have to see what she can do first. Traps would really help a lot. Getting stronger would be great, as well as gathering some poison now that she had a taste of the stronger creatures to be found. She read somewhere that very brightly colored creatures were the ones to look for for poison. All these knives would be great poisoned. As well as her twin kodachi. Twin kodachi? "Oh, that's right. Lew? What happened to my other sword?"</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:815/900 MP:1000/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level. "Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players. "I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?" What came after, though... It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere. "Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision. "I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- Raymond managed to arrive at the train station in just under ten minutes, a new personal record if he bothered to record it, but irrelevant to the task at hand. Though, he was quite glad that it was off-season and the station hadn't as many tourists or visitors arriving or leaving the town. Made maneuvering through the alleys and sidestreets far easier and there were fewer people that would have known his screw-up. It didn't take an expert psychologist to know that Raymond was nervous about seeing his significant other that he accidentally wronged, but he was determined to make things right...or at least as of right as an apology, flowers, and sweets could. Hopefully, that would be enough. He really didn't want to do the puppy eyes in public. But, if worse comes to worst, he wouldn't hold back. He knew that Charlie couldn't stay mad at him while making a fool of himself. It was a tried and tested maneuver whenever she was sad or upset...but what if doesn't work this time around? A dozen 'what if' questions popped up inside his head. He began thinking about it in a similar manner to a logistical problem in the kitchen. Attempting to find efficient workarounds and making the best of a situation. In the process, he hadn't realized that he had stopped in his tracks while making his way through the station to the waiting area. His mind working hard in its attempts to produce a proper course of action if the whole 'act like a dumbass' didn't do the job well enough. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the passerbys, giving the man looks. Varying from looks of open confusion to slightly amused ones. That is until a flick to the forehead brought Raymond back to reality. There stood before him was none other than Charlotte with a bemused smirk on her face. His mind went blank as he didn't account for her interacting with him first. "Uhh...I-I got you some stuff." He says as he holds up the peace offerings. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, fuck it. If the dude was gonna be a dick about things, Mags would just not care about forfeiting her life to possible PK. If it was some sort of tabletop RPG, she'd have to roll some substat or something for being intimidated. This wasn't a tabletop RPG. This was another person trying to intimidate another person in a world where pain was dulled for all except morons and death just meant you lost some time. Even if she was technically a noob by the standards of everyone else, she still had her ego. She wasn't about to let some random walk all over her. "Yea, like I said, we meandered in." Mags said, still technically being right about it. "Don't know where they are. Maybe we're just too much of fuckin' noobs to see them." A steep bitterness came out with the delivery. Still, she was telling the truth. Mags wasn't actually following where they went. She was too busy relishing in how fucking cool Rashasta was. "Try being less of an ass? Probably help you find what you're looking for." Again, a third truth. If shit went south, Mags would die as she lived: being a gremlin.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:865/950 MP:1075/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 800 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 53 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Ah, yes. Patches. Real trustworthy name. Thankfully, they couldn't exactly kill each other while in the same party, and dropping party immediately would at least tip Amulak off and give him enough time to react. Though currently, that point was moot. Trash mobs. Great. Literally only a hundred meters to the exit, and they get stuck with a massive wave of these fucks. Even with AoE spells, there were so many that he doubted either he or Patches had enough juice to take them all out in a stand-up fight. Of course, the passage ahead being sealed now seriously didn't help. ...Fuck it. They were steps away from the goal. And it didn't matter what condition they made it in, so long as they got there. Amulak grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on Raime's corpse with one hand while raising his staff in the other. "Very close to end. Get cocksucker ghosts off us, clear blockade after. We go big dick, yes? I gather them up. You knock them down." He said, conjuring a Magical Mine at the base of the rubble blocking the way before starting a ten-word chant as he prepared an Arcane Vortex. A Mana Control boosted the magical storm as he aimed it at the center of the largest concentration of mobs he saw. Of course, he had a Plan B, but hopefully he wouldn't need to enact it. Hopefully.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(13/50) MP – 5(10/50) SP – 10(80/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt.Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end.Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Almost as soon as Lugh went down, Ari turned tails immediately. She had neither skill, technique, nor strength to take them now currently, and she had no interest in going to the void again. Well she got further than she did last time, so that was something to be excited about. Perhaps she could take all the bronze stuff later on too. But where did she have to run to? Going back into where they came from would probably just drown her again, so the only other obvious choice was.... The palace, far from this area. Perhaps she can find somewhere to hide first too or get into it somehow, if the door was locked or barred. Going to try the door first to be safe; she had read far too much stuff where the door wasn't even locked as the protag tried to puzzle their way around it.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR When picked up, Mags didn't move. Well, she did. Her entire body was lifted by her collar. However, Mags didn't even make an attempt at resisting it. Instead, she locked up her body with her arms crossed. She mimicked an unanimated model as she was held and threatened. She didn't really react to him besides giving him some narrowed disinterest. If she got pasted on a ceiling, she'd just play another game or some shit. She was dropped to the ground no worse for wear, still refusing to move her body in any meaningful way. But twenty hours? Just twenty grinding mobs? And he was this salty? What kind of gamers were these? "Did he just sniff your mouth?" She asked Ames in an aside. Gross. Who did that? Even if it was a virtual game, that was pretty much on par with "/em sniffs your hair." Man, who were these digital weirdos, Mags thought to herself as she called the kettle black. Still, at least the shapeshifter and tattooed woman seemed to be nice people. "Well, good luck with your daycare service. God knows you'll need it." She told him. Mags didn't really care about asking to join them in hunting down oni. Not out of reverence from beer guts and beefy arms, though. More that she just didn't feel like associating people who got salted after only 20 hours of grinding. That was baby shit.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:865/950 MP:860/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 800 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 53 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common God damn, but there were just too many. He hadn't cast Arcane Vortex that many times during his previous grind, but from what experience he did have with it, it had never been this utterly clogged with bodies before. There were clearly more than either he or Patches had thought. On one hand, they'd probably come out with a metric ton of experience points from this fight. On the other hand, at the rate this was going, they might actually just be swarmed in bodies and taken down despite the amount of AoE they were packing. And to make matters worse, five of the bastards had actually managed to juke Patches and come for both Amulak and Patches's body. Well, shit. At least he had an answer for this. A crappy and wasteful one, but at this range, he didn't have the time to chant ten words for an Arcane Vortex. Six words later, five Seeker Chains shot out from Amulak's staff, three binding around the ghosts that were rushing the mage himself while the other two aimed to lock down the ones going for the fresh body. "Ghosts are slipping through, trusty Patches!" Amulak yelled over the commotion of the battle, hoping his Arcane Vortex would hold long enough for him to start casting another one. "I do not have enough juice to both AoE and lock down stragglers! Now would be very good time to cleave harder!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 156 (130) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% STA/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Now back in the Thunderstruck Grove, Mags--alongside a light party this time around--managed to find herself in a familiar scene. Momentarily hidden from a pack of oni who had completed a hunt. Instantly, she began to whisper orders to the others. Not out of leadership, however. More out of a general malice towards the concept of organization. "Klein," she began as she turned to him, "86 on my lead and pop 'em." She turned to the remaining two IRL-men in the party."Raime, approach and take the juicers. Amulak, don't let Raime take the juicers." Finally, she turned to Ames: "After all we've been though, am I really going to attack these oni?" Before Ames (or any of the party, really) could respond, Mags was already charging the oni by herself. She had a basic idea in her mind of the impending fight. She'd punch the shit out of one of them. That was her true master plan. Choosing the closest one, Mags went for a flurry of blows. Well, it was the Power Hour and she unloaded every bit of her SP into the attack. Every single ounce. All 100% for 20 punches. She could probably generate enough SP afterwards so it wasn't a horrible idea. Probably.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 682/682 --- Raime was a little disheartened by how few supplies he was able to purchase. At least the apothecary was kind enough to explain that the herbs he had harvested were pretty common and didn't fetch a high price. Regardless, his pocket was considerably lighter now and he had fourteen vials of instant-healing juice. Now he can finally actually play the role of support aside from being the ranged physical DPS. Good thing too, as the rest didn't need to shop for supplies as he did and were ready to go back to the grove. Admittedly, navigating the area the second time was less difficult than that of yesterday's journey. They even managed to spot five pale heavily damaged onis distracted by their gorging on the animal carcass. Mags whispered orders and bolted off without a second notice. "...just call me out if you need quick healing." The scout said to the rest of the party before following their foolhardy leader headlong into the fight. Engaging the oni and activating [Zoned In], the scout turned human rocket took advantage of the surprise attack and slowed perception of time by taking potshots at the unsuspecting five's knee joints with his newly acquired bow, aiming to harm and disable their movements to further give the melee-oriented characters advantage. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 30 + 10% = 682 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 10% + 20% = 84 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 14 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 ---</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1000/1000 MP:1440/1440 SP: 216/216 HP – 850 (+150) MP – 1150 (+50) SP – 180 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 60 END – 55 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon As much as Amulak would have liked to test out his new Nuclei, he'd sort of forgotten to bring it up with the rest of his friends. Considering Weishaupt needed a "willing" host, he would've had to explain the creepy burrowing centipede first and that it needed to go inside them for full effect. An awkward conversation that'd be best put off for when they weren't in the field. Mags whispered orders to them, but considering the contradictory nature of what she'd said to both him and Raime, he was just going to blow it off as a joke and do his own thing. Five more levels to go until he could start pumping Necromancer. Oh, was he motivated to waste these Oni. It was in the interest of convenience that he decided to just go apeshit with the AoE spells from the start. Screw it. He had more MP than ever, and enough regen to sustain it for a while. "Give me XP stupid fucks I want to summon skeletons," Amulak chanted ten words, conjuring a Mana Boosted Arcane Vortex smack dab in the middle of the crowd of five Oni. (-120 MP)</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 274/610 - MP: 610/610 - SP: 610/610 _________________ [] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 42 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 1 Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3 Attributes: HP – 42 (610) MP – 61 (610) SP – 58 (610) STR – 50 (65) AGI – 50 (55) END – 47 (57) DEX – 50 (60) LUC – 50 (58) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 13883 Rishi, 5 Silver, 24 Bronze Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Wig of Thorns * Half-Helm of the Vanquished Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Before the impact, Ames landed with her feet firmly planted, dispersing dust and loose earth from the ground. She still had her shield held tight in her grip, still brought up in front of her as if she expected a follow up blow. She peeked out from above the buckler, glaring at the monster. These worm-infested things were tough, and the nature of their existence was downright chilling, but more than anything right now they were annoyingly difficult to deal with. She'd hoped that the flames of her weapon would be able to dispatch them quick enough, but they moved so quickly, like they were still alive. Plus, after seeing the fire and getting over their initial hesitance, the creatures endured it's burn. Was this the power of thousands of little brains working together? Maybe it would be interesting to someone else, but to Ames it was just revolting. The oni turned away once Raime kept his promise and drew it's attention, and so Ames moved. Her eyes flitted to a space on the ground a little farther away where her only weapon was lying, the flames that wreathed it flickering and already dying out. Well, crap. There goes one advantage. Still she run towards it, stumbling when the third oni finally reconnected with the earth with explosive force. She turned towards the impact site, shielding her eyes from loose chunks of debris that managed to reach her. After a few seconds of staring Ames redoubled her efforts, scrambling to her sword and snatching it up in her hand. She saw Raime disengage, grateful that he left her a little covering fire as he ran towards where Amulak and Klein... well, hopefully they weren't dead. If they weren't they'd definitely need the help. Re-equipped, Ames stood and parepared to lash out at the oni. It was wounded and distracted, and she hoped she could finish it off even without the benefit of a flaming weapon. She had to be fast or it would just block her again. Her Combat Stance shifted, increasing her DEX. The fastest way to kill it... even if it was controlled by worms, would decapitation work? It had worked for Mags hadn't it? Ames flicked the blade up, seeking the monster's neck.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 76/506 SP: 153/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 202 (130) + 45 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, she managed to get away from the oni. Turns out, they weren't quite as fast on their stumps as they were as their legs. She managed to make enough space to live, at least. Her health was low enough that making any sort of risky play was dangerous. It didn't help that the worms inhabited corpses. Having a possessed corpse Mags running down the rest of her allies was unlikely to help anything, so a suicide play was less apropos. That was, however, if her corpse lingered instead of being digitized. It wasn't exactly something she was willing to test right now. So instead of ruining another tool, she just picked up some rocks to hork at the spin kicking oni. She wasn't going to lose her pickaxe. Not yet, anyways. She would hold a funeral for her shovel at some point.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:414/1000 MP:999/1440 SP: 216/216 HP – 850 (+150) MP – 1150 (+50) SP – 180 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 60 END – 55 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon He'd realized he was fucked from the moment he'd felt something on his ankle. Careening face first into the ground just confirmed it. He was about to eat complete shit. And as the meteor impacted, that turned out to be completely true. Pain. Despite having his pain threshold settings turned down, the impact still hurt like hell. Seeing the damage done to his health bar was thankfully not as bad. All that, and it had only taken out half his HP? Fuck it. He still had enough to keep going for now. Of course, that didn't change the fact that his legs were trapped under rubble. Crap. And to make things worse, the mines weren't armed yet. The oni was right on top of them, presumably looking for him, but clearly hadn't found anything yet. Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation. Amulak went limp, playing dead. Three seconds until the mines went off. Even if the oni saw him, it'd still need to take time to wonder if he was out of the fight, and that'd hopefully be enough for his spell to detonate.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(50/50) MP – 5(50/50) SP – 10(100/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 78750 R,Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end, 30m hemp rope, 4 pronged hook, Waterproof lantern, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Bortz could take it if the oni blasted his back, right? He seemed strong enough, and Ari doubted the bear would be as severely affected as she would be if the oni blasted them instead of Ari. But to run, or attack the charging up oni to prevent it from blasting either? "Bortz, I'm leaping off you!" That wasn't the only choice presented to her, and certainly not the first course of action she thought of. Giving a small hop to firmly plant her feet onto Bortz back, with a hand grabbing onto his shoulders and another around the turtle shield, she leapt off of him instead, shield now presented forwards as the Maneater curved towards the first oni's eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 42 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Even with the rough tumbling onto Amulak and Klein, Mags didn't really apologize for anything as she got up. Really, if Klein didn't want to be thrown, he wouldn't have fallen into Mags. If Amulak didn't want to have Klein thrown into him, he shouldn't of stood in the way. With a sweaty huff, she looked around her new surroundings. Magma, eggs pods, and heat. That's what there was. "We're in a brood pit." She said as she approached one of the eggs. What did this all remind her of... It reminded her of something but she could barely place it. It was some old movie she watched years ago with her dad. As Ames poked around at one and became panicked over what was inside, Mags took Raime's advice to heart and did the exact opposite. She remembered the film like a bolt of lightning. With a quick spin, she turned to the rest of the group with her hands on her face. Mimicking a spider-like creature, her palms blocked her mouth while her fingers gripped the sides of her face and thumbs mimicked a tail. Jokingly muffled yelps of fright came out of her as she fought with this self-made parasitoid threat.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common The climb down was about as treacherous as the climb back up would be a complete bitch. Amulak inched down as slowly and carefully as he could, trying as hard he could not to fall. And then Klein cocked it all up. "Aw, fu-" Was all Amulak could get out before Klein crashed into him, sending them both tumbling down the tunnel. If the scrapes and stumbles weren't enough, the fact that both Klein and Mags somehow managed to land on top of him was the icing on the shit cake. Regardless, after everyone had recovered, they'd moved on into the cavern proper. What Amulak saw before them wasn't encouraging. For their well-being, at least. In terms of finding Lew and the lamias, it was very encouraging. "Mags is correct. This place look like shit pit. Snake girls have probably killed Lew by now, yes? Considering it looks like they store young here, very likely to be very territorial. We are probably fucked in ass if they find us down here." Another glance over at Magpie had him snorting. That did remind him of...uh...shit. That one American movie with the aliens. Whatever it was. Still, it was funny. "Could do that for real for you with Weisshaupt, if you want."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710 _________________ [] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 0 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ "Stop joking around or we'll end up just like him, I don't wanna get eaten by a snake," Ames harshly whispered. She was still on edge while everyone but Raime goofed off. She didn't even know what Mags was getting at, probably some extremely dated reference to something. Staring at the egg, she could see something continue to poke out from the inside. She shuddered. Weird little snake monster... at least, she didn't think it could be anything but a weird little snake monster. The longer Ames looked at it pushing against the soft shell, the more nervous she got about being discovered there when the parents got back. She was made thoroughly uncomfortable by all the party's comments. At the suggestion of leaving, she nodded her head and starting backing up the way they came. "Yeah, let's try another cavern... if those eggs hatch and they start calling for their moms..." Ames didn't finish her comment. Snakes she could handle, snake monsters probably, but for some reason the thought of slimy little baby snakes shook her up. What if the mother lamias would catch them and feed them to the babies once they hatched? What if the babies didn't have control of their venom and they could just soak them all in agonizing poison? All unpleasant options that filtered into her thoughts as she glanced back at the steep tunnel. "I feel like I might be able to get back up with the sandals I bought, but what about you guys? Think there's a different way?"</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 42 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, her joke got an appropriate level of response. On the topic of escape, Mags gave a good nod. As much as she was curious on what would happen, she didn't really want to be boiled alive. Her health pool was already pretty low from her bad decisions. "This looks like a job for me." Using her brutish strength and her pickaxe, she began to cut footholds into the steep drop down. Really, it was just like climbing a mountain. Not that Mags had ever done that, so her attempts were pretty clumsy. Kind of like an ape bashing a spike into a wall. She was born and raised in flat land, after all. After she managed to raise herself a foot off the ground, she dropped back down to the ground. "I could try to throw some of you guys up." Truly, she was the genius of a generation.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Well, shit. Yeah, forget this. Lew probably got his dumb ass killed trying to get snake girl coochie down here. There was no point in the entire rest of the group eating a 24 hour respawn timer via volcanic eruption to look for the guy. "Very much agree with us fucking off out of here. Would be funny story to tell Lew we had total party wipe looking for him, but respawn timer sucks." Amulak nodded his agreement to the others, wincing as he beheld the long, arduous climb back up. Mags's idea was ass-brained, honestly. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. Instead, Amulak saved his energy for starting to try to climb back up as best he could. It really was a shame the mage spell list had absolutely nothing useful for this situation. "Climb, fuckers!" He yelled back towards the others as he started making the ascent. "I do not want to find out what eruption feels like! We yell at Lew when we get out!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 661/661 \| MP: 567/567 \| SP: 630/630 --- "It's not just me and Amulak. The others are waiting nearby. I'll go message them that you're ok and you want us to meet some folks you met." Raime says in a calmer tone than before going to party chat to see Ames' message. Turning back to face the katana wielding man, Raime asks about the missing children and the lamias that took them. Lugh has been in the Blasphemed Tunnels for so long he didn't even know that a war was about to happen in Nyu-Taro. Chances are that he'd know a thing about the disappearances and the snake reptoid people responsible for the abductions. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance irl. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 420 + 20 + 30 + 30% = [661] [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 420 + 5% + 30% = 567 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 420 + 30 + 10% + 30% = 630 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 60 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 3 + 10% = 75 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 30 + 5 = 35 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 2 + 5% = 65 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 16 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.40 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 5% SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. * [Quickstep] – Active skill. 5% SP cost. Leap in any direction at speeds equal to [AGI + SP consumed], ignoring prior momentum. Contact with a surface is required. * [Detect] - Active Skill. 20% SP cost. Sharpen all five senses to detect the presence of hidden enemies or traps in the area around you. Range and effectiveness increases with SP consumed. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Fishscale Vest UC * +30 HP * +3 AGI * +2 DEX * +10% Movement Speed in water Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC =[UNUSABLE]= * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Adventurer's Sword C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Wriggling Omamori C * +20 HP * +5 END Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: [Jewel of the Valiant, Claiomh Solais] Type Arms, First Stage +30% HP, +30% MP, +30% SP A black-crusted armor that covers the left arm, inscribed with large runic symbols. Upon activation of the Nuclei's skills, the runes, as well as the volcano-esque cracks within the armor, fill with a brilliant white light, while the hand transforms into a cannon. God-Searing Light [Active.] Enter Charging Stance, transforming armor into arm cannon. In this stance, consume any amount of HP, MP, and SP equally. Once charging is complete, incant the skill's name to fire a beam that deals undefendable damage proportionate to the amount of HP, MP, and SP consumed to the first enemy it strikes. This beam moves at the speed of light. Traveling a maximum of 5000 meters and has a diameter of 10 centimeters. The beam ignores all normal physical and arcane obstructions. Once used, this skill goes on cooldown for one hour. Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 07/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 2 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 * Traveller's Clothes (Gray) x 1 * Wargtooth Dagger C 1 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 48 HP: 199/506 SP: 337/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR "Yea, we can meet up with them." Mags said with a shrug. "We're already wasting time doing nothing." Thus began Mags' ape-ish stealth movements across the ruins. Her movements were... a bit extra. Rather than simply sneaking across the dilapidated stones and overgrown roots, she moved with the intent of a chubby elementary schooler who was addicted to stealth action games. She rolled between rocks, leapt between cover, and crawled on the ground like some sort of snake. Really, she could have just walked the entire way. Moving like a normal person was generally stealthy enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:653/1030 MP:1401/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Amulak just sighed again, his level of mald decreasing ever so slowly. On the bright side, at least there wasn't anything seriously wrong with his good buddy. On the still fucking annoying side... "Lew, the last time we see you, you throw huge bitchfit and cut all contact. No shit we were somewhat concerned." The necromancer groused, shaking his head. "In any case, you good now? Looks like you calm. If yes, sure, I'm good to do quest. Finally, can get some xp out of this shitshow of session." He swapped to party chat, reading it over briefly before chiming in with a message of his own. [Amulak]: the fucker's fine [Amulak]: I dunno whether to be saltier at the NPC for sending us on a literal nothingburger quest or at Lew for being like this in the first place [Amulak]: the last time we spoke to this clown he raged out for a minute about something none of us knew anything about and went dark [Amulak]: fuck me</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 661/661 \| MP: 567/567 \| SP: 630/630 --- "Apologies, it was not my intention to confuse." Raime said with a practiced smile. The very same kind of smile to fool any out-of-town folk for a sincere one. He'd have to play along with the lamias...for now. While they held the advantage of having the children hidden away somewhere, they were in no position to attack. Though the idea of cooperating with some of the Grove's unholy denizens instead of stopping whatever nefarious plan just reeked of treachery. He can already imagine the reptoid in the black kimono say something along the lines of 'You puppets have outlived your usefulness.' and attacking the party when they were at their weakest after killing the goat men. But he had little choice on the matter. "Our party can certainly try, but I do believe we have yet to discuss the matter of incentive. Specifically for the risk and effort needed for the task." If they were going to help these evil serpentine reptoid bastards in gaining more land, they'd damn well better be compensated for it. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance irl. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 420 + 20 + 30 + 30% = [661] [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 420 + 5% + 30% = 567 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 420 + 30 + 10% + 30% = 630 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 60 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 3 + 10% = 75 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 30 + 5 = 35 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 2 + 5% = 65 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 16 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.40 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 5% SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. * [Quickstep] – Active skill. 5% SP cost. Leap in any direction at speeds equal to [AGI + SP consumed], ignoring prior momentum. Contact with a surface is required. * [Detect] - Active Skill. 20% SP cost. Sharpen all five senses to detect the presence of hidden enemies or traps in the area around you. Range and effectiveness increases with SP consumed. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Fishscale Vest UC * +30 HP * +3 AGI * +2 DEX * +10% Movement Speed in water Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC =[UNUSABLE]= * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Adventurer's Sword C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Wriggling Omamori C * +20 HP * +5 END Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: [Jewel of the Valiant, Claiomh Solais] Type Arms, First Stage +30% HP, +30% MP, +30% SP A black-crusted armor that covers the left arm, inscribed with large runic symbols. Upon activation of the Nuclei's skills, the runes, as well as the volcano-esque cracks within the armor, fill with a brilliant white light, while the hand transforms into a cannon. God-Searing Light [Active.] Enter Charging Stance, transforming armor into arm cannon. In this stance, consume any amount of HP, MP, and SP equally. Once charging is complete, incant the skill's name to fire a beam that deals undefendable damage proportionate to the amount of HP, MP, and SP consumed to the first enemy it strikes. This beam moves at the speed of light. Traveling a maximum of 5000 meters and has a diameter of 10 centimeters. The beam ignores all normal physical and arcane obstructions. Once used, this skill goes on cooldown for one hour. Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 07/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 2 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 * Traveller's Clothes (Gray) x 1 * Wargtooth Dagger C 1 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 48 HP: 199/506 SP: 337/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Oni? These lamia hated oni? That was news to her. The ones she met on the surface weren't that bad. Sure, they had a little tub going on and they smoked some horrible things, but they were pretty reasonable people all things considered. Though, like the snake woman implied, there could have been some other bad groups. Maybe it was just the ones underground that had the evil imbred into them. Maybe it was a misunderstanding from hundreds of years ago. Or it could have been something else. It could have been good old fashioned racism. Actually, was it racism? Mags hated shrimp. If there was some hyper evolved, intelligent shrimp people, she'd probably hate them too. That was food for her bizarre, deranged thoughts. She turned to Ames again. "What do you think about doing this, oh mighty Zoltar?" Mags was mostly on team booba already. She also lacked a moral compass when it came to 1s and 0s, so she'd swing either way.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:653/1030 MP:1426/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Annnnnd there it was. Lew befriended snake anthro NPCs. Of course. Didn't explain why he was being so weird about it, but Stanislaw assumed the fucker was just larping really hard. Or, well, since they were in-game, just RPing. Raime's chat provided an alternate explanation. Sure, Lew/Lugh could be brainwashed. It was certainly a possibility. But in his own mind, it was equally as likely the dramatic little clown was just putting on a show. Ugh. The whole matter with the adult tracks didn't help, either. Unbeknowst to Amulak, his thoughts mirrored Klein's. What the fuck were they still doing here? They had xp and loot to grind for, damn it. "Incentive is sounding good, yes." Juxtaposed with the fact that he was entirely capable of using perfect English in text, it was looking more and more likely that Amulak's heavy dialect and diction was put upon purely for shits and giggles. "We risk own behinds for your benefit, is only fair we receive some kind of commensurate reward, yes? No one in world ever do something for free, unless it for family."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 3060/3060 --- To be honest, the Mora-Sho was one of Leif's least favorite factions. They were the underdogs of the war, weak and crippled with low expectations of winning. Their lore was also edgy as fuck, seeing as they were corpsefuckers and all that. Probably smell, too, not that Leif had any right to complain about it since he smelled like wet dog most of the time. As far as Leif was concerned, he was more interested joining one of the more popular factions, one where he would get recognition from all. Still, seeing that the small majority of the group leaned towards working for the Mora-Sho, Leif decided to hop on the bandwagon at least for now. A few of his friends were excited about the faction, and it wasn't his place to tell them their choice was wrong or anything. Leif was a bit worried about if his Shaman powers would diminish if he joined the Mora-Sho given the implications of his class clashing with that of the faction. Don't druids hate necromancers, anyway? Leif wasn't too worried about it, however, seeing as it'd be more of a reason to reset from here. If he knew he didn't have to be a shaman from the start, he would've taken that option long ago. Could've taken some sick-ass Wuxia shit or something, maybe go into full magic seeing as there was only a whopping one mage in the party. It'd mean starting from the beginning again, but it wasn't like grinding was too much of a slog for Leif. At this point of his schooling, he's starting to realize trying to maintain a good GPA was mostly a waste of time anyway. Having more time for his hobbies wouldn't necessarily hurt. Once they made it to the camp, Leif cringed a little at the skeletons dancing, and even more at the tryhard sign. Faction was really starting to give him some sweaty vibes, especially with a squeaker at the front desk. That aside, the clan's aesthetic wasn't actually all that bad in all honesty. Still wasn't a clan Leif felt like swearing himself off to yet, but it wasn't too unbearable. "Hell yeah we are! Fucking shit up is our specialty." Leif said as he looked up to the kid, with a cocky grin, before crossing his arms and getting straight to the point. "We're looking for work as mercs for now. We aren't looking to tie ourselves down just yet. I'm not a fan of commitment, if you know what I mean." Leif giggled, knowing with confidence that the kid does not know what he means. "But nah, we're just here since the other clans are full of weak-as-shit noobs. Don't want them dragging us down or anything. They probably play with automatic combat on, those fucking casuals..."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect With their path decided by the one person who decided to suggest something (as many paths are decided), the gang went to join up with the Mora-Sho. Mags wasn't exactly a Rise Deadman type like Amulak nor was she a logistics icon like Ames. Her value to the Mora-Sho would lie almost exactly with her stats. She could probably punch holes through people at this point. It would make her a good soldier. Plus, if she died, her dead body could probably be used to punch more holes. Though, she'd prefer not to die during this event. She wanted loot, after all. With the rest of the gang approaching the familiar talis-man, Mags had no reason to converse. 3 of them were already talking to him. Would be a bit weird to mindflood him with her asking the exact same thing. She just took the position of the group's muscle. She looked menacing. Well, as menacing as a woman without pants unable to reach 5' could be. She was just emitting negative waves for the man to collect. She could have brought up the man saying see you never to them, but he'd probably not remember and she'd just look like a massive loser for bringing it up.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5040/5040 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Well, shit. Amulak hadn't realized he was the only one with a concrete plan of action in mind on what to do. While that was a relief for him getting what he wanted, he couldn't help but feel like a bit of a dick for having the group go his way. Oh, well. If there was a problem, someone would vocalize it eventually and they could work it out. Probably. It was the current year, would someone really be enough of a passive-aggresive dickhead to keep their issues to themselves until shit boiled over? Naaaaaah. Everything leading up to the recruitment office reinforced the belief that at the very least, the Mora-Sho were definitely the clan for Amulak himself. The sign was fucking hilarious on its own. The recruitment officer just had Amulak nodding and grinning. "Of course I am!" Amulak cackled Slavically. "Want to start getting into world PvP, not just arena. You have initiation test or some shit?"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele ligma HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 3060/3060 --- The rugged mountainside and the wide plains were both a sight for sore eyes for Leif, who had quickly found a way to tie his bike into their schemes. While hunting and tracking down other players would be a bit of a headache for the average Immortal, it was here where Leif's abilities as a Wolf Shaman would truly shine. One of the wolf's strongest aspects was their sense of smell, after all, and Leif was able to tap into that ability perfectly, capable of snuffing out the weak and the bloodied for his pals to make quick work of. Not only that, but the terrain was perfect for Leif to show off the limits of his new toy to his friends. "If we're going too fast, just hold on tight, Ames!" Leif hollered to his passenger as he procured a handful of lotus roots. They were simple mana restorative herbs scavenged in the Pearl Bloom, and served both as a nice snack as well as a good way to keep his mana stores decent in distance rides. He would need them to be ready for combat, after all, seeing as he was about to chew up a good portion of his MP with what he's about to do. Shoving some of the roots in his mouth, Leif revved up Arion's engines as he prepared for his trek throughout the mountains and into the plains. At an instant, the lower half of Leif's face morphed into that of a wolf's snout, the Shaman letting out an excited howl before accelerating at an instant. The scent of blood filled his nostrils as he quickly caught onto many different trails, following those of the most bloodied. The plan was simple: ride around a perimeter of the designated PvP zone, getting as much trails as he could, before closing in on those who are particularly low on HP. Ganking those who are already weaker would be easy earnings for the gang seeing as their only goal is to kill the supply runners for their loot. And if they happen to come across any other Mora-Sho, it'd be good to coordinate with them to learn of any other easy pickings in the area, as well as any threats they'd need to keep an eye out for. Of course, the main downside to this plan was that Leif would end up with heavily reduced MP in whatever fight they find themselves in, but it didn't matter too much to him. Even without MP, he was still capable of holding out his own due to the sheer versatility the Shaman class had to offer him. If anything, he'd be just as useful barking out orders as he would be blasting the few spells he has to his team. Perhaps he should figure out ways to boss his pals around more easily...</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect Supply chains were an important part of war. At least, that's what Mags thought. Read in an internet comment on some site, rather. She wasn't exactly a strategic mastermind or logistician. What she did have, however, was a stupid ape amount of strength condensed into a miniscule body. Plus, she had a lot of crowd control. Where Raime had poison applied to the group's weapons, Mags had a protein shake for herself. Her own strategy was simple enough. Find and intercept a group for the rest of the party. Once she found them, she would flex her brain then go for a sanguine burst that would knock everything around her prone and smash the face of whoever looked like a healer. Or, at the very least, whoever looked like they could be one shot. Mags' brutal strength alongside her humanoid damage increases would allow her to brutalize someone quickly and efficiently. Unfortunately, that brutal strength increase also meant that she was at risk if they weren't knocked prone.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5040/5040 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Raiding supply lines was alright, Amulak supposed. He still really wanted to go burn down some villages instead, but apparently simulated video game atrocities just didn't sit well with the others. Oh, well. There's always next time. His own part in the group's battle tactics was exactly how he liked it. Sit back, make minions, and take advantage of the fact that he'd implanted Weishaupt into Leif to use his mobility as a scout. Now he wasn't playing a MMO, he was playing a RTS. Stanislaw was in his element. Anything that Leif saw, he'd deploy his minions alongside the guy's wolves as bait before moving in for the kill. Plus, Amulak could still contribute even hanging back, since Weishaupt let him cast through the implantee as a conduit. Amulak typed through text chat, keeping a watchful eye out even from his camping hiding spot.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 330/1210 SP: 183/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 253* \| END – 276* \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect With nothing more than a fragment of HP and SP left and her body looking extremely charred and cooked through, Mags felt something deep and primal about the world. Magic fucking sucked. There was nothing worse than being cockblocked in what you could and couldn't do. Thus, being trapped in the shame cube made it a bit rough to do anything. Still though, Mags had something that the Kannushi didn't: a slight numerical advantage. If one of her numerous allies could free her, she could certainly do something. With one of the few things she could do, she summoned her field and lamented its ability. Sure, it was a cool novelty. In a world of magic, constructs, death beams, and bikes, it was a little lacklustre to not be affected by physical crowd control. Still, it was her field. If there was even a 1% chance of it doing something, she'd pop it up at this point. With the warm seawater under her, she charged at the kannushi. Even if the barrier stopped her, her raw physical strength was certainly something to behold. She refused to die to some wacky snare plus death-beam-for-over-half-HP combo. She'd run over to the Kannushi and do what she was meant to do: pummel this motherfucker directly into the ground. Especially because her god damn puddle cost SP and the Kannushi's solar sun cost nothing since he could cast that shit while unable to consume resources. God she was jealous of that shit.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1887/1920 - MP: 1720/1920 - SP: 1471/1920 _________________ [spreadsheet for most recent changes] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames was stunned. Literally, stunned, and unable to even brace herself for the blade that was about to pierce her throat. Honestly the red haired swordsman didn't expect any help from her allies, not even considering the fact that most of them were out of range they still didn't really have many strategies focused on teamwork. So the net suddenly yanking her out of the danger zone was a surprise. She stumbled backward briefly and came to her senses after the stun, her equipment blazing hotly as it absorbed some kind of flame effect. No time to even say 'thanks.' C'mon Amelia, time to get back in the game! She thought to herself. Some shit was going on passed the samurai with the other members of both parties, but it wasn't like she could do much about it... oh wait, she had a healing ability. She hadn't gotten a chance to use it yet, but maybe now was the time. The rest of her teammates had picked up the slack while she was stunned, so might as well leave the "DPS" (she knew what that mean now!) to them. Just had to throw in some support while she was at it. Leif had the lowest current HP out of everyone, but he was presently a wolf and locked into aerial combat. So next would be Magpie, and hopefully the brawler could last a bit longer until Ames got there. Ames moved to disengage the current opponent, sending Leif and the samurai off with two parting gifts. "Honō!" The first was the fiery blossom that formed from the sleeve of her haori and burst in front of the samurai's face. The second, an apparition of Ames herself as she activated [Art of the Duo Self]. "Alag hona!" The two Ames split up, the phantom soaring up to help Leif finish the samurai off, and the original sprinting across the battlefield towards Mags. With luck they wouldn't even need the healing, but best to prepare for it just in case.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3643/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Ah, cock. This samurai had some kind of spell-absorption skill going on. How wonderful. Leif would be giving him so much shit over this later. The rest of the battlefield wasn't going as well as it had been but a few moments earlier, either. Mags got trapped in a cuckshed, Raime was about to go for a mutual kill, and, alright, well, at least Ames was moving to help. That left Amulak a split second to decide his next move. With the amount of time he had and the resources available to him...oh, wait. His meatbag golem was back within spell range. Perfect. Amulak had a good card to play, but it was only limited to one target. Raime had a shot at killing the crusader bard, so helping would be redundant. Leif and Mags were both nearly dead, but Leif still had a fighting chance. Mags was locked down, so her it was. Sure, if Leif died, so did his own link to the party, but he had to go for the play that had the better chance of finishing the fight. Amulak's remaining Earthrot golem lumbered up toward the kannushi, with the necromancer himself casting Deathly Toll as soon as possible, binding the kannushi's life to the golem's. The moment the carrion construct was in explosion range, he snapped his fingers from his hiding place and detonated that bitch, hopefully comboing off the last of this prick's life.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect Ames' inn was actually getting visitors. That was something you didn't see every day. It made sense that a world as open as Cacaphony would allow for player ran businesses. With their discord popping off at the prospect of Raime wanting to become a modern man's H. H. Holmes, Mags had to take a few breaths to avoid laughing at the idea of a moving murder hotel. To Ames, this was a pretty big moment. Raime wanting to go immediately down the route of murder hobo was pretty good. Though, in this case, would it be murder hotelier? Well, Mags would do her best to support her friend. They've been through thick and thin together, especially when they accidentally performed a mating dance with oni. Good times. With a smile and a wave of strange brew in her hand, she greeted the new arrivals. "Hey hey, what brings you to this lil corner of a warzone?" She was at least amiable and not about to rustle and tussle with strangers. Though, her actual intentions for staying around weren't entirely pure. A small part of her was hoping that the party ended up being a group of much weaker murder hobos. Then, Mags could play the part of a bouncer. It would be pretty fun to pick people up and toss them out of the hotel. Though, at this rate, the only person she'd have to toss out of the hotel would be Raime.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 2860/3060 --- Leif was less than pleased that they were being sent off to just fuck around with a bunch of other lowish-level PvPers. For a game as advanced as Cacophony Concord, he found this huge world event somewhat dull. Perhaps the real goodies were saved for high-leveled PvP connoisseurs. Ah well, something to worry about in the future. For now, Leif knew he had to grind out a bit before he can truly appreciate the upper echelons of PvP combat. Maybe he could become a cool badass batlefield general or something. Currently, Leif was riding his bike in an open field, in the sights of a sniper. Normally he'd be more than fine to try and break the distance himself, trusting in his wolf-like agility to dodge this sharpshooter's attacks. He wasn't as keen on doing such a risky play with his current cargo, however. Klein had hopped on with Leif to scout around and all, and it'd be a real dick move if he got one of his buddies in trouble for wanting to do something reckless. He could also go back to the party and report his findings, but that's real pussy shit. Instead, another completely reckless thing would pop up to Leif's head. "We got a sniper, Klein! Keep your head down and follow my lead!" Leif hollered as he focused on evasive maneuvers. Once again, his head shifted into that of a wolf. He would track down those with lower health, as per usual, except this time he'd try and single out a relatively weaker party. He couldn't tell who was particularly weaker at a baseline, but he could have a soft estimate based on how fast they regenerated. It was still faulty and imprecise, all things considered, but such things required practice to really work out. Whatever he would find, Leif would raise his glaive at the sniper as high in the air as he can before pointing it directly in the direction of whoever he'd triangulate. Hopefully they'd be able to single out that target before their healing brought them up to full. Of course, this was all with the fragile hope that the sniper would catch on to his idea in the first place. It was simple, really. Leif was a tracker, and this man was a sniper. If their quarry ran away, Leif had the advantage of speed. Overall, Leif saw a potential partnership out of this and only hoped that the sniper saw it the same way.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Kicking back with a beer and bread was Stanislaw's idea of a great time, and Amulak enjoyed himself as he just sat back and hung out with the rest of the group. Minus Leif, who, last time he checked, was quite literally pissing outside. Motherfucker. Wouldn't be checking on the connection through Weishaupt anytime soon unless Leif actually had something to say. At this point, Amulak was half afraid he'd peek in on Leif jacking it. Of course, their good time had to be interrupted. Only in this case, it was by some random players who thought this was a legitimate inn. Damn. Of course, this could all just be a setup. The thought had crossed Amulak's mind, just before Raime's message. But if that had been the case, why even bother walking in all friendly-like? Most gankers would just charge inside, weapons drawn. That, and Ames couldn't exactly afford to outright murder the first prospective customers the Sweet Maid ever had. As a MMO with an actual sense of community, word would get around sooner or later about an inn run by a paranoid murderhobo, and then the venture would die before it ever began. The group couldn't afford to strike first, and Amulak responded quickly in party chat before casually waving from his seat. "No point in leaving now. We provide security, in case Raime is right. If random guys attack, we need footage that we did not fire first shot, yes?" Amulak replied in whispers back to Ames's message before he spoke out loud. "Welcome, pull in! There is bread in oven and beer on tap. For cheap price, of course!"</s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Ray couldn't emphasize how much he was enjoying his experience. The console and his copy of Cacophony Concord may have cost him a month's worth of his salary in the diner, but it was well worth it, and he was only finished character creation and just spawned in the world! Not only was he able to see an entirely new world in ultra HD without any lag or glitches, but he was also able to meet a seemingly sentient AI admin. The starting location was also gorgeous beyond belief. With equally drop-dead gorgeous oriental motif to the architecture and NPCs(?) wandering about. Speaking of dropping dead. Ray, or in this case Raime, heard a thud coming from beside him. Glancing to his side he could see that four of the players that spawned with him, were experiencing difficulties of varying degrees. Some looked like they had difficulty even standing, another writhed in pain, and the worst off was one who had collapsed on the ground and barely breathing. "Oh fucking shit! Someone call for a healer or something!" Raime exclaimed in panic before rushing over to the one on the floor and having difficulty breathing. "Hi, my name's Raime and I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this!" Raime said apologetically before applying the first aid knowledge. He first made sure that there was any external damage to the person's throat or obstructions for that matter, then examine if he was still able to breathe or not. If he was still breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would remove any tight-fitting clothes on him and observe if it alleviates the issue. If he was not breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would immediately begin performing CPR until issue is resolved. If he was still breathing and with obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and observe if it resolves the issue. If he was not breathing and with an obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and then immediately begin performing CPR and observe if it resolves the issue. Raime will perform any combination of the processes above until the issue is resolved. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- As soon as he was spawned in, Lugh quickly began to adjust to his new virtual body, not paying too much attention to the events around him. At first, they were merely simple movements such as flexing and wiggling his fingers and toes, then evolved to small exercises such as jumping jacks and stretches. While calibrating himself with his new body's movements, Lugh also wanted to observe how much his stats had a bearing on his physical capabilities within the game. It was then that Lugh noticed everyone else's newly spawned characters, some of whom seemed to be having difficulties moving around, or even standing. Perhaps they also did some jumping jacks, but had less points in END? Lugh shrugged it off, remembering then that it was around the time his friends would also be online. At this point of the game, Lugh would have preferred to go through all the tutorials on his lonesome before meeting up with his companions, but seeing that they'd all likely be around, he instead cleared his throat and prepared to bellow out the "secret phrase" he had told them on the 'Cord that he'll shout so they could easily identify and add his avatar. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" Taking a brief moment to admire how deep and mature his voice was, Lugh nodded in satisfaction before making his way to the Keystone. Perhaps this was all it took to select his beginning class and maybe even retrieve some starting gear?</s> <\|message\|>Jokson Verdona _________________________________________________________________ Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all. As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn't even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. I'm going to talk about this on reddit. Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz's glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get. As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man's hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible. "Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would've sucked." He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn't have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom's spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed? "Anybody read about stat resets?" The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno Raime let out a breath as the player stabilized and regained his normal breathing. "Jesus Christ that was scary." Even if it was in-game, the scene played out so realistically that Raymond completely forgot that this wasn't real life and jumped to help as if there was an actual emergency that unfolded before him. "Yeah, no problem. Just instincts kicking in, you know?" Raime said as he got off his knees and stood up properly. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, the thin sheen of sweat he felt at his brow, and the fading adrenaline rush that ran through his veins; all the accuracy of the sensations his avatar felt was scarily real. The player he helped then asked a question if it was possible to reset skill points. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean there are some games where that's more a late-game mechanic and some that give it to you right off the bat." Raime then saw the crestfallen look on the player's face. Then he thought about a possible solution to his predicament. "How about you team up with me? The game might have an exp share system that we can use and when you level up, you can just allocate points to stats you need. If not, then I'll just let you deal the finishing blow so you can level up faster." Raime then offers him a hand up. "Sound good?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Raime let out a breath as the player stabilized and regained his normal breathing. "Jesus Christ that was scary." Even if it was in-game, the scene played out so realistically that Raymond completely forgot that this wasn't real life and jumped to help as if there was an actual emergency that unfolded before him. "Yeah, no problem. Just instincts kicking in, you know?" Raime said as he got off his knees and stood up properly. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, the thin sheen of sweat he felt at his brow, and the fading adrenaline rush that ran through his veins; all the accuracy of the sensations his avatar felt was scarily real. The player he helped then asked a question if it was possible to reset skill points. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean there are some games where that's more a late-game mechanic and some that give it to you right off the bat." Raime then saw the crestfallen look on the player's face. Then he thought about a possible solution to his predicament. "How about you team up with me? The game might have an exp share system that we can use and when you level up, you can just allocate points to stats you need. If not, then I'll just let you deal the finishing blow so you can level up faster." Raime then offers him a hand up. "Sound good?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- She was just about exploding from the sheer excitement of it all, her squeal of joy barely suppressed into a high pitched "eeeeeeeee" as she transitioned finally, into the game proper. "WHOOO~!" Even simply moving was weird and fun. She threw a few experimental punches, a mimicry of what she knew of boxing, reveling in the whooshes it made. Ari barely even noticed the collapsed person(?) or anyone around her for that matter. Not until someone bellowed a vaguely familiar sentence. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" "AAAA! Is that you Lou!?" Almost bounding towards the avatar, she stepped in front of him. "Its me! Theresa! Look look!" She spun around, showing off her tail and ears.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ ___________________ Amelia couldn't say that Horogi was her first choice, but it's the starting area the rest of her group had decided on. She hadn't known many of them for very long, it seemed their little corners of the internet overlapped and the group came together kind of haphazardly. Still, between trading game recommendations and memes - my God they sent so many memes - it was nice to have some sort of party from the get go. Between one blink and the next, Amelia (under her less than creative alias of Ames) found herself in a beautifully vibrant city. "Oh wow," she laughed, gazing around at the lanterns, streamers, all of the people gathered in the area, and the huge decorated stone in the center of it all. Moments ago Amelia had settled her graphics display to fantastic, and even while the city had certain glow to it, a certain charm that could only be found in that disconnect between fantasy and reality, it still looked so life-like. Needless to say, the girl was excited. "This is so awesome!" Amelia thrust her fists into the air in delight, chattering to herself as she spun in a circle to take in as much of the view in the busy area as she could. "Is it festival time or something? Everything looks soooo good! And! And... aaaaand where's my avatar?" She blinked and looked around at all the fantastic player and NPC models, then opened up the game settings again. After a few moments of silence the menu closed and the red headed avatar she was currently in the guise of facepalmed hard. "Oooooh my God I'm an idiot," she mumbled, noticing her deeper voice for the first time. She'd been so caught up in making her character and getting used to the city that she'd forgotten it was a VR game, as in Virtual Reality, as in first person. "Fuck." Oh well, nothing could be done about it now. Minerva said everything was final pretty much, barring "realistic" methods to change one's appearance. She'd have to find a mirror ASAP. Well, maybe finding a mirror was step two. Step one should be finding the rest of the group... "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" ...good timing! That was the code phrase, right? Or something like that. She turned to spot where the voice had come from, seeing a few new accounts and - someone on the ground?! Amelia rushed over to the ailing player, passing Ari and Lugh by with a quick "Hi Lew Hi Theresa you look really cute" and stood a bit animatedly by Raime and Kriz, eyes looking back and forth between the two. "Are you okay? Do you still need a healer? Not that I am one but - " she paused, getting a good look at these two and their usernames. They seemed kind of familiar... " - um. This'll be embarrassing if I'm wrong but aren't you guys part of [-our discord-]...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alys Kaleigh [Mentions] @Versa@GreenGoat@Yankee --- Ah, the sight was so wonderful- now was the time to immersed in the wonderful world had finally cometh. It was only a matter of time before Calace was the most recognized healer in all of CacoCon "Wait a minute, I am overbearingly tired." Calace squeaked out, her voice chirping into a whisper as speaking itself was quite exhausting. She took a deep breath, her bright purple baubles in each socket investigating the figures around her- absorbing their features and mannerisms as well. Some of them had traits that were familiar, others didn't trigger any flags, but that "phrase" was said and it instantly cleared all reservations. Calace took a few steps towards the group that already began intermingling among each other- particularly the gal with animal traits and the red-haired studmuffin. But it was very quickly apparent that even simple steps through the short grass, even with her small lighter features, was such a draining venture that she began to breathe heavily similarly to the white-haired boy on the floor. "This is- not enjoyable. Would one of you mind carrying me? Preferably whichever of you placed the most points in Endurance." Her face was flushed from that long-ass sentence, she needed to figure out how to raise her stats like- yesterday. Calace had a very desperate look on her face, a flattened frown with eyes that clearly spelled out "h e l p m e" as well as trembling arms and legs. It was a pitiful sight- laughably so, and were they not acquaintances they'd probably ridicule her. It should have been obvious to them, she basically made the same idealized character in every MMO she played. "It's [Calace], by the way." She winced at her own introduction, and feigned a cheery gesture with a peace sign over her right eye. Smooth.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno Weather or not Kriz took his hand to help him up, he would turn to face the player who had run up to them asking if they were still in any danger. "Ah, thanks for the concern but I think the worst has passed." Raime reassured the concerned player that things would be alright from now onwards...maybe. "Now that you mention it. Maybe. Does the user names: Raiman and Frankiestien ring a bell?" Raime told Ames his and his brother's usernames for the majority of the social media platforms they use. Though, unlikely as it may be, perhaps they had managed to create their characters and spawn in at the same time. "Oh yeah. The passphrase thingy. Uhh...' Snakes don't have limbs and that's bad' ? Or something along the lines of it." Raime said with little confidence as he had worked the whole day and kinda jumbled up his memory of last night when they discussed the passphrase. It was around that time that Calace made herself known to the others present. "I dunno who has the highest stats for Endurance, but all my stats are at 10 if that helps." He says while offering the small girl a literal shoulder to lean on. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 "We got one! Do I see two?" Came the announcement from Mags' voice, rattling out like a auctioneer. "After all, I need to start a fight with multiple people." She was thinking of hitting Lew's nuts for the first time he volunteered for the fight. This time around, however, the attached removal of custom emotes made it too painful a consequence. No longer would she be able to reply to messages with that stupid pogfish, nor could she post the Giga Chad. Well, she technically still could. She'd just need to send them as small images. They wouldn't be in line and that made it too sad. Preparing for combat, she took off the two starter 0 stat sandals on her feet and equipped one in each hand. They were her improvised weapons, after all. Las chanclas. Lethal weapons. "Ames, don't you want in on this...? I'm classically trained to fight, after all."</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Attributes: HP – 11 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 11 AGI – 9 END – 11 DEX – 10 LUC – 11 Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ At the ripped man's surrender, Ames' head whirled around and she stared at him. He wasn't a mugger, he was just a new player like they were! Before she could flush with embarrassment, Ames scrubbed a hand over her face and groaned. The novelty of Cacophony Concord was quickly fading in the face of Mags' single minded desire to become a 'Brawler.' The most frustrating part was that Amelia knew Magdalene could be funny and helpful - just right now she was choosing to be unfunny and unhelpful. I guess we should get it over with and just fight, that or we'd have to split up from her and I don't see that going down well at all. Ugh. Fighting first, then we can find some healing class or something for Calace and get on with frog fighting...? Ames' brows were scrunched. Mags was throwing another tantrum while Ames thought to herself, but she didn't really listen. It was definitely the same threats as before. She was pulled out of her own head when Kriz logged out in a flash of light. "Uh? Kriz?!" Wow, double embarrassing. With a sigh, Ames finally climbed to her feet and dusted herself off. The bishounen avatar gave Klein a weak but earnest smile. "Yeah, what Lugh said... we're not thieves or bullies or anything - uh, well, not ALL of us are at least! Bullies that is. None of us are thieves. Ugh, doing great Ames. I'm sorry for crashing into you dude, ehehe..." While said wannabe samurai was off to deal with Mags, Ames figured it would be a good time to get to know this misunderstood beefcake. And hope he didn't press charges or anything. Even though nothing really happened. Amulak had a good point even if she didn't see any kind of police-looking guys around. She scooped Lugh's swords off the ground and cradled them to her chest before looking back at Amulak and Klein. "Pretty embarrassing misunderstanding huh? Oh well. I'm Ames. That's Amulak - " she nodded to the man as she introduced him. " - you probably heard Lugh just now, aaaand the girl he's fighting would be the bloodthirsty idiot he mentioned. We've got a few others too. What's your...?" She trailed off, noticing Mags addressing her. Ames did say they'd be willing to help people get the classes they want. Part of her really didn't want to enable Mags, but another part said that once she got what she wanted the other girl was more likely to chill the hell out. Better to help out in that case, huh? Also, not gonna lie... kind of wanna get her back for that kick. "Fuck it. Fine." Ames sighed and passed Lugh's swords onto Amulak. With one more apology to Klein, Ames approached Lugh and Mags. "I am kind of interested in how the stylish setting works. I figured I'd find out against the frogs but... well. Anyway, you're gonna get what's coming to you, Mags! How many people do you need? Better safe that sorry, right? So let's get this over with..." It was time to use the skill that all proud Americans mastered a young age... being loud. Ames took a breath than cupped a hand over her mouth and shouted. "New players tryin' to unlock brawling! Anyone that wants in just come here and start punching!" It was a public invitation now. It wasn't going to be the honorable duel that Lugh perhaps was hoping for, but in time Ames would be happy to help her friend with unlocking his classes too. For now, they were going to give their little gremlin what she was asking for. "Okay. Brace yourself Mags. Or don't." Ames wasn't trained in fighting. In the real world Amelia was an athlete but couldn't really say she'd even been in a real fight. However, in CaCo under her current settings, the game adjusted her body. Her feet were near naturally pulled into a proper stance, and when Ames snapped her fist out to swing at Mags' face she felt her body follow through with the strike as if she actually knew what she was doing.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 110/110 --- "Figures." He let out a sigh as Ari began to test her non-poor stat afflicted avatar's feel and range of movement. But before he could even try to give her a response, she bolts off. "Jesucristo...what's with this group and splitting the party?" Raime said with confusion in his voice as he tries to catch up to the cat-girl. With the number of players, NPCs, and narrow streets preventing his range of motion, he was forced to lag behind. After a few moments of trudging and basically squeezing through the crowd, he manages to pop back out to the spawn point...only to see the chaos done by his friends and companions. To be honest? He wasn't really that surprised. With a deadpan expression, he threw his arms upward in defeat and walked back to the bustling streets of the city. Deciding that he would not partake in the silliness and instead go do something else. He needed to find a bank to exchange 10 of his silver coins to Rishi and go buy his equipment. A basic crossbow and bolts would suffice for now. He would first ask an NPC or player for the nearest bank to exchange currencies, then look for a hunting/weapon shop to purchase said equipment, and finally wait for his companions at the West Gate. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: Scout Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 18 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew clicked his tongue at the result of his inquiry. A tank class that specialized in controlling the field rather than him fighting on his own seemed more up his ally. While becoming a warrior in this game would be another feat all on its own, Lew could not deny the impact that magic had on both sides of combat during their previous encounter. It was a shame he decided to dump MP. At the very least, he could attempt to make up that deficit now with a few level ups. Speaking of which... MP 10 -> 100 SP 80 -> 100 STR 9 -> 14 AGI 12 -> 20 Lew decided to finally allocate his points. First off, covering up his MP seemed like a must. For now, he'll leave it at a nice 100, then pour another 10 points into it later before he's about to change classes. Next was his SP, which scaled up his skill attacks up more for the time being. A few boosts to STR would help in that regard as well. Finally, a boost to AGI should help him move faster in such encounters in the future. With a mix of his already absurd END as well as his slowly ascending AGI, he should be somewhat self sufficient for the time being. Self-sufficiency is definitely important since he'll be babysitting Ari... who seemed to have disappeared. Should Lew be concerned? Nah, they're in town. They'll definitely be safe. In any case, Lew went on to job-searching, finding many strange requests on the aforementioned quest board. Most of the lucrative job opportunities involved the Mora-Sho, which Lew recalled was one of the factions. If he decided to choose Samurai after all, winning favor with one of the major factions would definitely be a good plan. Plus, many of these quests seem to involve exterminating monsters. Perhaps Lew could learn a thing or two from encountering the different creatures in this game, perhaps even... capture them? With Kekkaishi, that would definitely be more possible. In any case, Lew attempted to see if he could add the jobs revolving around the Mora-Sho to his tracker, either by attempting to tear out his own copy of these quests, bookmarking them, or otherwise noting them down someplace. For now, he had but one thing he wished to do... Retracing his steps and finding himself back to the smithy where it all started, Lew approached the ogre smith, wherever she may be, holding his two blades by their sheathes and finally crumpling down into a dogeza. It was as if Lew was giving an offering to his goddess, leaving the paired swords neatly in front of himself. "I'm sorry for returning in such a dishonorable fashion, but... Your blades have serviced me well, and I've done my best to take care of them. However, it seems my path may be deviating towards somewhere else. If it isn't too much to ask, would it be possible to trade these blades in for a singular weapon of similar quality? Do you have any pewter staffs available for use? If not, it is fine as your blades are still completely servicable, but still..." Lew raised his head back at the NPC, his eyes filled with the same resolve he had when he had first encountered her. In truth, it was likely because he was so much more closer to judge the details of her feet. "Whether that request can be fulfilled or not, I have come to you regardless due to your trustworthiness... Do you have directions for the Shin-Yu Temple?"</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross With more grinding out of the way, Mags became stronger and stronger. Even with a certain someone slowing the grind down to a much more relaxed pace, she was still able to become half-herculean. Well, that's if the stats were linear. Considering stat and item boosts, she now had the strength of five ordinary men. The kappas that once threatened her life were nothing more than walking bundles of EXP now. She'd learnt their patterns and strengths. Unless they stumbled upon a rare boss type kappa or something, she could easily turn their face into a second water bowl. Soon, she hit level 9 and allocated the last of her ability points. HP: 170 > 200 SP: 100 > 200 STR: 27 > 40 AGI: 15 > 20 END: 12 > 21 She was now firmly stronger than Ames in every way. In fact, she was the strongest person in their little party. Unless Klein decided to minmax STR. Mags dipped into other stats, after all. Soon, the group approached the Pearl Bloom River waterfall. Something was there. Then it wasn't. They all got nothing personel kid'd by an oversized frogman. Of course, they couldn't keep up the grind forever. It was now do or die. Such was the life of the grinder that stumbled across a world boss. Well, if it was a world boss. Might have just been a named enemy. Resolving herself, Mags equipped the loincloth. --- Lv. 9 HP: 230/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Since it appeared behind them, the only escape route that the group had was cut off. Crossing the river was a possible route to escape, but the enemy was a frog. Had it been a dry cracker, it may have actually worked as an escape route rather than an obstacle. Comparing leg strengths, there was no way in hell they were running. That meant the options were either to negotiate with a frog or to beat the shit out of it and pray it wasn't a world boss. Well, there was always a chance it was a friendly frog. The fact that it was calmly under a waterfall until they came made her think it was a martial arts user. Well, that and the fact that it didn't use weapons. That meant that it had a martial artist's discipline, right? Unless it was one of those "I'll murder you to get stronger" martial artists, then she'd be fucked. Alternatively, it wasn't a martial artist at all. It was just a frog that liked to chill under a waterfall. With a respectful bow queue'd up, she quickly approached and became closest to the frogman. With her bow, her eyes were still locked on the frog and her powerful legs were ready to jump backwards, insuring herself from any sneak attack. Hell, she could even take her allies by the collar nearby and take them with her. In any case, she had to size up what the frog was going to do. Whether it would attack, be friendly, or some other third thing. If it would attack, she'd do her best to jump out of the way. If it was friendly... They'd neatly part ways?</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:160/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 176/176 --- "Better than nothing." Raime says with a shrug as he wipes away the residue of the wild corn dog from his mouth. A handful of white herbs was better than a handful of nothing. He harvests the plants and stuffs them into his pocket before returning to his companions. They soon leave and begin killing whatever kappa they encountered along the riverside. It was a rocky start but once the group had a good flow of what to do, the turtle manlets soon became more of a passing nuisance rather than an actual threat to the group. Whatever damage they sustained was healed by the level ups that soon followed after. Raime passively allocated one point to hs HP, MP, and SP every level he gained, while splitting the remaining points between Agi and Dex. If there were any left, he'd place it to End to buff his defenses and SP regen. It was not long after they bumped up to lvl 9 that they encountered what seemed to be their first real threat. A behemoth sized frogman that even towered over the massive Klein. There seemed no way of escape and it was a fight or die moment. Raime never realized how scary this creature was up close. Despite his actual life not being in any sort of danger from this creature, he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest, and beads of sweat begin to drip from his brow. The game actually managed to activate his instinctual response to a perceived threat. The fight, flight, or freeze response. Stupendous. He would give the game a standing ovation if he could. Never before in his life had he felt this level of intimidation. Not when he faced down his bullies. Not when he nearly crashed when he was learning to drive. Not even when he was face to face with a wild boar when he was out hiking. This was a new level of fear. And he was excited about feeling it. It was then and there Cacophony Concord became his #1 favorite game of all time; surpassing even his childhood favorite, Rayman Legends. He still loved the game without a doubt but it was just that no other game that made him feel this way, other than CaCo that is. His hands gripped his crossbow so tight that it shook slightly in his grasp. Mags had offered a bow to the creature. Perhaps intending to convey the message of them being not threats, or even perhaps to lull it into a false sense of security. Only the reaction of the colossal frogman would confirm or deny his suspicions. If it were to be friendly, he would relax his grip upon his weapon. But if it were to prove itself to be aggressive, Raime would activate [Zoned In] and lodge three bolts in its chest before it could even try to harm his friends. Though only time will tell if this would be their first boss or first friend out here in the wild. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% = 35 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 5 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 220/220 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 48 (41) + 15% \| AGI – 27 (26) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 20 (20) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR "Guh, fuck you gravity." That was smarts. Her huge play ended up putting her in a bad spot as she collided with the ground. Despite the reduced pain setting, the funny bone still sent shocks. She was now at a disadvantage. A prime picking for a frog's leg to slam into her spine and finally end the fight. As she turned back to look at the action, she saw his spear firmly lodged into the toad's body, shatter, then turn to ash. Was the frog slain? She began to count to herself as if it were a wrestling match. One... Two... Thr- he kicked out. Rather than choosing to continue the fight, he threw the coin down at Klein. Well, he may have got the coin thrown at him, but Mags was the one that used him as a projectile weapon. She had just as much claim to the loot as him, if not more. "Mmmind if I roll... need?" She upgraded her stats as she asked. 6 in Agi, 10 in Dex. She was pretty strong. Better to balance out her martial stats for now. She also removed the baby diaper for now. She didn't want to wear that thing for more than she had to.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 55/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 80/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 19 Bronze Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ As soon as Klein slammed into the sandstone, Ames was free - and never happier to be so. The game righted the warrior after a few tumbles, but once on his feet she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, watching Klein and the frog tussle briefly before - finally - the frogman retreated. Or got bored of them, or was satisfied, whatever. The point was he was gone. Ames let out a great sigh at that. "Jeez." What a sorry state the party was in, but hey, they did it! And all they got to show for it was a token. At least, all Ames got to show for it. A quick glance at her own status screen plainly showed that number which was quickly becoming her least favorite. 1. Level one. Still. She didn't stare long at the screen. Once she closed it, Ames stood up and weakly raised her arms over her head in a low effort cheer. "We did it~ nice job everybody. I can't believe two of you got the cool nucleus-thing already, that's awesome. I'm still level one somehow but whatever." Despite her dismissive words, Ames' tone was a touch annoyed. She brought her arms down and shook them, trying to get some of the creature's residue off of her clothes. "I mean, am I doing something wrong? Did I mess up my character creation? I thought my guy was pretty cute but should I have matched my real life gender? I don't really get what the problem is." As the redhead mused, she removed her avatar's shoes and carefully peeled off not one, but two of the old beggar's talismans from her person. One of them was always meant to go to Kriz, but he hadn't logged back in yet to her knowledge. With these pieces of equipment removed, Ames strode off towards the river nearby, waving Mags' question off with one hand as she passed the brawler by. "I feel disgusting," she announced, "We should meet up with Lew and Ari in the city, and maybe like, get a real bath or something... I'm sure all of you smell as bad as I do right now." Ames wasted no time jumping into the river and washing up just to get the feel of the frogman's slime off of her. When she climbed back out and rejoined the party she was soaking wet, but already seemed to be in a better mood. She glanced at the still bloody Raime. "You need help? Wanna wash your face?"</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 180/180 \| MP: 189/189 \| SP: 198/198 --- It irritated the scout greatly that he was unable to locate any proper lines of sight to get a shot through, but it was understandable in the chaos of fighting against three individuals at the same instance. Though just as he found an opening, a spear ran through the frogman's body and forced it to collapse. A sense of relief washed over the man but considering how easily it handled them, the amphibious martial artist was likely going on to his next phase. Raime kept his crossbow aimed at its still form and, sure enough, it hopped back up to its feet. Raime was about to pull the weapon's trigger when the creature, seemingly satisfied with what sloppy performance they had shown, just smiles and tosses a token before disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Raime was left utterly gobstruck. Despite the vast difference of power between it and them, they still managed to snatch victory in such a bleak situation. The rush of dopamine to his brain as he realized that was beyond rapturous. This rush was beyond any pleasures he'd experienced before. Bold even enough to say that this feeling of attaining victory despite the overwhelming odds was a greater feeling than sex; maybe even better than eating some maple cinnamon rolls after a hard day of working with a warm cup of his favorite tea. God. What a feeling. The effects of the painkiller herbs were still in effect but the feeling of blood in his eyes was an irritating experience regardless. He holstered his weapon before he crawling towards the river when he overheard Ames talking. "It's only a hunch, but maybe its those talismans you have? I mean both you and Amulak have similar issues but he still levels up sometimes. Maybe because he only has one?" The scout says just as he realized how easy it was for him to articulate words despite having his face caved in. Upon further investigation, he realized that he jumped two levels and had regained all lost HP, MP, SP. Raime thanked God and the devs for that mechanic as he still didn't understand how healing worked other than the white herbs that grew near the river was a natural pain killer. Ames then asked if he wanted some help. "Ah. Thank you for the offer Ames, but I'm fine now." As if to emphasize the point he washes away all his blood staining his face and gargles out the blood inside his mouth before offering the red-haired fighter a winning smile before standing up and reuniting with the rest of the party. In the meantime, while the party discussed what they wanted to do next, he allocated his points. One point each to his HP, MP, and SP. The remaining ten would be divided between Agi and Dex. Though he decided that once he soft caped them at 60 each, he would focus on developing the rest of his skills so he could be more well-rounded stat wise. But that was for the future Raime to worry about, present Raime was more concerned with finding the faux catgirl and the man who dragged her off. "Finding them would be a good idea. And getting clean would be nice." Raime finishes as he glances down to look at his once pristine grey jinbei, now covered with dirt, grass stains, patches of sweat, and splattered with blood. Mostly his. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 180 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 180 + 5% = 189 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 180 + 10% = 198 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 37 + 10% = 41 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 37 + 5% = 39 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.11 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) -Taking Ranger Class- HP – 2(3/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Scratching her head, she looked glumly at the list of jobs on the stone. Ari didn't really want to get one that she didn't feel like playing, but apparently she was supposed to have one. "Ah this ranger thing has stealth in it huh? I'll pick that one then." Looking past the list, it was also stated to have traps in it. A good start she suppose. Ninja was supposed to be stealthy, strong, fast and able to make their own gears. For now, she would have to see what she can do first. Traps would really help a lot. Getting stronger would be great, as well as gathering some poison now that she had a taste of the stronger creatures to be found. She read somewhere that very brightly colored creatures were the ones to look for for poison. All these knives would be great poisoned. As well as her twin kodachi. Twin kodachi? "Oh, that's right. Lew? What happened to my other sword?"</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:815/900 MP:1000/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level. "Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players. "I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?" What came after, though... It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere. "Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision. "I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- The scout looked up to the caster from his knelt position and shook his head from side to side. He had already swallowed most of his pride when he permitted himself to willingly die by the caster's hands for a class requirement. He couldn't bear to put it any lower by denying himself his goal of completing all of Cacophony Concord's playable content at 100% realism. "I cannot do that, my friend. You, of all people, should know that I am too stubborn...too bullheaded to do so. Once I've set a goal, I'll do my damndest to achieve it." Despite being the one being executed, Raime held his head high with pride. Presenting his neck to his would be killer. His eyes filled with grim determination. "Do not insult my resolve and go easy on me." --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(50/50) MP – 5(50/50) SP – 10(100/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt.Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end.Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- There was but mild curiosity when she was dragged away by Zhi-Toren, but it slowly turned to dread as the areas around her changed more and more into what seemed to be homes. Places where people live in, and maintain a semblance of normalcy compared to the organized chaos that was the areas of the town she had been to. Worse, she was brought to a rather respectable looking shop that wouldn't look out of place in a big mall. Was her tail dusty? Did she even comb her hair? The rough paths she had went through did no service to her clothing, but it was alright as long as she was in the town with the other Immortals who wore more outlandish garbs with various signs of travel and weather on them. Here she felt like she should be in at least a modest sundress, or a decent jeans and vest combo. Her tail twitched erratically as she sat down at the table, more nervous than anything now, though her ears did twitch slightly on hearing what Zhi ordered. "Ah, about that... I..." Ari scratched her head at the question. "The first was me underestimating the area, and the second, was being caught wholly off guard by the place. Ah... I've still not entered the palace yet. With such an important looking bell on it, I think there'd be an awesome event if I rang it a few times."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 156 (130) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% STA/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Now back in the Thunderstruck Grove, Mags--alongside a light party this time around--managed to find herself in a familiar scene. Momentarily hidden from a pack of oni who had completed a hunt. Instantly, she began to whisper orders to the others. Not out of leadership, however. More out of a general malice towards the concept of organization. "Klein," she began as she turned to him, "86 on my lead and pop 'em." She turned to the remaining two IRL-men in the party."Raime, approach and take the juicers. Amulak, don't let Raime take the juicers." Finally, she turned to Ames: "After all we've been though, am I really going to attack these oni?" Before Ames (or any of the party, really) could respond, Mags was already charging the oni by herself. She had a basic idea in her mind of the impending fight. She'd punch the shit out of one of them. That was her true master plan. Choosing the closest one, Mags went for a flurry of blows. Well, it was the Power Hour and she unloaded every bit of her SP into the attack. Every single ounce. All 100% for 20 punches. She could probably generate enough SP afterwards so it wasn't a horrible idea. Probably.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 682/682 --- Raime was a little disheartened by how few supplies he was able to purchase. At least the apothecary was kind enough to explain that the herbs he had harvested were pretty common and didn't fetch a high price. Regardless, his pocket was considerably lighter now and he had fourteen vials of instant-healing juice. Now he can finally actually play the role of support aside from being the ranged physical DPS. Good thing too, as the rest didn't need to shop for supplies as he did and were ready to go back to the grove. Admittedly, navigating the area the second time was less difficult than that of yesterday's journey. They even managed to spot five pale heavily damaged onis distracted by their gorging on the animal carcass. Mags whispered orders and bolted off without a second notice. "...just call me out if you need quick healing." The scout said to the rest of the party before following their foolhardy leader headlong into the fight. Engaging the oni and activating [Zoned In], the scout turned human rocket took advantage of the surprise attack and slowed perception of time by taking potshots at the unsuspecting five's knee joints with his newly acquired bow, aiming to harm and disable their movements to further give the melee-oriented characters advantage. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 30 + 10% = 682 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 10% + 20% = 84 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 14 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 </s>
<\|description\|>Jokson Verdona Age - 19 Gender - Male Nationality - Albanian Description - Jok has used video game escapism as a means of coping with his home life for as long as he could remember. Long were the days of his parents bringing strangers and foreigners into their home just so they could argue about the grievances they caused once they've left. It was a vicious cycle, but giving these people food and board was how Jok's parents made their living, so instead of complaining he would crawl over to his gaming PC and disassociate. His parents didn't mind this at all until he got into high school. He was a smart kid and they knew that, so when his test scores began to plummet they turned the internet off until his grades were higher. It was a difficult time for Jok. Not only did his house feel invaded and uncomfortable most of the time, but high school is always a source of complications for teenagers. Around his second year he went through a severe spiral of depression that led to him not eating for a week, his test scores did improve over time, but only because studying distracted him. It would take that full week for his parents to actually notice a problem in Jok. A couple of parent teacher conferences later and he was transferring out of the school, his parents still didn't quite know the full extent of what he was going through but nonetheless caught on to the reality that them removing his one hobby from his life along with this troubling situation wasn't doing anything good for their son. They eventually moved to Tirana and while it was a much larger city compared to their hometown, it was a better suited environment for Jokson. His grades would swiftly improve in the less conservative environment, where things like Esports and Live Streamers were actively talked about among the youth. He even made a few friends at school who enjoyed the same MMORPGs as him, and while he didn't really have a popular phase, the friends who shared the same joy in video games made going to school a little more worth it for Jok. His grades improved in no time, and it was only a matter of time before college was peeking its head around the corner to bring more stress along his path. The colleges in Albania aren't the greatest and Jok's parents wanted their ray of sunshine to have the best. His grades were above average, but they were able to find a government funded program to send him to U.S in exchange for having an American student stay at their home over the summer. It was ironic to Jokson that something that he hated all his life would actually result in a positive change in his life. With the short months he had left to get ready he said his goodbyes to former schoolmates, packed all of his belongings, and set out for the great U.S of A. It was fortunate that he learned English through his online friends, though not perfect and quite broken at times. And it would be those same friends that Jok planned on spending most of his time with in Cacophony Concord, when he wasn't studying Cyber Security textbooks and taking CompTIA practice tests. The kid's wardrobe was plain enough to show that he cared little for self expression, and even less about impressing others. It was inevitable that his social life in college would be nonexistent. But his parents weren't here to tell him why that was wrong, and even if they were, it was obvious that the friends and interactions in this virtual world had much more importance than than the real thing to this gamer. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Ray couldn't emphasize how much he was enjoying his experience. The console and his copy of Cacophony Concord may have cost him a month's worth of his salary in the diner, but it was well worth it, and he was only finished character creation and just spawned in the world! Not only was he able to see an entirely new world in ultra HD without any lag or glitches, but he was also able to meet a seemingly sentient AI admin. The starting location was also gorgeous beyond belief. With equally drop-dead gorgeous oriental motif to the architecture and NPCs(?) wandering about. Speaking of dropping dead. Ray, or in this case Raime, heard a thud coming from beside him. Glancing to his side he could see that four of the players that spawned with him, were experiencing difficulties of varying degrees. Some looked like they had difficulty even standing, another writhed in pain, and the worst off was one who had collapsed on the ground and barely breathing. "Oh fucking shit! Someone call for a healer or something!" Raime exclaimed in panic before rushing over to the one on the floor and having difficulty breathing. "Hi, my name's Raime and I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this!" Raime said apologetically before applying the first aid knowledge. He first made sure that there was any external damage to the person's throat or obstructions for that matter, then examine if he was still able to breathe or not. If he was still breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would remove any tight-fitting clothes on him and observe if it alleviates the issue. If he was not breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would immediately begin performing CPR until issue is resolved. If he was still breathing and with obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and observe if it resolves the issue. If he was not breathing and with an obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and then immediately begin performing CPR and observe if it resolves the issue. Raime will perform any combination of the processes above until the issue is resolved. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- As soon as he was spawned in, Lugh quickly began to adjust to his new virtual body, not paying too much attention to the events around him. At first, they were merely simple movements such as flexing and wiggling his fingers and toes, then evolved to small exercises such as jumping jacks and stretches. While calibrating himself with his new body's movements, Lugh also wanted to observe how much his stats had a bearing on his physical capabilities within the game. It was then that Lugh noticed everyone else's newly spawned characters, some of whom seemed to be having difficulties moving around, or even standing. Perhaps they also did some jumping jacks, but had less points in END? Lugh shrugged it off, remembering then that it was around the time his friends would also be online. At this point of the game, Lugh would have preferred to go through all the tutorials on his lonesome before meeting up with his companions, but seeing that they'd all likely be around, he instead cleared his throat and prepared to bellow out the "secret phrase" he had told them on the 'Cord that he'll shout so they could easily identify and add his avatar. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" Taking a brief moment to admire how deep and mature his voice was, Lugh nodded in satisfaction before making his way to the Keystone. Perhaps this was all it took to select his beginning class and maybe even retrieve some starting gear?</s>	<\|message\|>Jokson Verdona Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all. As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn't even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. I'm going to talk about this on reddit. Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz's glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get. As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man's hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible. "Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would've sucked." He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn't have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom's spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed? "Anybody read about stat resets?" The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.</s>
<\|description\|>Jokson Verdona Age - 19 Gender - Male Nationality - Albanian Description - Jok has used video game escapism as a means of coping with his home life for as long as he could remember. Long were the days of his parents bringing strangers and foreigners into their home just so they could argue about the grievances they caused once they've left. It was a vicious cycle, but giving these people food and board was how Jok's parents made their living, so instead of complaining he would crawl over to his gaming PC and disassociate. His parents didn't mind this at all until he got into high school. He was a smart kid and they knew that, so when his test scores began to plummet they turned the internet off until his grades were higher. It was a difficult time for Jok. Not only did his house feel invaded and uncomfortable most of the time, but high school is always a source of complications for teenagers. Around his second year he went through a severe spiral of depression that led to him not eating for a week, his test scores did improve over time, but only because studying distracted him. It would take that full week for his parents to actually notice a problem in Jok. A couple of parent teacher conferences later and he was transferring out of the school, his parents still didn't quite know the full extent of what he was going through but nonetheless caught on to the reality that them removing his one hobby from his life along with this troubling situation wasn't doing anything good for their son. They eventually moved to Tirana and while it was a much larger city compared to their hometown, it was a better suited environment for Jokson. His grades would swiftly improve in the less conservative environment, where things like Esports and Live Streamers were actively talked about among the youth. He even made a few friends at school who enjoyed the same MMORPGs as him, and while he didn't really have a popular phase, the friends who shared the same joy in video games made going to school a little more worth it for Jok. His grades improved in no time, and it was only a matter of time before college was peeking its head around the corner to bring more stress along his path. The colleges in Albania aren't the greatest and Jok's parents wanted their ray of sunshine to have the best. His grades were above average, but they were able to find a government funded program to send him to U.S in exchange for having an American student stay at their home over the summer. It was ironic to Jokson that something that he hated all his life would actually result in a positive change in his life. With the short months he had left to get ready he said his goodbyes to former schoolmates, packed all of his belongings, and set out for the great U.S of A. It was fortunate that he learned English through his online friends, though not perfect and quite broken at times. And it would be those same friends that Jok planned on spending most of his time with in Cacophony Concord, when he wasn't studying Cyber Security textbooks and taking CompTIA practice tests. The kid's wardrobe was plain enough to show that he cared little for self expression, and even less about impressing others. It was inevitable that his social life in college would be nonexistent. But his parents weren't here to tell him why that was wrong, and even if they were, it was obvious that the friends and interactions in this virtual world had much more importance than than the real thing to this gamer. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross The city state's revelries made for an interesting opening. It reminded her of another story. Probably an MMO that she played a long time ago, not that it mattered. But it wasn't quite the time to celebrate. They had gameplay to go through. The discord community she entered with would soon come, and with sharing of a password (or really just asking who was who), they'd party up and start up something to do. And she was immediately beset by hilarity. As they all logged on at about the same time, the entire place went to shit instantly. Two of them were already exhausted, while two more were on the ground crippled. Instantly, Mags started to chuckle. Just as fast as it came, that chuckle turned into a chortle, then her practically falling to the ground laughing. Those two goofs managed to put zero in all of their human being stats. Even more hilarious was one of them trying to help. Like clockwork, they went for chest compressions, dealing damage to the man as his glass bones crumbled with every pulse of the life saving maneuver. With her wiping off a virtual tear from her face, she calmed down a bit. With the secret code being spoken, Mags went to go see the rest of the discord group. "Sup nerds," the first words came out of her mouth. She looked over the memes of characters. Most of them seemed to have their heads in order and put in average stats, which was good. With Calace and the Slav asking for serious help, Mags offered a devilish solution. "Worst comes to worse, we can use the gimps as big clubs, yea?" "It's Mags." Her introduction was quick and dirty. After all, she was the source of all of the shitpost images. Most of them. The "good" ones, at least. She didn't think too hard about the wish fulfillment characters of the others. After all, she was (at least somewhat) apart of that camp too. After all, who wouldn't want to be an ikemen or bishoujo in the virtual world. She did, however, judge the neko. Quite heavily, in fact. "We should probably see if it's possible to get a class and some gear first thing." She didn't actually know the process of getting a basic class. She preferred to go into things blind. Prog on raids, new MMOs, everything. The less information, the better for her. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in without any gear and die. She actually wanted to go in fists blazing, but she didn't know if any of the others could hold their own. So that means it's time to, bat-data-daa, ask around for information. Unless one of you read a guide."</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- Before Lew could investigate the Keystone, an approaching screech followed by his own name being called out quickly drew his attention away. Appearing in front of him appeared to be another player, one taking the shape of a catgirl. Lew was unaware if there happened to be more than one race to choose during character creation, or if this was the result of the game's interesting image upload feature. However, what Lew was sure about was this person had fine tastes. Catgirls are a classic staple, no matter how basic they may seem, and their company is always appreciated. What really caught Lew by surprise was when the catgirl had introduced herself with a name Lew happened to be familiar with. Seeing that it truly was one of his compatriots, the only reply Lew could muster was a stoic thumbs up with pride welling in his eyes. Soon, everyone else from the group slowly began to gather, some more crippled than others. As a few of them began to make their plight known to the rest, Lew had only just pondered on the mechanics behind this game's statistics. If having a low number in certain parameters would result in gaffs such as these to happen, and if "10" happened to be the equivalent of an average human, Lew could only begin to ponder the implications of having a high statistic in any stat would be. "Wait a minute. Would this mean I'm the only one here who decided to boost their END to a high amount?" Lew asked himself aloud, deep in thought. "I didn't even think 30 would be that big of a difference... I suppose that would make me the 'tank', then. Unfortunate, but bearable" The mentioning of classes and items quickly brought Lew out of his trance, instinctively continuing his march towards the Keystone. Lew had placed his hand on it, and... Curiously, Lew scrolled through the various options given to him. However, it seemed that based on the group's needs, it would be in Lew's best interest to choose the one class that would actually allow him to help his allies overcome their challenges. And so, Warrior was selected. Being much hardier with an increase to both HP and END was one thing, but more importantly, Lew's STR was right on the marker. With a whopping 10 STR, now he'll have the weight of a perfectly normal man behind his swings. Before he made his selection, he turned back to the group, crossing his arms. Of course, despite learning all this vital information from just touching a fancy rock, Lew had decided to withhold the fruits of his labor from his allies. Not out of any malice, but because he was also interested if anyone had read a guide. There was a minute fear that Lew's choice of statistics may haunt him in future endeavors, after all, and a guide would at least help him choose the correct class. And so, Lew waited for anyone to speak up, unknowingly leaving the window open for further hi-jinks to ensue...</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- "OH!" Her tail was twitching erratically with excitement."Does that mean everyone's here? Uh... Even with the strange thingies you guys got going on there. I'm Theresa, but call me Ari. Full name Ari Reina Caladis." Looks like the stats do affect a whole lot of your character. Not that Theresa paid much mind to it; she just wanted to have fun after all. "Ah right, maybe there's a tutorial place here somewhere." She responded when Mag mentioned items and classes. "Hold on, I'll go ask around." She haven't read a guide, nor has she seen a handbook with her purchase, other than the one detailing installation procedures and troubleshooting. Obviously the best step then was to ask around. Flagging down a passing player, she contained her excitement long enough to make her voice sound polite. "Excuse me, do you know where we should go for a tutorial, or getting starting stuff?" Ari gestured broadly towards the group. "We've just gotten started you see, and we're a little lost as to what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ ___________________ "Raiman and ... hm... Oh, then you're that -" kind of good looking older guy, Amelia's brain supplied, "- dude with the brother," her mouth said. Yikes. She inwardly cringed, but her avatar forced a smile onto his face. As Calace approached and Raime offered her a hand, Amelia considered her own stats. They were also pretty evenly spread out. If she'd neglected some of them, would she have ended up the same way? What the hell, isn't that a little too realistic? Theresa spoke up and she looked over at the cat-girl. Gosh she was super cute, Amelia kind of wished she went that route with her own character. "I think that's everyone! Calace, Mags, Ray, Kriz, Lew..." she counted each user off, pointing to them in turn. She hesitated at Amulak, but from his accent she figured he was that ex-pro gamer, "...Stanis, you, and me! Or... no, there a few missing...? Oh well, this many is pretty great for the first time logging in." The red head's smile morphed into a much larger grin. "Ari it is! It's probably cooler to go by in-game names anyway... so I guess everyone can call me Ames! ...oh wait, duh, I'm Amelia by the way! As for my avatar... uh, well, it is what it is!" Amelia - or, Ames - laughed at her own fumbled words. It was strange, her first foray into the game with this loose group of friends was going less than swimmingly, but she was still having fun. With the introduction out of the way, she offered her own game insights. "I thought it would be more fun to dive in head first, so I didn't read up on anything... if I knew it might hurt my character I definitely would of. My stats are pretty much the same as Raime's and I feel fine." To demonstrate she did a few jumping jacks in place before shrugging. Once Ari grabbed a random person to question, Ames turned back to the less fortunate players. "Don't worry, we won't leave you guys behind or use you as clubs."</s>	<\|message\|>Jokson Verdona Kriz took Raime's hand as he was helped up. Though he was still pretty strung out from the whole incident it was obvious that his condition had stabilized, on the outside that's what he seemed like. But truth be told even after being given medical attention from his online friend Kriz still felt a troubling tightness in his chest, breathing felt difficult and his muscles tensed and cramped with each breath. Distractions would soon arise thankfully. Kriz made his way closer to the group with slow haggard steps, each placement of his foot carefully balanced and patient to accustom himself to the weight of his body. The conversation about looking up guides or reading instructions arose, which he honestly couldn't contribute to. He was in the same boat as many, having played many similar games in the past rooted confidence in his mind and so he ignored any information about the game other than some item drop stats that people had posted online. It was his loss for taking that route, and others as well. "I'll definitely be needing some help leveling as well, living beatstick or otherwise." The rock that Lew had discretely walked on over to and touched looked like a good resting point. Kriz really wanted to sit down and lean against something to support his back, standing was getting real exhausting real fast, so he did. Slow and steadily he made baby steps towards the keystone walking past the others and breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. When he finally reached the stone, he turned and dropped to his tuchus with a rustled thump into the grass. And he'd slide himself to press his back to the smooth mineral surface of the object that really did stand out to Kriz. Kriz's eyes lit up like the 4th of July, especially when he saw the Ranger class. It was exactly what he was looking for, he played archery classes in most roleplaying games and didn't really want to deviate from that. He without a second thought reached out and selected the class, maybe the endurance modifier would even fix his broken body or something?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- "Wow..." Raymond said for the nth time as he stood there with Minerva. Gawking at the foreign sky above him with a child-like wonder in his eyes. He was unsure how long he had stood there in character creation with the AI administrator, but even before he had started the game, his expectations had well gone above and beyond his expectations. Francis wasn't kidding when he said this game was nothing like any game ever before. "This is gonna be loads of fun. I'm sure of it." he said to nobody in particular. =1 hour Earlier...= "Yes, I googled the instructions...no, there are no lights that indicate if the helmet is on or not...ugh, fine. I'll see if the wires are connected well." A tall man spoke onto the smartphone he held between his ear and shoulder while tinkering with the strange-looking helmet device. It had been closing time and for the diner and the package his brother insisted on him getting had been delivered sometime in the morning while the morning rush of customers was at full swing. Now after the last customer had left the premises and Ray had helped his parents and grandparents perform the closing routine, he was off to the second floor. Straight to his room so that he could unbox the Full Dive Device and the game card containing his copy of Cacophony Concord he bought along with it. After wiggling some loose wires into place and clamping them secure to the FDD and plugging its power cord into the socket once again, the helmet came to life. "There we go. Now we can get down to business. Yeah, I'm sure. It'll be fun trying to find you in-game. Like a treasure hunt but with people...Yeah yeah. Take care little bro. And for God's sake, take a bath more often. There's practically a second skin of filth on you last time you visited, buddy." Ray laughed as his little brother tried to defend himself. They soon dropped the call and Ray was sitting on his bed before he loaded the FDD with the game card before placing the helmet on. He was immediately sent to the main hub of the FDD console where, after making his profile and customizing the main hub to his liking, he began running the game. =Present Time...= "Oh sorry. Right making a character." Ray finally snapped back to virtual reality and began making his character avatar for the game. He wasn't sure what to do when it prompted him if he wanted to upload a picture or not, so he opted not to. Instead, the game gave him a character with a strikingly similar look to what he looked like in real life. "Woah. That's amazing. It's like looking at a mirror...but I'm naked in the reflection. Uhh...user name is Raime Braun. Race is Human. Height is 189 cm. Weight is 90kg. Voice pitching is zero. No decorations. Just give me some starting clothes for appearance." With that the window containing his naked avatar, switched out to an ability screen where he could allocate 80 points to whatever he so pleases him. "Uhh, just put ten points in everything. I'll decide on a build later." [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NoneIt then moved away before another window opened itself. "User experience, huh? I don't know much about that but, keep it as realistic as possible." Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: ManualAnd the window disappeared as soon as the system placed the configuration to the desire of the player. "If thats done and over with, I suppose I'm ready to play the game."</s> <\|message\|>Jokson Verdona _________________________________________________________________ Weeks upon weeks of waiting would finally pay off for the dirty college kid holed up in his dorm. Cacophony Concord Placing the headset upon his scalp and over his eyes Jok would come to find the inspirational cutscene with breathtaking environment tours and giant boss mob previews. If all of the reviews were correct, this would be the greatest game that graced this generation. The disheveled hair atop his head stuck to his brow as his body temperature climbed and his weak heart pumped hot blood straight into his head. Screw Uni, he was going to play this game until he fell unconscious from the lack of food and sleep. Soon he'd find himself standing upon the floor of some pocket dimension in the company of a giant black owl. It introduced itself as an administrator for the game created for the purpose of guiding the player through the beginning experience, and then began firing out a number of statements and questions that would indeed guide him toward the character creation process. The character creation window was lunacy. Sliders that were both complicated to use, but also so diverse that you could literally make yourself look however you wanted. Jok took a long time perfecting his virtual self, adjusting his facial structure, changing his hair color to white, turning himself into a very stereotypical pretty boy. When it got into the gameplay customization Jok's eyebrows raised nearly to the top of his forehead. There were some that made total sense and others that just, why? He reluctantly made his selections before finally reaching the naming option, which was always some variation of the same he used in every game he played. "Are there any tips and tricks you could offer, Mr. Owl?" "Do as you please, just be aware of consequence." "Ah, so player agency is a thing." "Spread your status points, the difficult content in the early game will call for versatility." "Too late for that." "Farming basic enemies is more efficient for experience. While bosses are preferred for loot." "That's very useful. Thank you, Mr. Owl" With his questions answered he finalized the creation of Krizantemë and pressed the button completing this step of the initial player experience. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele As soon as Lew began his first trek into this strange, new world, he was absolutely astounded at what was before him. Truly the marketing for Cacophony Concord did not lie! In particular, the vast display of the various monsters of this world brought a great sense of interest to Lew. The thought of potentially being up close and personal with them filled Lew with a sense of optimism and excitement that he hadn't felt since he was a child. Of course, these detailed models also would mean that any monster girls Lew would run into would be just as magnificent, if not moreso. These thoughts filled Lew with a different, more adult form of optimism and excitement. Soon, the cinematic began to die down to a collage of flashing lights and explosions before a proper introduction was made by a very over-sized owl. Lew couldn't help but scrutinize this creature in detail, his interest in this game's fauna increasing. Aside from his own degenerate interests, Lew always had a genuine interest in animals, both real and fantastical. The joy of observing their behavior and studying their different traits, understanding what makes them different from humans... Such things brought a sense of joy and fulfillment to Lew. Sadly, Lew's admiration of this game's art was quickly interrupted with his own naked form. Taking a moment to study each meticulous slider, Lew decided the easiest thing to do was to just make himself look more idealized. The first thing Lew worked on was his height, ramping it up to a full six feet so he isn't stuck at the humiliating halfway mark to manhood in-game. Next up was to make himself look more worldly and wise, definitely older than how he actually is. The end product was... not fantastic, but satisfying enough and arguably better than what he looked like in real life. Next was the attributes. Average was always safe, but Lew felt that specializing in some way would help him go through the early game more easily in order to reach his true goal. In the end, he settled with a build that would rely on simply being hard to kill to some degree. The idea of manipulating the forces of magic was not of any true concern or interest for Lew, and magical defense would be easily made up with either equipment or perhaps something he'd develop later down the line. As for dealing damage, Lew figured it would be much better to learn the game's mechanics and intricacies by outlasting his opponents, especially early on. In that regard, it was a godsend that Endurance ended up being both the skill for durability and recovery. Weapon skills didn't matter too much as he aimed to something simple but reliable at first, like a spear. As for the user experience? Well, it's just what one would suspect if they knew Lew on a personal level. [Upload Image? Y/N] j-just imagine i didnt Username: Lugh Dysphoria Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 182 cm Weight: 81 kg Voice Pitching: -15 Decorations: Right eye is crimson red. Left eye has a singular scar and is colored to appear as if the eye has been blinded even though it most certainly isn't. Of course none of this matters as his bangs seem to be covering his left eye at most times. Appearance: Contrary to what the image may suggest, he has two arms. One just happens to be longer than the other by, like, an inch.HP – 10 (100) MP – 1 (10) SP – 8 (80) STR – 9 AGI – 12 END – 30 DEX – 5 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 4% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Alys Kaleigh [Mentions] @Versa@GreenGoat@Yankee --- Ah, the sight was so wonderful- now was the time to immersed in the wonderful world had finally cometh. It was only a matter of time before Calace was the most recognized healer in all of CacoCon "Wait a minute, I am overbearingly tired." Calace squeaked out, her voice chirping into a whisper as speaking itself was quite exhausting. She took a deep breath, her bright purple baubles in each socket investigating the figures around her- absorbing their features and mannerisms as well. Some of them had traits that were familiar, others didn't trigger any flags, but that "phrase" was said and it instantly cleared all reservations. Calace took a few steps towards the group that already began intermingling among each other- particularly the gal with animal traits and the red-haired studmuffin. But it was very quickly apparent that even simple steps through the short grass, even with her small lighter features, was such a draining venture that she began to breathe heavily similarly to the white-haired boy on the floor. "This is- not enjoyable. Would one of you mind carrying me? Preferably whichever of you placed the most points in Endurance." Her face was flushed from that long-ass sentence, she needed to figure out how to raise her stats like- yesterday. Calace had a very desperate look on her face, a flattened frown with eyes that clearly spelled out "h e l p m e" as well as trembling arms and legs. It was a pitiful sight- laughably so, and were they not acquaintances they'd probably ridicule her. It should have been obvious to them, she basically made the same idealized character in every MMO she played. "It's [Calace], by the way." She winced at her own introduction, and feigned a cheery gesture with a peace sign over her right eye. Smooth.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Weather or not Kriz took his hand to help him up, he would turn to face the player who had run up to them asking if they were still in any danger. "Ah, thanks for the concern but I think the worst has passed." Raime reassured the concerned player that things would be alright from now onwards...maybe. "Now that you mention it. Maybe. Does the user names: Raiman and Frankiestien ring a bell?" Raime told Ames his and his brother's usernames for the majority of the social media platforms they use. Though, unlikely as it may be, perhaps they had managed to create their characters and spawn in at the same time. "Oh yeah. The passphrase thingy. Uhh...' Snakes don't have limbs and that's bad' ? Or something along the lines of it." Raime said with little confidence as he had worked the whole day and kinda jumbled up his memory of last night when they discussed the passphrase. It was around that time that Calace made herself known to the others present. "I dunno who has the highest stats for Endurance, but all my stats are at 10 if that helps." He says while offering the small girl a literal shoulder to lean on. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Stanislaw/Amulak [Accent Select: Slavic] [Accent Strength: 125%] The moment Slanislaw opened his eyes, he realized he'd fucked up. As it stood, it was hard to even move, taking a ridiculous amount of effort to even take a few steps. So...he'd probably minmaxed way too hard for character creation, and this was how the game system punished it. If nothing else, he had to give the devs props for sheer creativity. This was one way to deal with minmaxers. Still, considering the amount of stat points he would get as he leveled, and the fact that a stat of ten was a human average, he'd probably only need a few levels to pump his dumped stats back to an average rating before going straight back into his build. A thud next to him told Stanislaw that he hadn't been the only one who'd goofed. Just not as hard as that one. Glancing over with concern, he examined the collapsed player among the group he'd spawned with, relaxing slightly once someone else had helped him. Upon hearing the password they'd """agreed""" on (more like forced on), he realized that they'd at least all spawned with each other. Impressive, considering the timezone difference among the rather international group. Still, one glance at...Calace told him that they at least shared the same problem. "I am having similar problem to Calace," Amulak groaned, his thick Slavic accent coming through. "Perhaps having big dump stat was shit idea. Will probably need help leveling to deal with this."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross The city state's revelries made for an interesting opening. It reminded her of another story. Probably an MMO that she played a long time ago, not that it mattered. But it wasn't quite the time to celebrate. They had gameplay to go through. The discord community she entered with would soon come, and with sharing of a password (or really just asking who was who), they'd party up and start up something to do. And she was immediately beset by hilarity. As they all logged on at about the same time, the entire place went to shit instantly. Two of them were already exhausted, while two more were on the ground crippled. Instantly, Mags started to chuckle. Just as fast as it came, that chuckle turned into a chortle, then her practically falling to the ground laughing. Those two goofs managed to put zero in all of their human being stats. Even more hilarious was one of them trying to help. Like clockwork, they went for chest compressions, dealing damage to the man as his glass bones crumbled with every pulse of the life saving maneuver. With her wiping off a virtual tear from her face, she calmed down a bit. With the secret code being spoken, Mags went to go see the rest of the discord group. "Sup nerds," the first words came out of her mouth. She looked over the memes of characters. Most of them seemed to have their heads in order and put in average stats, which was good. With Calace and the Slav asking for serious help, Mags offered a devilish solution. "Worst comes to worse, we can use the gimps as big clubs, yea?" "It's Mags." Her introduction was quick and dirty. After all, she was the source of all of the shitpost images. Most of them. The "good" ones, at least. She didn't think too hard about the wish fulfillment characters of the others. After all, she was (at least somewhat) apart of that camp too. After all, who wouldn't want to be an ikemen or bishoujo in the virtual world. She did, however, judge the neko. Quite heavily, in fact. "We should probably see if it's possible to get a class and some gear first thing." She didn't actually know the process of getting a basic class. She preferred to go into things blind. Prog on raids, new MMOs, everything. The less information, the better for her. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in without any gear and die. She actually wanted to go in fists blazing, but she didn't know if any of the others could hold their own. So that means it's time to, bat-data-daa, ask around for information. Unless one of you read a guide."</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele Before Lew could investigate the Keystone, an approaching screech followed by his own name being called out quickly drew his attention away. Appearing in front of him appeared to be another player, one taking the shape of a catgirl. Lew was unaware if there happened to be more than one race to choose during character creation, or if this was the result of the game's interesting image upload feature. However, what Lew was sure about was this person had fine tastes. Catgirls are a classic staple, no matter how basic they may seem, and their company is always appreciated. What really caught Lew by surprise was when the catgirl had introduced herself with a name Lew happened to be familiar with. Seeing that it truly was one of his compatriots, the only reply Lew could muster was a stoic thumbs up with pride welling in his eyes. Soon, everyone else from the group slowly began to gather, some more crippled than others. As a few of them began to make their plight known to the rest, Lew had only just pondered on the mechanics behind this game's statistics. If having a low number in certain parameters would result in gaffs such as these to happen, and if "10" happened to be the equivalent of an average human, Lew could only begin to ponder the implications of having a high statistic in any stat would be. "Wait a minute. Would this mean I'm the only one here who decided to boost their END to a high amount?" Lew asked himself aloud, deep in thought. "I didn't even think 30 would be that big of a difference... I suppose that would make me the 'tank', then. Unfortunate, but bearable" The mentioning of classes and items quickly brought Lew out of his trance, instinctively continuing his march towards the Keystone. Lew had placed his hand on it, and... Curiously, Lew scrolled through the various options given to him. However, it seemed that based on the group's needs, it would be in Lew's best interest to choose the one class that would actually allow him to help his allies overcome their challenges. And so, Warrior was selected. Being much hardier with an increase to both HP and END was one thing, but more importantly, Lew's STR was right on the marker. With a whopping 10 STR, now he'll have the weight of a perfectly normal man behind his swings. Before he made his selection, he turned back to the group, crossing his arms. Of course, despite learning all this vital information from just touching a fancy rock, Lew had decided to withhold the fruits of his labor from his allies. Not out of any malice, but because he was also interested if anyone had read a guide. There was a minute fear that Lew's choice of statistics may haunt him in future endeavors, after all, and a guide would at least help him choose the correct class. And so, Lew waited for anyone to speak up, unknowingly leaving the window open for further hi-jinks to ensue...</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 110/110 --- "Huh, is that so? Thanks for the information and the tea." Raime says to the ponytailed NPC before fishing out a couple of silver coins and laying them just beside his empty cup. Standing up, Raime would give the NPC a polite bow of the head before leaving the calm and serene of the shop and back into the streets. Making a mental note to visit a bank to exchange some of his silver coins for Rishi. Banks ought to have money changers here just like in the real world right? Upon crossing the shop's threshold, he noticed that his companions that could barely stand and walk were now looking much better now with the talismans on their person. "I guess this means everyone is feeling good now?" It was around this point he noticed that Ames and Amulak were gone, but that didn't bother him as he knew she likely went back to bring the talismans to their more severely debilitated friends back at spawn and Amulak had no existing tendencies to sow chaos on a whim. The fact that Mags was gone as well? That bothered him. Raime scratched his head in both confusion and mild annoyance. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" Please God, for the sake of everything that is good in the world, don't let her be doing something stupid. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: Scout Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 18 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 Rather than getting a fight, Mags got something more in line with what a toddler would receive: strict reprimands. No, she received nothing but scorn for her attempts to streamline the process of unlocking the brawler class. Really, the giant being such a coward kinda hurt. The fact that he was going to offer up the entirety of his starter stipend to not get into a fight made Mags almost consider taking it. The thug class did sound pretty entertaining... No. It was too difficult to do this early on. She'd also have to wipe someone down to 20% HP, which was easy. She could have just beaten up probably Amulak. The difficult bit was stealing 10 more silver and then running it down to Thunderstruck Grove to find a hideout. She'd continue to try to get brawler, for now. Though that twenty silver was enticing... Wait. She had a better plan. If those cowards REFUSED to fight her with goading, she'd just move to the next emotion: embarassment. With the same amount of energy as a toddler that chugged fifty hours worth of energy and didn't get the toy they wanted, Mags started to thrash on the ground in a wicked tantrum. "I just want to fight!" She whined with the verisimilitude of a failed playwright. Bad acting, certainly. But she was making a scene. Though, after a few moments of thrashing, she essentially gave up. Less of being embarrassed at her own actions and more being bored at how indirect the baby method was. After coiling her legs into her torso and rocking onto her shoulders, she kicked up with a push from her hands. Quickly back on her feet, she made another general threat to the group. "If I don't get my brawler unlocking fight, I swear to god I'll throw a steel chair into the crowd. As we all know from award winning documentary The Boondocks, it's an event that'll only end up in a complete riot." She paused for a brief moment. "Old show, don't worry about it."</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A location, an objective and a reason to do it. This was how adventures started wasn't it? By small errands and tests, then onto larger endevours like dragon slaying and fighting a deranged evil old man on top of an apocalyptic machine fortress. "I understand. I'll help, and these gu- eh?" She faltered noticing the lack of other people. Did most of them already leave? "Ah, maybe just me then huh? I'll try to help old man. If I don't get back here at all, then I'd have failed." Well, from the instructions they were given, Ari surmised that the rest of the group must be at the frogmen's location already. Having cooled off a little from the shock of noticing they had been left behind by the rest of the team, she naturally wanted to get a bit more stuff before going on that heist. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" "I don't know. Maybe they went ahead towards the frogs?" Jumping up and down experimentally a few times, Ari stretched, her tail stretching at the same time. "Lets go there too. They might already be getting a whole pile of stuff." Like a bow stave losing its string, she sprang towards the direction of the frogs. "Cmon! I'll race you both!"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele Between the beefcake's surrender, Amulak's protests, and finally Kriz's unceremonious logging off, the situation did indeed devolve into an awkward one. Not that Lew felt any shame in the situation, anyway. His interception was made mainly to defend the clearly crippled Kriz from a terrifying domino effect, not necessarily "gang up" on another player, especially one who now clearly shows no malicious intent. If anything, Lew was quite pleased with the situation. It seems that having an END difference this massive at least puts him in a clear advantage over other players of his level. Still, this little experiment was not enough to answer just how well leveling END would be for him in the long run. "Sorry about that. One of our friends is a bloodthirsty idiot who would have caused one of our other friends to evaporate had I not stood my ground there." Lew stated to Klein, believing that his light shove was indeed a full-fledged tumble that Lew had easily absorbed. "It seems he logged off, though. Probably couldn't withstand being statistically disadvantaged. By the way, if your Strength or Endurance happen to be less than '10', you could easily fix that by purchasing a talisman from an old squatter up the road, if I remember correctly." With enough pleasantries exchanged to hopefully clear that misunderstanding, Lew turned to the keystone once again. Inspired by his own 'monstrous' physique in comparison to a player who looked more beastly than himself, Lew had made a new search inquiry, one that would likely set him on a path he could never turn back from... NO RESULTS Clicking his tongue in annoyance, it seems that Lew would indeed be gated towards the path of the Samurai. If you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em. Lew once more began to think of the Samurai's different class requirements. The 'Max SP' requirement was the easiest. Lew just needed to level up once and drop two points into SP. The part about facing five ogres in solo combat? Based on her past and present actions, Lew could only wonder if Mags counted as an 'ogre' for the sake of meeting these requirements... No, she is nothing compared to the beauty that was the Ogre Smith he ran into in his earlier venture. Speaking of Mags, the last requirement would likely be the hardest if the group had to keep Mags in check most of the time. Normally Lew didn't care about his online reputation as it's in no way linked to his personal or professional one, but between the crowd that began to form along with with one of Mags' famous temper tantrums, Lew could only feel the shame that was directed towards him. And with that shame came a revelation. "Very well, you'll get your fight." Untying the swords from his belt, Lew stepped away from the keystone, tossing his sheathed blades near Ames' feet. Lew had already noticed there weren't any guards gathering at the time, but in case he was arrested, he could at least trust Ames to hold onto his newly acquired weapons. Standing at about six or seven feet away from Mags, Lew turned towards the adult-sized toddler before stepping into some sort of exaggerated fighting stance. "I, Lew Duv-..." Damned screen names. "I, Lugh Dysphoria, accept your challenge with honor and dignity!" While a public fight between level zero noobs isn't exactly good publicity, it's at least enough for Lew's name to be noticed and recognized. Hopefully this fight would go on long enough for Mags to meet her class requirements. Lew wasn't exactly worried of getting hurt either, and this could indeed be a good test to see how well his END would fare against actual damage. "Oh, right, no nut-shots or we remove your custom emote privileges." Lew remarked casually. Just what kind of Discord server doesn't have any custom emotes, anyway?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A high pitched scream reverberated across the area, coming from no more than the overexcited catgirl as she just about did a little victory jig. "EEEE! We did it! That was so cool I'm about to explode!" Her face scrunched up immediately upon seeing their loot however. She... didn't want to touch even the coins. "I.. suppose someone should hold on to those?" Shoving the piece of fabric back into her pockets quickly before anyone takes a longer look at it, she started on her grass rope again, while looking for a nice round hefty stone. "Ah, Lew, can you lend me one of your weapons for a moment? I'm going to try something, see if it works."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross She lived. She couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad luck that pretty much every instance of damage she took another 22 points of damage like that. Being ragdolled by an oversized toad wasn't a fun time. Thankfully, the time she bought was worth it. Rather than taking a spine-buster and crumbling into dust, Mags was thrown onto the ground in a familiar pose. By the time Mags managed to rise up, the bulk of the combat had finally ended. Klein became radiant, making Mags somewhat jealous of those sick arm tats. Those absolutely screamed brawler tough guy. Shame that he got them, really. Well, not really a shame since when the radiant light vanished, Klein looked considerably less eviscerated. Mags was there, battered and bruised, and that man just managed to heal himself. Well, that just meant Mags was the one who lost the most out of all of them. She had the highest health pool out of the entire group, yet somehow she was the least healthy. Such was the life of a brawler, especially when they didn't have any sort of healer. Maybe she'd spec into some form of healing. Some kind of monk type, inner ki technique shit. A slam slim Kharazim, if one would. When she capped out brawler, though. She wasn't about to lose her levels just so she could fill in a role this early. Luckily, those levels came with something important: being refreshed. Her resources were refreshed quickly, so the game's mechanics rescued her from death's door. Important to know, really. She allocated her points in an appropriate manner for a brawler. HP, STR, and some more AGI. Endurance was a good stat, but only if she was getting hit. Which she was. A lot. But she also wanted to punch a kappa's head straight off. HP: 140 >> 170 STR: 10 >> 27 AGI: 11 >> 15 The corpse of a brawler slid towards the loot like a gremlin. "Mmmmmmind if I roll... NEED?" By the time she slithered on over, she was already trying to stuff the loot into her bag. She'd make the choice of putting on the loincloth at a later date. It was +5 extra strength or so, after all. --- Lv. 4 HP: 187/187 (170) + 10% SP: 100/100 (100) MP: 30/30 (30) STR – 31 (27) + 15% \| AGI – 15 (15) \| END – 13 (12) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10)</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:110/110 \| MP: 116/116 \| SP: 121/121 --- "Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash." Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 110 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 116 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 121 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 22 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 11 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 21 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.4 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 80/80 MP 10/10 --- Lew took a knee, folding an arm and wiping the kappa blood off of his wakizashi with his sleeve. Retrieving his other fallen blade and returning them both to his sheathes, Lew glanced over to Klein, who had seemed to have produced something interesting. Despite his sacrifice, it seemed he wasn't dead, either. At the same time, Lew didn't recall Klein taking any classes. Was this a special class, or did he unlock that early on? In any case, Lew took Klein's heroic sacrifice to heart, and gave the giant a nod of respect before standing up to face the rest of his allies. Lew didn't care too much about the loot. It would have built up over time, either way. After a bit of grinding, the group would have more than enough coin to buy what they need. As for leveling up, Lew could allocate his stats later. He planned to head to town first anyway to check on his progression. Instead, Lew was more concerned about those needing to play catch-up. While they did level up, Lew knew that the allocation wasn't equal. Some of them didn't even take any jobs! As a matter of fact, one of the biggest offenders of this cardinal sin seemed to call to him to ask for one of his swords. Lew slowly turned to Ari, giving her an ominous and very scary look. Untying the wakizashi from his daisho, he slowly approached his catty companion before grabbing her by one of the cat ears. "You can borrow my sword after we get you a Class, first. I don't want any of us behind just yet, anyway. Lew lectured Ari, before turning to everyone else. "I'm going to head to town, get Ari a class, and maybe do some searching for any future prospects for us. I do have a few more keystone queries I want to make, anyway. If you guys want to continue grinding, feel free. We can meet up at the keystone if we're all still online when you're done, or you all can just ping me on our Discord." Finally, Lew turned to Klein. "You can join us if you want. I don't recall you taking a class either, but those new tattoos of yours and that figure that appeared us for a bit... Wait, did the game just give you a stand? Uh, disregard that. If you want to head to town and grab a Class with us in case you aren't getting any XP, feel free to. If not, send me an add over on Discord. Lew D.#1713." Once all that talking was done, Lew dragged Ari back to town, still holding onto her ear like a parent pulling away a misbehaving child.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) Beneath The Bridge, near a Gambling Den. HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her tail withered a bit at the revelation that the front entrance leads directly towards a rather populated room, instead of whatever she had imagined a hidden area would be. Gambling was it? She had played with cards before and understood how dies worked, but she wasn't any hardened gambler used to putting their life on the line. The option of bluffing her way inside wasn't the best option, but perhaps one she could try if other options failed her. And the other options were... sneaking around for another entrance. The strange buzzing feeling from the base of her tail to the tips of her ears was intensifying, and with it the fur on her tail growing fuzzier and fuzzier. As long as she didn't have to enter the river itself... Padding around and away from the front entrance, she started looking around for any where for an alternate entrance, paying special attention to the smaller animals and insects. Who knows, a rat might lead to a hidden entrance she overlooked.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 230/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Haha, whoops. Mags accidentally aggroed an honor bound martial artist. Good and bad parts to it. The good being that the rest of the party was likely safe. Likely being if the frog hadn't planned to kill them all, of course. They could probably return to town alive. The bad news, of course, was Mags was locked into a fight, possibly to the death. She might get out if she prostrated and made like a coward, but she wasn't a coward. No, she had a powerful thing called an ego. Something at the back of her mind that whispered "Do it, no balls. Beat up an overgrown pollywog." Well, now was a good time to fully limit test what 53 strength, 20 agility, and 23 endurance did to someone. "Run away or watch, I don't care," she told the rest of the party, refusing to take her eyes off of the frog. "it's time for me to duel." Reciprocating the frogman's gesture, Mags mirrored his motion of respect and took her stance. One leg forward, fists at the ready by her forehead. Rather than wait for any sort of move from the frog, she quickly leapt for the first strike. With all of the strength that her level ups had given her, she drove her foot deep into the ground, propelling her entire body forward. With all of the strength and weight that level 9 body of hers could muster, she threw a brutal left straight directly at the frog man's chest as she cut to its outside. More specifically, she aimed her punch at where she thought its liver was. Mags didn't actually know if her high school biology dissections carried over to biped amphibians. If the frogman fought with fists like hammers, Mags would fight with arms like spears. Well, that was if she was in her wheelhouse. She might have been fighting with pointy twigs, if it was really a world boss.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:160/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 176/176 --- Raime's eyes never left the froggy behemoth even as it returned Mag's bow. For a moment, Raime thought that they had just avoided the confrontation. That is until the creature entered a combat stance reminiscent of what the martial artists do in the old-timey kung fu flicks. There was no turning back now. Even more so when Mags had a suicidal determination to fight this creature. "Ah, for fuck's sake, Mags!" The scout managed to say before the person in question launched her attacks against the frogman martial artist. Raime gives the monster a quick bow to signify his taking part of the fight, before activating [Zoned In]. Time slowed in Raime's perspective, allowing him to take aim at what he assumed to be any creature's weak point. The head. With near superhuman speed, Raime let loose 4 bolts at the 'boss' creature's slimy face. Regardless of the distance between him and the frogman, he would then keep moving around the area. To both steer clear of melee range and, gain better vantage points to shoot from. If this creature really was an area boss, then at least the chances of success would increase ever so slightly now that it was two against one. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 5 ---</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:200/200 MP:250/250 SP: 50/50 150 HP -> 200 HP 200 MP -> 250 MP 9 STR -> 10 STR 10 AGI -> 15 AGI 10 END -> 15 END 10 LUC -> 13 LUC A few more levels later, and Amulak smiled, starting to pump his stats across the board. He probably could have gotten away with not pumping AGI yet, but the sheer appeal of fast reaction times to a Starcraft player was too much to pass up, considering he'd have to micromanage minions eventually. For now, this was a good stepping stone. He didn't know how many levels it would take yet, but he'd start in earnest towards earning the Necromancer class as soon as he could meet those requirements. The aspiring necromancer turned to start chatting with his party members, but stopped in his tracks at what he beheld. "Gero gero." "Ribbit." It was...was that the frog boss from Nioh? Holy shit, that thing was massive! For an instant, the player behind the avatar actually felt a measure of alarm, and god damn if that wasn't the biggest amount of praise he could give for a MMO. A world with a feeling of life and an actual sense of danger? This was exactly what he was here for. Amulak was already firing up a Mana Control to pump his spells, even as he beheld Mags walking up and bowing to the thing like an honorable martial artist. Which...turned out to draw its aggro. Yeah, sure. That made sense. Bushido or whatever Japanese trope like most of those entire region of the map had. Either way, as Mags engaged it, Amulak gave a barking laugh at the thought that they'd actually flee from this. "We not running, Mags!" He cried out, starting the incantation for a Mana Control boosted Magic Bolt even as Raime fired at the frog with his crossbow. "Rest of us appreciate loot and experience too! Nioh ripoff fuck!" Amulak bellowed the last phrase as his incantation, sending his projectile flying at the frog's flank.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew kept his head low as he collected his silver pieces, avoiding eye contact as he made his way out of the ogre smit's shop. He was disappointed that he locked himself out of one route as he made his way to the Shin-Yu temple, but soon slowly began to cheer himself up once he began to think of other monstrous wives he could conquer with his new upcoming profession. After all, his knowledge of moon runes was enough for him to know that priests of Eastern traditions specialize in capturing monsters. Clearly this is just Lew naturally growing to the setting around him, anyway. One cannot grow as a man or a lover without heartbreak, after all. Whatever awaited Lew at Shin-Yu temple, he would be open to receiving. It was his intention to devote himself to training in whatever they offered, spending his time learning while his friends spent theirs leveling. Perhaps dedicating some time there will allow him to reach the Kekkaishi class quickly, or perhaps he may learn of another profession that could also impact his party well. After all, it seems they are in need of another supporting fighter rather than a tank or damage dealer, and it seems this temple may teach Lew the ways of the priesthood. In any case, Lew believed it was best to approach this new path with an open mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Mags was wrong. The frog was just strong enough to not even have to give a shit about Mags. The kick that could shatter the bones of an ordinary man sent her further than a direct collision by a 2003 Ford Fiesta. Even at 10% pain, she could feel her innards liquefy and slosh around. Had she not invested in health and endurance, she would have just crumbled into dust right then and there. She couldn't even think as she went flying through the air, nor could she think as her battered body skipped more times than a human should. The cold water brought her back to her senses. If this was some sort of anime, the scene would unfold beautifully. She'd open her eyes underwater. A vast blue, only changing as the sun penetrated the surface. In front of her would be some sort of spiritual symbol. A younger version of herself. The friends she made along the way. Her drowning corpse. The frog itself. Something that'd give a philosophy lesson to her. Unlock her hidden potential. Ka ka kachi daze and enter ultra instinct. Something along those lines. A life changing moment that'd completely change the flow of a fight. Instead, she got a fish that quickly swam away. It wasn't even a large one. It was like a sardine. Ruining the moment of solemn introspection saved only for the protagonists in dire straits, Mags didn't swim in the river water. She didn't exactly know how to. Her body felt heavier in the water, more so than in real life. The fat she had in real life was pretty buoyant, after all. She chose to walk along the bottom of the river, back into the fight. She could have easily left the fight. Told her friends that the kick knocked her out and she floated down the river. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't let herself. Not because she'd be sentencing them to death, of course. Fuck 'em, they could die. No, this was 100% pure ego. Running away would make her a baby back bitch. She emerged from the water as mad as ever. Pounding her own chest and yelling back at the group. "Lightweight, baby! Lightweight!" Came her warcry, a response from being hit so hard that she was sent skipping. It wasn't lightweight at all. Picking up a rock from the riverbank, she quickly pitched it towards the overgrown frog. Instantly, she turned to taunts. Her face contorted into a bizarre facsimile of a frog doing the same exact facsimile of a human smile he was doing. It wasn't exactly accurate, but it'd probably get the picture. Next, she did the chicken dance again. What once worked on Ames and the others (it didn't) had to work on the frog. Finally, she took pose. A martial stance reminiscent of the strongest martial artist in the world. One arm down. One held tight beside the face. Body angled. Only two words came to mind. Tiger. Drop.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- "Eeeeeh~?" She looked at the guard incredulously. "There's youkai everywhere and a rat stealing my money is unbelievable!? Ah, I can't believe the guards of this place are so unhelpful!" It was time to double down, and deflect blame onto the guard instead. Ari was not the one at fault for trespassing, it was now their fault for not helping her. Whether it worked or not was up in the air, but she was piling lies after lies, so there should be a foundation of which she can fall back to when found like this. After all, if word reaches the group of whose lair she was trying to enter, they would inevitable clam up. "And to call me a kid! Hmph! I get it, I'll go. Bet you'd sneak in and catch the rat to keep my money for yourself once I'm far away too." Ari's heart was beating faster. Was it fear from being found out or having her plan backfire somehow? Or was it from the sheer thrill of her 'stealth' gameplay. She did not know, but it was quite an exhilarating feeling. If there was a sewer system, then there would be another mean of entrance. Surely there can't be only one way to enter the system. She had wanted to go through the grate because it was the fastest route in, but now that she was discovered, a manhole somewhere would be her best bet. Turning around, she walked away as if to take his advice, eyeing the guard as she made her way out of his sight to begin another search.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 110/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 90/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ The look in the frogman's eyes... was it the spirit of a true martial artist? The kind of feeling you could only get a glimpse of in watching two combatants fight, and only fully experience when you were one of those combatants. That look melted away the ice faster than Ames herself ever could, but she was still nervous as a level one noob facing down a gigantic opponent. Thankfully, Magpie in all her malicious glory stole those eyes away from Ames. The warrior swallowed down a weird, foreign feeling of loss that came from nowhere and rushed forward herself, intent on using the opening. The shock of Amulak's spell and the reach of Klein's spear reached the frog first, but Ames was still pushing forward even while their largest party member was getting his skull cracked. When said party member came hurtling towards her, Ames suddenly came to a stop. I am not about to get bowled over again! she thought. Ames gritted her teeth and skidded to a halt, spreading her arms as wide as possible. She used the built up strength of her power attack to catch Klein. Her arms barely made it around the man, but she stayed upright this time even as the two of them slid back from the sheer momentum of Klein being thrown. Once they came to a stop, Ames deposited the man onto the ground. It was really a shame they didn't have any potions or anything like that, but Klein would have to make due with two quick pats on the shoulder before Ames jumped back into the fray. Mags was making some commotion and Raime was... Raime was...?! "What the hell are you doing?!" Ames balked at the man making himself into a missile. It was certainly an impressive sight, but she couldn't see it working out well for him. Maybe she wouldn't be the first of their party to die after all. Aaah morbid thought. Ames raced after Raime, although the other man's speed was greater than hers. While Raime's aim seemed to be just hitting the frog at full force in any way possible, Ames began charging another [Power Attack]. She expected that the agile frog would just dodge Raime's attack, and at the moment Ames would throw a fist at the creature's weak points - the stomach area, striking an organ would be good. She'd dissected enough frogs in high school to roughly know where they ought to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Rather than shocked at the brutal tactic utilized to take out these Immortals, Lew was more impressed than anything. It also helped that his attackers were all animated thanks to his "anime" setting being on. Even then, not much would have shocked him, for he has seen much worse happen in the degeneracy that he normally consumes. All this had shown him was another hidden power of creating barriers in the field in such a matter, which added to his general excitement towards becoming a Kekkaishi. Turning back to the Priestess, he decided to do something less formal as a show of thanks rather than prostrating himself, giving a formal bow instead. "It's quite alright. I only expected such an outcome to occur, as I did do what I did partially to force someone's hand. At the same time, I did wish to, uh... use that beating in order to further my training?" Lew, realizing he's starting to sound weird again, raises himself up and nods in response to her inquiry. "Yes, I do intend to join the faith. Most of my friends are warriors in one way or another, but I am unable to defend them in my current state. I wish to join the temple in order to further my skills in protecting my friends from the monsters roaming the wilds. More specifically, I do wish to begin my training as a... Kekkaishi, was it? It's why I was hoping I would have received a proper beating, as I haven't quite met the threshold yet to reach the class. That said, I'm fine with undertaking whatever occupation you all believe would fit best for me, as I also intend to learn as much as I can from the faith. Please treat me as an empty vessel, willing to be filled with whatever it is you wish to make of me." Lew bowed once more, resisting the urge to apply palm to face once his head was completely down once he realized what he just said.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 180/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough. Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull. She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone. It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 146/176 --- And just like that. It was over. He should have known better. If the frogman could dodge small fast moving projectiles, what chance did he have in landing a hit? But, for what little it mattered, he managed to buy his comrades a little bit more time. He wasn't sure what else happened afterwards. Everything turned white as his body impacted the ground with a dull thud. Raymond would have liked to say that he struggled to keep his consciousness and persistently defied the frogman, but that was contrary to fact. As soon as he hit the ground he was out like a light. His body went deathly still. One could have easily assumed that he had died then and there. But after a few seconds after falling unconscious, the game threw him back into the fray of combat. Drilling his brain with a dizzying amount of pain. Far worse than when he was blow away by the fire punch earlier. He couldn't even scream properly as his injuries left him with his mouth agape. Locked in a soundless scream as a mixture of blood, saliva, mucus filling his nasal passages restricted his vocalizations to gurgles and violent coughing fits where he spat out the vile mixture onto the grass beneath him. With little else to do, he desparately reaches into his pouch to ingest more of the pain killing plant. Even risking an overdose just to stop the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Was there any reason for hesitation? Aside from dropping into a gunk filled sewage river and having her nose shrivel up and fall off her face? Looking around, and noting the direction of where she came from, and the alignment of the drain, Ari used the few feet of rope she had to wedge the monkey's fist into a deformation on the sidewalk. With a confidence reserved only for the foolhardy, she didn't so much jump as turn around and pushed herself out from the edge, using the rope to hopefully swing into the opening.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lady of the Alabaster Scales? Lew stroked his chin as he thought of the ramifications of joining an in-game religion. He didn't think too much of it in the end, however. If this way of life should inhibit his time in the game, the easiest thing to do is to just not play it anymore. That said, there is one thing he needed to know before he joined this group in full... "Lugh Dysphoria." Lew stated his in-game name aloud. "I must ask, though, before we begin... What does the Lady of the Alabaster Scales think about monstrous beings, those both near and far from human?" In any case, Lew awaited the beginning of his training as well as any purchases he needed to make. A staff and possibly some sort of talisman would be ideal, although Lew wondered if talismans worked like ammunition. Would he only be able to buy a few single-use ones, or is it like Raymond's crossbow, capable of being utilized in a generic matter indefinitely?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 136/176 --- He would have thanked Klein and Ames for their concern for him but all he could muster while he was chewing the herb was an uneven bob of his head and a weak arm gesture trying to reassure them somewhat. Ames' outburst regarding his settings garnered a rough and strained titter that was rather short-lived as he had to focus on chewing on the herb. He kept chewing for a handful of seconds as the choking pain he felt turned into a feeling of a rather severe case of nasal congestion. Once again, he has been pulled away from the depths of agony by consuming the helpful little herb. Despite it being only temporary relief. He was thankful to have collected the herbs while eating wild corndogs. Raime stood up from his position and witnessed the party's desperate struggle. Despite the painfully obvious gap in their collective might compared to their opponent's, they still persisted and kept going. Seeing his friends give their one hundred percent and beyond was enough to silence any doubts that whispered in his ear. Who was he to not give his all while everyone else did? For Chrissake, he was a goddamn Moreno. Persistence and tenacity ran in their fucking blood! He picks up his crossbow from the bloodied grass and takes an optimal position close enough to the party so the frogman wouldn't single him out again, but not too far for it to have ample time to react to the bolt going over a forty meters a second. The man would also only make opportunity attacks when the frogman is distracted to increase the likelihood of it actually dealing damage and decreasing its chances of dodging or snatching bolt mid-flight even lower. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She shook off the monkey fist off the sidewalk above, and rewound it around her arm, squinting into the darkness of the culvert beyond. Ari already knew of the general direction of the hideout, but getting there wouldn't be easy in the darkness. Well, it was sure to become more bearable once her eyes got used to the low light, but she suspected she was going to need to rely on her other senses to determine her directions. It was exciting enough that fact she might be standing in a rivulet of waste was more bearable to think of. Perhaps not being able to see very well was a blessing in disguise. She remembered well the atmosphere of the den she was going to infiltrate, the raucous laughter, the jeerings and swears as money changed hands. All she had to do was listen to it to see if she was going in the right direction, keep her sense of direction straight, and not get lost. At least she knew how to escape if she was lost; just stick a hand in the flowing water if it came to that and follow the flow. Ignoring the weird slippery squelchy feeling the floor had, Ari moved briskly towards her goal, careful not to cause more noise than the flow of water did.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded as Shirin explained the faith's beliefs surrounding monsters. It was good that this religion wouldn't get in the way of his goals, especially since they- Wait, did the priestess just say the worship a snakegirl? As Lew made his way into the chambers with Shirin, his suspicions were truly proven correct. It seems the object of this religion's worship is, in fact, a snakegirl. Such prospects filled Lew with a new excitement for religion that he had never once had before. As he was asked to kneel, he had quickly done so, surrendering himself to this higher power. As he had done so, Lew wondered if this afterlife entailed his bones getting crushed... Once his indoctrination was complete, Lew opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't entirely sure what he had experienced, although there was one thing that was certain. Lew felt more free, more liberated from the shackles and expectations of life. Lew was almost sure that if he didn't know this was all a game, he would have definitely converted in real life as well. Bowing his head once more to the idol, Lew sat up straight and turned towards Shirin. "I'm ready for my training, now." Wherever he would be led to, Lew wondered just how he'll be equipped and, more importantly, if he would receive a uniform more fashionable than whatever it is he started with.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 55/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 80/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 19 Bronze Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ As soon as Klein slammed into the sandstone, Ames was free - and never happier to be so. The game righted the warrior after a few tumbles, but once on his feet she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, watching Klein and the frog tussle briefly before - finally - the frogman retreated. Or got bored of them, or was satisfied, whatever. The point was he was gone. Ames let out a great sigh at that. "Jeez." What a sorry state the party was in, but hey, they did it! And all they got to show for it was a token. At least, all Ames got to show for it. A quick glance at her own status screen plainly showed that number which was quickly becoming her least favorite. 1. Level one. Still. She didn't stare long at the screen. Once she closed it, Ames stood up and weakly raised her arms over her head in a low effort cheer. "We did it~ nice job everybody. I can't believe two of you got the cool nucleus-thing already, that's awesome. I'm still level one somehow but whatever." Despite her dismissive words, Ames' tone was a touch annoyed. She brought her arms down and shook them, trying to get some of the creature's residue off of her clothes. "I mean, am I doing something wrong? Did I mess up my character creation? I thought my guy was pretty cute but should I have matched my real life gender? I don't really get what the problem is." As the redhead mused, she removed her avatar's shoes and carefully peeled off not one, but two of the old beggar's talismans from her person. One of them was always meant to go to Kriz, but he hadn't logged back in yet to her knowledge. With these pieces of equipment removed, Ames strode off towards the river nearby, waving Mags' question off with one hand as she passed the brawler by. "I feel disgusting," she announced, "We should meet up with Lew and Ari in the city, and maybe like, get a real bath or something... I'm sure all of you smell as bad as I do right now." Ames wasted no time jumping into the river and washing up just to get the feel of the frogman's slime off of her. When she climbed back out and rejoined the party she was soaking wet, but already seemed to be in a better mood. She glanced at the still bloody Raime. "You need help? Wanna wash your face?"</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 180/180 \| MP: 189/189 \| SP: 198/198 --- It irritated the scout greatly that he was unable to locate any proper lines of sight to get a shot through, but it was understandable in the chaos of fighting against three individuals at the same instance. Though just as he found an opening, a spear ran through the frogman's body and forced it to collapse. A sense of relief washed over the man but considering how easily it handled them, the amphibious martial artist was likely going on to his next phase. Raime kept his crossbow aimed at its still form and, sure enough, it hopped back up to its feet. Raime was about to pull the weapon's trigger when the creature, seemingly satisfied with what sloppy performance they had shown, just smiles and tosses a token before disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Raime was left utterly gobstruck. Despite the vast difference of power between it and them, they still managed to snatch victory in such a bleak situation. The rush of dopamine to his brain as he realized that was beyond rapturous. This rush was beyond any pleasures he'd experienced before. Bold even enough to say that this feeling of attaining victory despite the overwhelming odds was a greater feeling than sex; maybe even better than eating some maple cinnamon rolls after a hard day of working with a warm cup of his favorite tea. God. What a feeling. The effects of the painkiller herbs were still in effect but the feeling of blood in his eyes was an irritating experience regardless. He holstered his weapon before he crawling towards the river when he overheard Ames talking. "It's only a hunch, but maybe its those talismans you have? I mean both you and Amulak have similar issues but he still levels up sometimes. Maybe because he only has one?" The scout says just as he realized how easy it was for him to articulate words despite having his face caved in. Upon further investigation, he realized that he jumped two levels and had regained all lost HP, MP, SP. Raime thanked God and the devs for that mechanic as he still didn't understand how healing worked other than the white herbs that grew near the river was a natural pain killer. Ames then asked if he wanted some help. "Ah. Thank you for the offer Ames, but I'm fine now." As if to emphasize the point he washes away all his blood staining his face and gargles out the blood inside his mouth before offering the red-haired fighter a winning smile before standing up and reuniting with the rest of the party. In the meantime, while the party discussed what they wanted to do next, he allocated his points. One point each to his HP, MP, and SP. The remaining ten would be divided between Agi and Dex. Though he decided that once he soft caped them at 60 each, he would focus on developing the rest of his skills so he could be more well-rounded stat wise. But that was for the future Raime to worry about, present Raime was more concerned with finding the faux catgirl and the man who dragged her off. "Finding them would be a good idea. And getting clean would be nice." Raime finishes as he glances down to look at his once pristine grey jinbei, now covered with dirt, grass stains, patches of sweat, and splattered with blood. Mostly his. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 180 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 180 + 5% = 189 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 180 + 10% = 198 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 37 + 10% = 41 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 37 + 5% = 39 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.11 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 ---</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded once again at Shirin once more, scratching behind his head. It seems that he'll have to do the tried-and-true-method of training that most other games entail. First things first, Lew will go ahead and get one of his prerequisites out of the way. Being lead towards a shrine room just behind the donation box, Lew was told to place his hand on the polished ivory disc, gleaming with a prismatic sheen. A feeling of warmth traveled through Lew's body as he felt the energy being sapped from him as he donated his MP to this relic. The feeling was quite strange, one he was too embarrassed to describe. Once his MP was successfully donated, the next thing to do was to buy new gear... After going through the process of exchanging his silver coins to Rishi, next on the list was procuring more equipment. In this case, Lew decided to grab himself a staff at first. While Lew cannot cast spells just yet, being comfortable with fighting using a pewter staff would help him out in the long run. Lew also purchased a few player-made talismans, purchasing a couple of basic talismans and a few healing talismans. After a bit of bargaining and budgeting, Lew ended up with 10 basic attack talismans, 5 burst heal talismans, and 5 regeneration talismans, Happy with his purchases and his jingly jangly staff, Lew finally made his way back to the Keystone, making his queries regarding the classes offered by his faith. After being enlightened as such, Lew decided the best thing to do now was to look for somewhere to solo level. He'd might as well make up for the lost time he spent while his allies were likely doing their own thing. While Lew was a bit worried about Ari, he figured in the end she was probably fine. In the end, he did not have any more catgirls to worry about. He now has a snake girl to simp over.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect If there was a physical expression for the concept of seething, Mags would have been the image of a textbook of it. Yea, she knew that her nuclei was probably better in a straight fight than Ames, but it was so much cooler. Well, Mags threw that out of her mind pretty quickly, especially since Ames revealed that this place was actually a Sims money sink. "I unno, it's nice." Mags replied to an embarrassed Ames. She definitely wasn't as brown-nosing as Raime, though. "My virtual houses usually end up as surreal nightmares of hundreds of tables forming a maze to trap people." However, the proposition of freshly cooked bread--even if virtual-- was enough to shift Mags' mood to enjoyment. Damn, she liked bread. Black vinegar was a bit gross as the acidity reminded her more of vomit if anything. However, fresh bread and olive oil. That was a certified classic. Almost immediately taking up the majority of the couch, Mags could finally get some R&R after so much poopsocking.</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Given that he hadn't been with the party proper, Amulak arrived later than the rest to Ames's home away from home. He audibly whistled upon entering, nodding in approval. Confused design elements aside, it was a rather comfy place. Useless for combat, certainly, but as someone with a utility Nucleus himself, Amulak could see the utility in it. An established base could do wonders for restocking and regrouping in otherwise contested or hostile territory for a dedicated group of gankers. Or even just for PvEers exploring uncharted territory. "Very good!" He nodded to Ames, picking a chair to kick back and relax in as he sniffed the delectable aroma of fresh bread. Mmm...hopefully it was a nice rye. "I do not suppose you have beer too? Could do with kicking back with cold one, yes?"</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1920/1920 - MP: 1920/1920 - SP: 1920/1920 _________________ [X] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames' heart was warmed with her friends' words, from the simple praise to the more flattering. "Aw, hehe. You guys will have to keep visiting to see my progress." She was definitely the type to take those kinds of simulation games seriously. Many hours were sunk into meticulous housing decoration... although there was once or twice when Amelia did indulge in murder rooms or the like. Still it was all for fun, she never seriously considered it as something to pursue in real life. And even now, it wasn't something to think about - maybe once she logged off, but for the moment they were all still in CaCo and had to plan their next attack! Plan it over drinks, as their mage suggested. "Oh, yeah, one sec." Ames followed Raime into the kitchen area, though she only lingered for a moment to grab a trio of glasses. Britomart was still a bit stiff, and Raime's comment about already having seen them naked had not lightened the mood as he might have hoped, but she was perfectly cordial all the same. "Not at all. Your expertise is appreciated," she said. And while the food was being prepared, Ames returned to the sitting area and dropped a few rishi into each cup, where they transformed into amber colored liquid. "It's like cheap stuff, can't really make complex food or drinks this way but, here ya go." She offered a glass each to Amulak and Magpie. "Once Leif is done doing his doggy business outside, we can plan our next move?"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 20206/2060 (3060) --- Leif kicked back at the ground with his hind paws, letting out a triumphant howl at the completion of his "business." While everyone was chilling out in Ames' Nuclei, the shaman had elected to set up a nice little protective zone around it. It would only keep out monsters, sure, but between Leif's [Boundaries of the Pack] and the ten [Spirit Wolves] he summoned, Leif figured he would at least get a better idea of the surrounding area, much more efficiently through the use of his [Wolfkin Blessing]. He had set up his wolves around the perimeter of his marked zone as well, having ordered them to howl and return if they spot any threats nearby. Turning back into his bipedal form, Leif walked over to Arion, leaning back on his obsidian steed with his arms behind his head. He was always the outdoorsy type, after all, not content to remain confined indoors... of course, that is his excuse. In reality, Leif figured he'd look way cooler if he volunteered to be on guard duty and all. Besides, he never really got to use that ability as much. "Yo, Amulak. Let everyone know I'll be sticking around outside in case some cheeky fucks decide to pay a visit to our little party uninvited." Leif hollered over, knowing Amulak was able to hear him through his weird ass Nuclei. He then chuckled after realizing Amulak probably saw Leif literally pissing around the place. "I can probably do some solo scouting around the area, see if I can flag down more Mora-Sho on the field to get a better idea on who's who and what's going down. Just let everyone know if they're fine with me flying solo. I'll try and go at a steady place so I don't outrange your shit again, eh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ailee Sundish The Angel Agenda: Heroic Duty Dive into danger when an innocent is threatened Seeking Fame Look: Compact, cute, bookish - anyone who looked at her would correctly identify this Rodine as an apprentice of the Celestial College. Ordinary and nonthreatening, the kind of demure apprentice that clusters around more experienced magi. But as she comes into focus there's a defiant sharpness to her gaze, a sense of fierceness not normally seen in one as low ranked as her. But then she takes off her travelling cape, revealing the green binding patterns dyed into her fur - her entire body carries the complex alchemical notation of a binding circle. And now those lines of energy ignite in veridian flames and terrible shadows swim into being around her, dragged into a world they have no rightful reason to be in. STATS Blood +1 Courage +1 Grace +2 Sense +0 Wisdom -1 Pride INFINITE Holy Command You can speak the language of all things. You can always be understood by anyone you speak to, and can Talk Sense to anything that listens. While this divine language lets you speak to all things, it does not let you understand all things. You can command the natural world to obey you, but you cannot hear what they have to say about it. You cannot Speak Softly with them unless they have the ability to speak back to you. Sky's Limit You can fly. When you fly with a passenger or a heavy load, you have the Clumsy tag. Clumsy gives a -1 penalty to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Finish Them. Words of Power - Pride - Sword, Melee Piercing 1/1 - Impatience - Pistol, Ranged Burning 1/1 - Judgement - Hammer, Melee Necrotic 1/1 - Waste - Artillery, Ranged Dangerous 1/1 - Curiosity - Spear, Melee Burning 1/1 You know three power words. You do not need to decide what these words are until you use them. As you declare the words you know, write them down. A Word can be any verb or improper noun. Example power words: Burn, Chains, Echo, Fear, Fly, Frost, Gate, Mirror, Open, Rage, Restore, Run, Shield, Sorrow, Storms, Truth, Tunnel, Wall, Wind. You can use a power word to command any natural object or animal to follow that word. For example, you may speak Power Word: Burn to set an animal on fire, or to burn down a door, or to light a campfire. Unnatural things, Threats to the World, and those that mean you harm resist your words of power. You cannot speak a word directly to such a thing - it can only delay them, and it takes power to do so. When you speak a word of power to a threat before you, tell us this word and the threat you speak it to, then take damage. Your word will delay the threat in a way you describe, but it will break free before long. When you Share this Move, the person you share it with knows only one word of power. They can write their own word, and do not need to use one of your words. Worldly Detachment You can never hold more than 6 Bonds total. When you would write your seventh Bond, erase one of your existing Bonds first. This Move cannot be Shared. What is an Angel? Messengers from Beyond Your people are strange and alien messengers whose magnificence is beyond understanding. You know two additional power words, and you gain one extra stat: Pride. Pride is not used for any rolls, and does not have a modifier. It can be damaged and healed just like normal stats. When your Pride becomes damaged, you gain Hope for your next roll. Angel's Custom: Mightier Than The Sword Give each of your power words one option from each list: X Melee or Ranged. X Burning, Dangerous, Necrotic, or Piercing. X Ax, Bow, Gun, Hammer, Spear, Sword, or Whip. Each of your Power Words can be used as a weapon with the chosen tags, in the shape of a weapon from the final list. You can only have one of your Power Words in weapon form at a time, and can only use the tags of your current Power Word weapon. Language Barrier Your power words gain the tags Useful and Armor. Each word has 1 Use. When you Use a power word, describe the magical way it provides armor or help for you. When you Fill Your Belly, you may restore the Use of one of your words. Smite Evil Evil suffers in your presence. When facing a Threat to the World, you do not need to pay a price simply to act against them. Damage you deal to a Threat to the World is Necrotic. Angelic Gear Light Rations (Food, 3/3 uses) A Holy Symbol and a Prayer (Armour 1/1) Kroan (Fickle Flier, Power Word: Heroism) Ancient dictionary (Slow). You can understand the language of anything, translate any text or Speak Softly with foreigners and animals, as long as you have the time to consult this dictionary. The Celestial College The Bransmuth is the brain of Great Jelt, the university town that produces the arcane scholars that inform every aspect of Empire. Within the schools for administration, duelling, etiquette, and the lesser forms of sorcery exists a dark and rotting place: The Celestial College, Their Majesty's chosen investigators into that which exists beyond even the imaginations of the Monarch. It's a place of deep caution, of paranoia, madness and backbiting. Academia is a vicious place at the best of times, and with the College's resources and funding many ambitious souls are drawn to it - but the College's duty is to interact with secrets that shake the eternal understanding of Great Jelt's imperial destiny. As a result it has become bound intimately with red tape, royal commissars, constant tests of loyalty and endless watchfulness for signs of weakness. The magic of the College can upend the earth and throw entire cities down into the Heart, and so Their Majesty does not allow it far from Their grip. Ailee Sundish (Aye-lee Sund-ish) is a third year apprentice to the College. She dreamed when young of exploring the depths of the Heart and dragging the truth back to the surface that it might please Their Majesty. Instead she found herself facing a career path that would keep her behind a desk for forty years. She was a prodigy of the art and yet she was told to waste her talents in idleness, ritual and routine. So she performed that classic wizarding move: She broke into the Tower of Penitents, opened up every forbidden grimoire she could find, and started summoning cosmic horrors from the depths of the Heart and soul-binding them to herself. The elders of the College had claimed that binding even a single Angel was the culmination of a lifetime of exhaustive research. Though they had scoffed at her methods, she had bound six by the time the night was done. In her escape she wielded powers comparable to the Archmages; none could bar her passage as she spoke from the midst of a symphony of terrible vocabulary. And then she was gone into the dark of the Heart before the Royal Commissars could get their boots on, swearing that she would learn more in a single voyage than all the ancient masters had learned in all their lifetimes. So armed, so determined, the fierce mouse-girl set off into the deep and nightmares lit her way. Bonds I am Lucien Roue's guardian Lucien is an excellent person but he wouldn't survive a day down here without me looking after him. Jackdaw and I studied at the College together Not everyone needs to be pushed out of their comfort zone, but her comfort zone is the contents of a cup of coffee I trust Coleman to get us to the depths of the Heart safely Coleman told me of his journey I did research into the other train knights and frankly he's the only sane one</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "I get why it's in the interests of the community to create a whole stifling raft of laws," said Ailee. "I don't get why it's considered a moral good for exceptional members of the community to obey them." She's not snappy, authoritative, demanding. There are no dramatic finger-points or declarations. She's got her arms folded on the rail, looking out at the desert with a pensive expression. Her hands twitch - twitcha twitcha, tappa tappa, conducting some imaginary symphony or playing air piano. She sometimes tilts her head like she can hear the invisible music. "Once you get a group of seven or more somebody has to be in charge," said Ailee. "And that somebody then immediately does everything in their power to make sure they're in charge forever. In extremis they'll sell their souls to the clown god to make sure that it really is forever. Hereditary monarchy is just a primitive form of immortality. It's this fucking brain-worm that grows inside the head of anyone who so much as joins the student council. And then all the garbage that pours out of their mouths becomes tradition and morality and law - and none of that shit even prevents crime or civil war, it just means that when those things happen the new guy is chained by the same bullshit. Exceptional people," pause to admire herself in her hand mirror, "have to spend so much effort figuring out how to game the system in order to make even the smallest improvement. It's why civilization advances at a crawl."</s> <\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker "You'd rather it advanced like a wildfire?" Coleman burnishes Sasha industriously, but it's immediately obvious that it's purely to have something to do with his hands. There's certainly no thought involved; this is the third time he's buffed that patch and--hold on--wait--yep, fourth time. "Because that's what you'd get if you decided that rules shouldn't apply to, ugh, exceptional people. People would go around deciding, 'Well, I'm exceptional, so the rules don't apply to me.'" It shouldn't be possible to pronounce 'exceptional' as if it's something scraped off your boot, but Coleman manages. "And who decides who's exceptional? Is there a standard test? Anyone scoring above 95% gets to ignore the rules? Is it a matter of being better at magic? Is it about being better at stealing money? Or do you just wake up one day, head full of spirits, and decide 'rules are lame?'" Coleman's not really looking at the scenery. Oh, he's looking out towards the desert, certainly, but he's focusing several million miles past it. "Let's follow that thread. You're exceptional! Congrats! The rules don't apply to you anymore! You get to rebuild society in your image! And now you're the king. You decide which rules to make, secure in the knowledge that you'll never have to follow them because, after all, you're exceptional. "Don't get me wrong. I'm with you on hereditary monarchy. Being in charge shouldn't be a matter of 'my dad was a bigger bastard than yours, so you need to do what I say.' But even if we made sure the leader was the best person for the job, you'd still want a way to hold them accountable. Otherwise, like you said, the exceptional people get to make the rules that say they don't need to follow the rules, and then they're in charge forever. Or at least, until the next exceptional person rises and wages bloody civil war to show how exceptional they are and how they should get to make the rules."</s>	<\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "Try again," said Ailee, "but arguing against my actual position this time. I didn't say that there should be no laws or enforcement. Like you illustrated, having laws is in the interest of the community because otherwise it's just strongmen. But say the Duke d'Nauvair starts that civil war at last and overthrows the King of Grand Jelt. From what Lucien says that might already be happening. He'll have proved himself through politics and warfare an exceptional individual - or at the minimum the most competent of the closed circle of land owning magnates who have a voice in the political system. The laws by definition won't apply to him, what with him being the king and head of a massive army. And yet his reign would immediately be constrained by laws he had nothing to do with! Laws that weren't far-sighted checks and balances placed upon an incoming magnate by a visionary founder-figure, but shit like 'the clerical estate has a veto over legislation' and 'thou shalt not regulate intercolonial tariffs'." She leans down through the railing, stretching out her hand - and the gleaming magical talons that extended from it - and ran them through the sand as it raced by. She withdrew a handful of silver sand and looked at it thoughtfully. "I mean, what's the point of having that civil war in the first place if the new king is exactly identical to the last king? Why are the laws vested with any sort of moral authority if they can't even perform their basic function of stopping a usurper? When an individual so exceptional they can single-handedly overthrow society arises, why would anyone hold to old, failed laws and traditions as inherently moral? Why not totally remake society in that instance?" She's watching the sand fade through her fingers. She's worried. She's not arguing this in the abstract. She's arguing this while she's thinking of her family at home, trapped in a nation on the verge of civil war.</s>
<\|description\|>Coleman, The Tinker riding Codename: Sasha, The Train "I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like 'what is beauty,' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. No, I solve practical problems." At first glance, Coleman looks nothing so much like a small, black, upright wingless dragon, not more than four feet tall from toe to top. ("Four and a half, if you include the horns," he insists.) However, as he starts to move, a more careful observer can tell that there's a hint of bronze metallic scales under the soot, grease, and coal dust that coat his arms, face, and hands. His overalls, goggles, and gloves, too, must surely have been colors other than grey and black in the past. He's proud of them. These are his medals, his badges of meritorious service, of time spent in the coal car, whispering sweet nothings to Mighty Natascha as the coal flies under his claws. Look for Codename Sasha is To Be Determined Stats: Iron: 3. (When in suit, roll Iron for Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome) Wisdom: 2. (Speak Softly, Talk Sense when appealing to emotions) Sense: 1. (Look Closely, Talk Sense by explaining a plan) Grace: 0. (Talk Sense through trickery, Get Away when outside Codename Sasha) Blood: -1. (Overcome when out of Codename Sasha) Courage: -1. (Keep Them Busy when out of Codename Sasha) Agendas: -Don't Scratch The Paint: Punish anyone who disrupts technological advancement or damagesvaluable technology, especially yours. -Improve the World Around You -Tell Us Of Your People -Be Brave, Take Risks Moves: Iron Shell: Your people may be small and weak, but their battle suits are not. You have a sixth stat, Iron, and you have an additional -1 to assign between your other stats. Iron represents the strength of your inventions, including your Battle Suit and anything you Jury Rig together. -When you Finish Them by outlasting them in a contest of power or endurance, roll +Iron. On a 10+, they pass out. -When you share this Move with another, their Iron stat is +1. -When someone who does not have an Iron stat uses a Move that rolls +Iron, they roll at +0. -Your Iron stat can only be healed by items with the Repair or Fuel tags, instead of Healing or Food. When you Fill Your Belly, you may spend 1 Fuel to heal your Iron stat, either instead of or in addition to spending Food. Battle Suit: You have a battle suit, unique to you, which is a machine bigger than you that multiplies your strength and power while you ride it. Many of your people use technology to empower themselves, but none are quite like yours. This battle suit is a train egg, and once taken to the Terminus Station, will hatch into a newborn Train. -When operating your Battle Suit, you roll with +Iron to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome. Only you can operate your battle suit smoothly. In the hands of anyone else, it is Clumsy, Slow, and Dangerous. -Your suit's abilities are listed in your Gear. When you have time and safety, you can spend 1 Fuel to change one Gear option for another option from the same list. -This Move, and the Gear associated with it, cannot be Shared, except through the Tinker Advance option. Your Battle Suit is a weapon (Melee) while you ride it. It also has Advanced Weaponry. Choose one: {X} A full arsenal. Your suit has the tags Dangerous, Ranged, and Piercing, but only one at a time (your choice). You never run out of weapons to use. [ ] A rocket punch, that returns to you by some means. Once per scene, you can make a Move against anyone nearby as if they were right next to you. [ ] An energy cannon (Ranged, Reload, Piercing). [ ] A missile barrage (Ranged, Area, 1 Ammo). Your Battle Suit has an Advanced Movement ability. Choose one: [ ] Arachnoid: Your Battle Suit can walk on walls and ceilings. {X} Drill: Your Battle Suit can dig through earth and stone. [ ] Glider: Your Battle Suit cannot fly, but it can safely fall any distance and you can control where you land. [ ] Jumper: Your Battle Suit can jump incredible heights, and takes no damage from falling if it lands on its feet. [ ] Rockets: Your Battle Suit can dash along the ground at very high speed, and take long horizontal leaps. Your Battle Suit has a set of Advanced Systems. Choose one: [ ] Advanced sensors. When you Look Closely in your Battle Suit, ask one additional question, even on a 6-. [ ] An armored core (Armor, 1 Use). [ ] Deployable drones. You have one Bond with them. [ ] Environmental protection. This is Protective Gear, giving your Battle Suit immunity to a Location Stat of your choice. This immunity does not include you, and you are only protected while inside your suit. {X} Remote control. You can pilot your Battle Suit without being in it. If you are a Cyborg, you can control your body parts even when they are separated from you, and your pieces are capable of moving around on their own. Jury Rig: When you fabricate a new device out of existing materials, tell us what you want it to do, spend 1 Use of something, and roll +Iron. -On a 7+, it works! It does what you wanted it to do, more or less. -On a 9-, it has some problems. Choose one:  Unstable: It will fall apart quickly. The device has only 1 Use, and it breaks at the end of this scene.  Defective: The device has a weird quirk or limitation that requires you to use it only under specific circumstances. The Horizon will describe these circumstances to you. Clear the Path: When your Battle Suit charges through something standing in its way, roll +Iron. -On a 7+, you charge through and leave a path for your allies to follow. -On a 9-, your reckless charge causes problems. You have to go alone, or leave yourself open to danger, or damage something important, your choice. Free Ride: You can carry all of the fellowship inside of or on top of your Battle Suit. -When you Get Away using your Battle Suit, you may bring along as many allies as you'd like. Tinker's Gear: -Toolbox of various wrenches and ratchets (Repair, Slow, 2 Uses) -The Dining Car's finest jerky (Food, 3 uses) -Spare parts donated by the Mighty Natascha herself, lovingly wrapped in the cleanest cloth Coleman has (Fuel, Useful, 3 uses) -Granpappy's Wrench: Once merely a simple pipe wrench, albeit one half as tall as Coleman, this ancient tool has been scrimshawed, engraved, gilded, and lovingly polished by generations of Mighty Natascha's mechanics before Coleman. A workman, after all, is only as good as his tools. What is the Tinker? The Mighty Natascha (blessed be her lineage) is a 3-piston 0-4-4-0 Shay locomotive. She is agile, quick, and powerful, capable of navigating turns, tunnels, and tortured passageways that would surely mire other, lesser locomotives. And she's crewed entirely by a small crew of dedicted, loving, expert mechanics that are eager to jump to repair every minor, nigh-nonexistent issue as it arises, and spend no small amount of time polishing her glowing windows until she gleams. -Your people have never been at the top of the world, and constantly must make do with less. You do not need to spend anything to use Jury Rig. In addition, the Spare Parts in your Gear gain the Useful tag Initial Bonds: I am helping Lucien to overcome his fear of Trains, whether he likes it or not. Ailee is a brilliant example of leadership, and I hate it. Jackdaw is capable of great things, if she can ever decide what to do. When you Level Up, choose an option from the list, then mark it off. You may only choose each option once. You also increase your Level by 1. o Increase your Grace or Courage by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Increase one of your stats by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Take another Tinker's Custom. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or ask another player to share a Move with you. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or two more Tinker's Gear options. You cannot take an option you already have. o Share either one of your Moves that does not require your Battle Suit with another player, or share your Battle Suit with them. They gain the Iron stat at +1, the suit has one Gear option from any Tinker's Gear list, and you can both pilot each other's Battle Suits without the (Clumsy, Slow, Dangerous) tags. You or they can spend 1 Fuel to change their one Tinker's Gear option for any other Tinker's Gear option. o You have Changed. You must be level 5 or higher to take this Advancement. When you Change, choose a Destiny you meet the requirements for and take its first Move.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw The word is steady. Hold the bowl with both paws. Always both paws. No shaking, no matter how long it's been since you had a proper sleep. If you must shake, let your toes and tail do it for you. When you nod and smile to your friend, you think about it first, then you do it. Slow and deliberate. No risky moves. None. Jackdaw took a long smell of her portion. There were flavors there, sure, but...well, of course there were flavors. There's always at least one, what did she think there would be? But she never had the nose for picking out the particulars of food. To her, everything blended together into a mouth-watering, rumbly-inducing scrumptious. And the first taste was hers. "Thank you, very much. I really appreciate it." She gave him a weak smile and regretted it immediately. She 'really appreciated' it? No! That's what you say when somebody loans you a pencil, not, not, this. "Um, I mean it, it's...truly, it means so much-" Oh, sure. Be vague about it. Nothing said gratitude like tired platitudes, right? "Everything's very hard down here, and, this makes it a little easier…" But you didn't see anyone else complaining about it, did you? "I'm, very glad, of all the groups travelling here, this is, the, um..." Off-topic! Hurry! Get it out! You're ruining the moment! "It's...I..." She tucked her head low, letting her cloak fall over her stupid face. Slow and deliberate, of course.</s> <\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker That, at least, snaps Coleman out of it midway through his fifth pass over the same mirror-finish spot. He considers it in silence, before turning at giving Ailee the same consideration. "Let me ask you this," he starts slowly, tucking away the cleaning supplies with practiced care. "Is this a philosophical question, or a practical one?" "If you're asking philosophicaly, wondering whether we should give laws moral weight, the answer's hell no. Laws're only as good as the people enforcin' them. Laws't can't or won't be enforced, don't exist, and rules that are enforced have the same effective weight as law, even if they're not on any books. "I don't think that's what you're askin' about, though. Think you're asking about the law because you got some other questions in mind. If the laws can't be counted on to protect people you love from people more powerful, what's even the point of 'em? And more importantly, when the time comes for you to overthrow the Duke, will those same laws get in the way of the changes you want to bring around? "Am I on the right track there?"</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "Philosophy is bullshit," said Ailee. "I'm interested in results. And I just want... urgh," she rubs her eyes, then swears as she realizes there was still sand on her fingers. She starts rubbing a lot more fiercely with the back of her hand. "I just want something to change. I just want..." She sighs, but it settles into a smile. "I thought about it. You know, plan A, take my fucking shot at the king and see what's left standing at the end of it all. But an answer like that is both too slow and too short term." She finished rubbing her eyes, one of them quite red and watery from the sand. The other... not much better. She gives a confident little smirk through it all. "So I'm down here instead. Going to solve the problem at the Heart."</s>	<\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker Coleman digs in a cabinet and tosses a canteen towards Ailee. Right tool for the job is water, not another sandy fist. "Hate to admit it, but makes sense. Soon as you die, or as soon as someone more powerful rises up, you're back to square one. "So what's the plan, then? Paint me a picture, Ailee. What's the world look like after you go to the Heart? Is the very concept of monarchy done away with? Killer plan, can 100% get behind that. Or is it an immortal god-king Ailee? Or maybe you want to invest laws with an actual force behind them, to prevent the problems that civil wars present?"</s>
<\|description\|>Coleman, The Tinker riding Codename: Sasha, The Train "I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like 'what is beauty,' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. No, I solve practical problems." At first glance, Coleman looks nothing so much like a small, black, upright wingless dragon, not more than four feet tall from toe to top. ("Four and a half, if you include the horns," he insists.) However, as he starts to move, a more careful observer can tell that there's a hint of bronze metallic scales under the soot, grease, and coal dust that coat his arms, face, and hands. His overalls, goggles, and gloves, too, must surely have been colors other than grey and black in the past. He's proud of them. These are his medals, his badges of meritorious service, of time spent in the coal car, whispering sweet nothings to Mighty Natascha as the coal flies under his claws. Look for Codename Sasha is To Be Determined Stats: Iron: 3. (When in suit, roll Iron for Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome) Wisdom: 2. (Speak Softly, Talk Sense when appealing to emotions) Sense: 1. (Look Closely, Talk Sense by explaining a plan) Grace: 0. (Talk Sense through trickery, Get Away when outside Codename Sasha) Blood: -1. (Overcome when out of Codename Sasha) Courage: -1. (Keep Them Busy when out of Codename Sasha) Agendas: -Don't Scratch The Paint: Punish anyone who disrupts technological advancement or damagesvaluable technology, especially yours. -Improve the World Around You -Tell Us Of Your People -Be Brave, Take Risks Moves: Iron Shell: Your people may be small and weak, but their battle suits are not. You have a sixth stat, Iron, and you have an additional -1 to assign between your other stats. Iron represents the strength of your inventions, including your Battle Suit and anything you Jury Rig together. -When you Finish Them by outlasting them in a contest of power or endurance, roll +Iron. On a 10+, they pass out. -When you share this Move with another, their Iron stat is +1. -When someone who does not have an Iron stat uses a Move that rolls +Iron, they roll at +0. -Your Iron stat can only be healed by items with the Repair or Fuel tags, instead of Healing or Food. When you Fill Your Belly, you may spend 1 Fuel to heal your Iron stat, either instead of or in addition to spending Food. Battle Suit: You have a battle suit, unique to you, which is a machine bigger than you that multiplies your strength and power while you ride it. Many of your people use technology to empower themselves, but none are quite like yours. This battle suit is a train egg, and once taken to the Terminus Station, will hatch into a newborn Train. -When operating your Battle Suit, you roll with +Iron to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome. Only you can operate your battle suit smoothly. In the hands of anyone else, it is Clumsy, Slow, and Dangerous. -Your suit's abilities are listed in your Gear. When you have time and safety, you can spend 1 Fuel to change one Gear option for another option from the same list. -This Move, and the Gear associated with it, cannot be Shared, except through the Tinker Advance option. Your Battle Suit is a weapon (Melee) while you ride it. It also has Advanced Weaponry. Choose one: {X} A full arsenal. Your suit has the tags Dangerous, Ranged, and Piercing, but only one at a time (your choice). You never run out of weapons to use. [ ] A rocket punch, that returns to you by some means. Once per scene, you can make a Move against anyone nearby as if they were right next to you. [ ] An energy cannon (Ranged, Reload, Piercing). [ ] A missile barrage (Ranged, Area, 1 Ammo). Your Battle Suit has an Advanced Movement ability. Choose one: [ ] Arachnoid: Your Battle Suit can walk on walls and ceilings. {X} Drill: Your Battle Suit can dig through earth and stone. [ ] Glider: Your Battle Suit cannot fly, but it can safely fall any distance and you can control where you land. [ ] Jumper: Your Battle Suit can jump incredible heights, and takes no damage from falling if it lands on its feet. [ ] Rockets: Your Battle Suit can dash along the ground at very high speed, and take long horizontal leaps. Your Battle Suit has a set of Advanced Systems. Choose one: [ ] Advanced sensors. When you Look Closely in your Battle Suit, ask one additional question, even on a 6-. [ ] An armored core (Armor, 1 Use). [ ] Deployable drones. You have one Bond with them. [ ] Environmental protection. This is Protective Gear, giving your Battle Suit immunity to a Location Stat of your choice. This immunity does not include you, and you are only protected while inside your suit. {X} Remote control. You can pilot your Battle Suit without being in it. If you are a Cyborg, you can control your body parts even when they are separated from you, and your pieces are capable of moving around on their own. Jury Rig: When you fabricate a new device out of existing materials, tell us what you want it to do, spend 1 Use of something, and roll +Iron. -On a 7+, it works! It does what you wanted it to do, more or less. -On a 9-, it has some problems. Choose one:  Unstable: It will fall apart quickly. The device has only 1 Use, and it breaks at the end of this scene.  Defective: The device has a weird quirk or limitation that requires you to use it only under specific circumstances. The Horizon will describe these circumstances to you. Clear the Path: When your Battle Suit charges through something standing in its way, roll +Iron. -On a 7+, you charge through and leave a path for your allies to follow. -On a 9-, your reckless charge causes problems. You have to go alone, or leave yourself open to danger, or damage something important, your choice. Free Ride: You can carry all of the fellowship inside of or on top of your Battle Suit. -When you Get Away using your Battle Suit, you may bring along as many allies as you'd like. Tinker's Gear: -Toolbox of various wrenches and ratchets (Repair, Slow, 2 Uses) -The Dining Car's finest jerky (Food, 3 uses) -Spare parts donated by the Mighty Natascha herself, lovingly wrapped in the cleanest cloth Coleman has (Fuel, Useful, 3 uses) -Granpappy's Wrench: Once merely a simple pipe wrench, albeit one half as tall as Coleman, this ancient tool has been scrimshawed, engraved, gilded, and lovingly polished by generations of Mighty Natascha's mechanics before Coleman. A workman, after all, is only as good as his tools. What is the Tinker? The Mighty Natascha (blessed be her lineage) is a 3-piston 0-4-4-0 Shay locomotive. She is agile, quick, and powerful, capable of navigating turns, tunnels, and tortured passageways that would surely mire other, lesser locomotives. And she's crewed entirely by a small crew of dedicted, loving, expert mechanics that are eager to jump to repair every minor, nigh-nonexistent issue as it arises, and spend no small amount of time polishing her glowing windows until she gleams. -Your people have never been at the top of the world, and constantly must make do with less. You do not need to spend anything to use Jury Rig. In addition, the Spare Parts in your Gear gain the Useful tag Initial Bonds: I am helping Lucien to overcome his fear of Trains, whether he likes it or not. Ailee is a brilliant example of leadership, and I hate it. Jackdaw is capable of great things, if she can ever decide what to do. When you Level Up, choose an option from the list, then mark it off. You may only choose each option once. You also increase your Level by 1. o Increase your Grace or Courage by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Increase one of your stats by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Take another Tinker's Custom. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or ask another player to share a Move with you. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or two more Tinker's Gear options. You cannot take an option you already have. o Share either one of your Moves that does not require your Battle Suit with another player, or share your Battle Suit with them. They gain the Iron stat at +1, the suit has one Gear option from any Tinker's Gear list, and you can both pilot each other's Battle Suits without the (Clumsy, Slow, Dangerous) tags. You or they can spend 1 Fuel to change their one Tinker's Gear option for any other Tinker's Gear option. o You have Changed. You must be level 5 or higher to take this Advancement. When you Change, choose a Destiny you meet the requirements for and take its first Move.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw At the Aquarium! "Um. Excuse me?" Jackdaw's quavering voice stepped between the three of them, and instantly regretted its life choices. "I, yes, I know, I'm interrupting, but, there's not also another Ailee and Lucien running around, is there?" She gulped. Just a gulp! How was it the loudest noise in the entire room?! "We, kind of have a lot going on already today, see..." ******************************* At the Tent! "Ugh. This is just typical, Ailee." Jackdaw sighed, shaking her arm furiously to try and dislodge a frustratingly determined mouse. "The first time we've seen each other in ages, and you go and spoil the moment. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we weren't even friends anymore." "Oh! Wait!" She smacked her forehead. "I do know better!" The bolas whirled 'round her ankles, tying tighter and tighter and stop. Frozen. Suspended in midair by a scowling Rebuke. "Tch. That makes one of us here who does." The glyphs on her coat blazed to life, swirling around her fur before lifting away entirely to fill the air around her. Pages upon pages, books upon books, dreams upon dreams shed from her body, and still the Names that filled the tent could be counted on one hand. With fingers to spare. "I got you a present, Leelee! Be a good girl now, and share with the class!" And the word was regret. A million million familiar whispers flooded the tent; rust-red, hungering, and more than enough to drown two mice. Enjoy!</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish Regret. You bitch. It's the most worthless and impractical Word you could have hit her with. It doesn't slow her down at all - in fact, she comes at you harder and faster than before, ablaze with the glyph of Wrath. She flights and she claws and she burns and she is not slowed down at all. Ailee Sundish, after all, has a lot of experience with fighting on through regret. No Word could have done less to slow her down. No Word could have done more to hurt her. Every pain that she was keeping just out of focus is now in agonizing razor clarity. The life she threw away tears at her like a ghost. All of the things she sacrificed to reach the Heart weigh around her neck like anchors. But fuck them and fuck you. Even if she can't inflict this pain on you she'll make sure you learn that this was a fucking mistake. The Archmage burns, and the Archmage drowns. [Keep EVIL JACKDAW busy: 9; consequences are deferred but not denied]</s>	<\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker It would almost be better if Black Coleman weren't so mundane. Give a man an eyepatch, a pegleg, and it's so simple to build a story to fit him. This is a pirate, surely! A blackhearted terror of the rails, pillager of the defenseless, cannibal of lesser trains! You can tell yourself that this is but a twisted shadow of what might be, an impossibility made real through some quirk of the Heart. It's not you, not really. But those eyes... they're the same eyes he sees every day in Sasha's gleaming mirror-polished surface. This isn't some cackling villain, some nightmare mirror-version. This isn't a madman, somone who's lost his soul. He looks in those eyes and sees, behind the coldness and the determination, the regret hiding there. This is a Coleman who knows what he's done, what he's become, and would do it again. He made choices with the knowledge he had. To modify Sasha or hope that she'd be strong enough without Wormwood to protect her. To carry on, to build a family even despite the difficulties. To build a crew who loved her as much as he did. To join in the war, when all other options had been exhausted. Gods. War amongst trains. As if things weren't bad enough without a thousand tiny gods deciding that, Right, it's time to show that shiny new up-and-comer down the rail exactly where they are in the pecking order. Black Coleman isn't even that older than he is, he realizes with a start. No missing scales, no sagging crests or dulled claws. He's got more scars, and the bags under his eyes speak of many missed nights of sleep, but he can't be more than maybe five years into the future. "You don't want to do this." Not a question, not pleading. Simply a statement of something they both know. "You didn't want to do most of the rest, either." He's made decisions, yes. Necessary ones, difficult ones. Maybe the wrong ones? "Tell me what happened. Tell me how to stop this." [EDIT: Talk Sense, 8]</s>
<\|description\|>Kyra Shepard Race: Human Age: 17 Appearance: Kyra stands at 5'4 and weighs 123 pounds without her armor. Despite her dainty appearance, she's actually quite muscular and has some seriously strong pectoral muscles, as befitting an archer. She almost always wears her helmet even in civilian clothes. Bio: Kyra was born in a family known for raising archers. Because archers are harder to train than a swordsman or spearman, her family makes a lot of money via mercenary work or being professional soldiers. Kyra herself is no exception: she started training with a bow as soon as she could stand, and knew how to draw and shoot before she could even run. However unlike her family who were tall and long armed, Kyra never grew very big. She still received the same training in archery, as well as horseback riding and some swordsmanship, but because she was so small no one ever thought to hire her as an archer compared to her brothers and sisters. Tired of always getting ignored due to her size, Kyra decided to prove her worth by joining the Angeli Pallidus. She had some experience hunting powerful beasts and some monsters before, so she hopes to take part in these hunts to show everyone that she just as good as the rest of her family. Gear: Longbow, Various arrows, Steel Arming Sword, Chain Shirt, Steel helmet, and Healing Powder. Stats: Health: 4 (2+2) Stamina: 8 (2+5+1) PStr: 10 (2+6+2) PDef: 3 (2+1) MStr: 5 (2+3) MDef: 6 (2+4) Martial Arts: Steady - Kyra focuses on a target, increasing her accuracy and critical hit chance. Rapid Shot - Sacrificing strength for damage Kyra can shoot faster than usual with her longbow. Bow Staff Smack - If an enemy gets too close to Kyra she can push them away with her bow, also pushing herself away from them so she can move to a safer position out of their reach. Pindown - Kyra aims for the legs or feet of a target to stop their movement for a moment. Grappling Arrow - Using a special arrow that has a grappling hook and rope attached to it Kyra can shoot it at a ledge, object, or enemy to latch onto them. Point Blank Shot - Kyra doesn't hesitate to shoot someone right in front of her. Her power and accuracy increases against an enemy that's right in front of her. Snipe - Taking out a vicious broadhead arrow, Kyra puts everything she has into a single shot that can do massive damage. It can do even more damage if it hits a critical area. Bow and Sword in Accord - Kyra can rapidly switch between her sword and bow as needed. Hamstring - Using her sword Kyra can cut vital arteries in her target's legs, causing them to bleed out and slow their movement speed. Headbutt - Kyra smashes her helmeted head into the bad guy's face, stunning them and doing some damage. Magic: Chameleon - An illusion spell that causes Kyra to blend into her environment, which becomes more effective the longer she stands still. Not only does it cause her her appearance to camouflage to the environment, but it also masks her scent, sounds, even the presence of her soul to match the environment. It loses effectiveness if she moves too much though. Wind Wall - Kyra conjures a ten-foot wide gale in front of her. Ranged attacks on the opposite side of the wall gets pushed away, but range attacks on Kyra's side gets carried by the wind and effectively doubles their range. Hunter's Mark - When Kyra sees her prey she can choose them as her mark. While marked she has a supernatural ability to track them down, know where they're at, and to hit them even if she can't perceive them. She can only mark one target at a time. Likes: Sniping targets in one shot, eating meat, riding horses, and hunting. Dislikes: Dressing up, eating her vegetables, singing, not wearing her helmet. Extras: Kyra is very protective of her helmet after her father instilled a very important lesson about safety. Kyra also prefers to hunt beast while on horse back and is very skilled at horse archery, even using her much larger longbow on horseback instead of the usual recurve bows. Name: Sorna Race: Centaur Age: 17 Appearance: Bio: Sorna comes from the High Plains tribe, who live in the kingdom of Jeoswen. Fast and hardy folk who could traverse the mountains and tundras with great speed, Sorna was the chief's youngest daughter. Their tribe was at war with a rival tribe called the Ice Blood Tribe, centaurs who were attuned to ice magic and could use rituals to create deadly blizzards that could last for days. In order to secure an alliance with a human family, Sorna was offered along with some of her other sisters to a family of nobility. That family was the Shepard Family, a minor noble family known for their great archers. Though broud and aloof, Sorna grew close to the family, in particular their daughter, Kyra. She was the same age as Sorna and eager to prove herself to her family and Sorna, and the two grew up training and playing together. When Kyra made it clear that she was going to join a guild of monster hunters to prove themselves, Sorna came along to watch out for her friend. Health: 7 (2+5) Stamina: 10 (2+6+2) PStr: 7 (2+4+1) PDef: 5 (2+3) MStr: 3 (2+1) MDef: 4 (2+2) Gear: Steel Breastplate and Barding, Magic Lance, Horseshoes of Speed, and Glasses Martial Arts: Charge - Sorna rapidly builds up speed until she reaches an enemy and impales them with her lance. The longer and further she runs the more damage she does. Joust - Immediately after hitting an enemy with an attack, Sorna can rapidly disengage and move away. Cut from the Air - When Sorna or someone near her is targeted by a physical range attack, she can immediately cut the projectile out of the air as long as it's not too big. She biggest thing she can cut is throwing spears. Spell Sunder - Using the magic in her lance Sorna can sunder through magic and magical effects. If she hits an target who has a magic enchantment on them, this attack dispels it. Pilum - Sorna throws her lance or any spear-like weapon for a large amount of damage. It also decreases the target's physical defense if they were using a shield by removing it. Warcry - Sorna rouses her allies around her, filling them with courage. As long as Sorna is leading the charge her allies can easily keep up with her, increasing their movement speed. Magic: None Likes: Running in a large open plain, jousting, carrots, playing music. Dislikes: Small spaces, being treated like an animal, people staring at her, reading. Extras: Sorna is farsighted, giving her great ability to see things at a distance, but makes it very hard for her to focus on things close to her face. This makes reading very annoying for her because everything looks blurry even when she puts it at arm's length. Her lance is enchanted to be able to change size at a moment's notice, allowing her to change it's shape to whatever she needs. It can also return to her hand if it's not on her person. A common technique she uses is to thrust at the enemy and coming up short, only to suddenly cause the lance to grow in length and impale them. Sorna's Horseshoes of Speed helps her move more quickly even over rough terrain, and helps protect her legs from things like briers and things that might damage her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Cain Bellanaris Cain Bellanaris Cain looked at the elf, that was supposedly the master of this guild. In his own opinion the elf was quite young for his age to be in such a position. With how long their life was they should pursue goals at steadier pace than how most humans lived. Having been taught about his own mortality at a young age, Cain sought to leave his mark on the world even while young. As even though he was endowed with such awe inspiring strength the test of time would whittle him away far faster than his brothers and sisters.Getting up from his chair with a creak, his imposing size all the more apparent as he walked by the others. Cain's stone faced stare focused on the young elf, before focusing back on the textile mage. "Mahtar. Helf collo lá" Cain asked the mage in his native tongue, the mage although mildly nervous quickly warmed up to his request producing a large brown fur cloak with the warriors insignia on it. Upon doning it the large cloak merely stopped at Cain's hips not able to cover his full stature. The giant gave the mage a sincere smile and nod, before going back on his seat and leaning on his blade as he listened intently. The blade began digging deeper into the floor with the added weight. "Warrior. Fur cloak please."</s> <\|message\|>Menzai Isanami Menzai Isanami For the time being he kept quiet, standing to the side waiting as three more would arrive to join the decently sized gathering. The first being a human male who gave off a rather uncomfortable magical sensation that likely indicated the use of dark magic and sensing it sent an unsettling shiver down his back. Use of dark magic was mostly frowned upon where he was from but the person seemed harmless enough though the lingering faint scent of blood soon had his nose crinkling in distaste. A turn of the head to see the heavily armored elf, who strangely enough did not introduce herself vocally but via a card she handed to the guild leader. Unlike the elf dressed in a somewhat overtly manner's strong magical presence the elf knight had little magic, even less than the guild master which was surprising though by the smell of blood lingering even on the clean armor being a good indicator that this one was a more physical fighter which was certainly rare in elven cases. Another slight crinkle of his nose; adjusting to the smell, when another human arrived, whose size might cause others to mistake for an orc. yet, had the uncouth and rude mannerism of a brute with an ridiculously and obnoxiously large weapon to match. It irked him how humans saw him as some animal when a person such as this acted more like an uncivilized brute and the lack of treatment to the newly formed guild hall an example of such as not even a minute passing that he caused damage to the floor. A disapproving shake of the head as Menzai shifted his right arm to point at the cracked spot." A person of such size should take heed to be more careful. It is quite rude to go treating this establishment as your personal weapon rack." He admonished the large human in a cooly calm tone then dusted off his left sleeve before slipping the back arm." And I suggest using his cut from missions to pay for such damages as seems fair." He stated towards the guild leader before gliding his way over the mage making the cloaks. A small frown formed at the thought of having to wear a cloak; especially one inferior to his haori but could hardly blame the mage. As his haori was made of special and rare materials not easily gained nor the technique of his tribe but seeing the elf mage gaining a shoulder cape and decided for something small." Menzai Isanami, mage. A short cape of shoulder length made of simple fabric please." Addressing the maker; minutes later accepting the newly formed cape with a slight bow of the head." I offer my thanks." With a rustling flick, he slipped the guild cape on then stepped back to where he previously stood to wait for this meeting to progress.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyra Shepard Kyra looks to Sorna and nods. "You know my sizes!" Sorna nods and heads over to the table. While she was doing that, Kyra was sizing up the others. Though she doesn't imagine she needs to, she wants to know their strengths and weaknesses in case she has to fight them. Once of the first people who came in after her and Sorna was a big guy; smelled clean, so probably a knight or something. He certainly dressed like one but she could already guess that he was the type to pick up a big sword or axe and just go to town. Lacks a range option; as long as she keeps her distance he'd be easy to take out even with all that armor. Next was a big boobed mage; just seeing her made Kyra angry for unreasonable reasons. Even if they weren't enemies, Kyra would definitely prank her later. There's nothing to be proud of about her body! Next was a wolf beastkin. She's seen their kind before, but she's never seen an outfit like his. Kyra remembers her mother giving her some dresses in a similar design, but Kyra didn't care to dress up as some foreign princess. Next was some... Weirdo. The way he carried and dressed himself immediately made Kyra think he was some sort of freak. Seriously, was he here to fight or dance? She doubts he's a warrior of any sort, so likely a mage. Next was another elf, but this time she came in almost full armor, a shield, and a big sword. Weird, but she wasn't wearing a helmet, so she'll probably be just like the big guy: a strong melee fighter but easily kited. Lastly was a tall barbarian type. He had a big sword, big club, and generally was a pretty big guy. Same as the first but probably lighter on his feet. All in all, everyone looked like the sort of crew you'd expect a mercenary guild would attract. Kyra would have to wait and see if they're worth their salt though. Soon Sorna would return with a new cloak. It looked just like the one Kyra had, but with the guild emblem on it. "Alright! Now that we have our uniforms, where's the bounty board? I want to know if I should bring my serrated arrows!" --- Sorna would separate from Kyra and go get their cloaks. Upon reaching the mage Sorna would ask for a small size cloak for an archer, and a large tabard for a warrior. She could tell that Kyra was sizing everyone up, but Sorna didn't care for that sort of thing. If it really came down to it and they had to fight, Sorna simply intends to runaway with Kyra. She may talk a big game about hunting monsters, but she hasn't truly blooded her hands and took the life that wasn't simply an animal. No doubt Kyra would be able to deal with it after the initial reaction, but Sorna hopes to keep Kyra away from that sort of lifestyle. Better that she focus that aggression to killing monsters, and not mortals. Once she returns to Kyra, Sorna hands her a cloak. "For you." Sorna opted not to put her tabard on right this moment; she'd need to find a private place to change first if she were to do that.</s>
<\|description\|>Cain Bellanaris Race: Human Age: 19 Appearance: A handsome and lean young man covered in tribal tattoos. He wears no shirt nor shoes and merely wears a simple skirt covered in plated bones to protect his lower body. Bio: Cain was an orphan boy raised by a clan of Wood Elves. Having been just a mere toddler when his parents died after a boar rammed into their carriage. His adoptive parents being the ones who were hunting the wounded beast, found him crying in the wreckage. From then on Cain Bellanaris was raised by the clan learning their ways, the young babe became a fearsome hunter, that denied the use of metal in favor of building weapons from what he could use for his fallen foes. Cain hunted various monsters in the forests of his home becoming an expert among even the long lived elves to the point he developed his own style of combat that was brutally efficient. Hearing a about the various Guilds solely dedicated to the hunt. Cain embarked on a journey in search of larger and more fearsome prey. Gear: A blade forged by carving and sharpening the bone of a monster to a fine and heavy point, it deals large amounts of damage with each of Cain's swings, relying more on its weight rather than its sharpness to cut. A fine sling used for destroying the skulls of his prey Cain is deadly accurate with it's use. Femur Club: A club that was made from a monster's femur it has been indented with sharp stones in order to pierce through bones. It is Cain's main weapon of choice. Simple stones and ropes combined into a lethal weapon with Cain's strength it can either break the bones of his prey or trip them when in pursuit. Martial Arts: Uncrowned Martial Art Style: Cain's own martial art that was developed not from teachings or a rigorous training regiment. A style made from Cain's actual refined reflexes and instincts that were akin to an actual style of combat but not really. He knew stances, knew how to use weapons and how to handle the proper attacks and defenses against opponents of different styles but all of that was merely experience and nothing else. Refined, exploited, developed but ultimately created solely for himself by himself. This style allows Cain to use martial arts either armed or unarmed even with mundane objects without the much loss to it's effectiveness. Uncrowned Martial Art: Crippling Blow- A simple concept that was honed and practiced by Cain at least 10,000 times throughout his life. To target an opponents vital point and deliver your strongest and most precise blow. Cain's monstrous strength and experience makes this all the more deadly as he can unleash such an attack as naturally as he can breath. This can leave the opponents either dead or crippled depending on which vital area Cain chooses to strike. Although the amount of focus and consecutive use can take it's toll. Uncrowned Martial Art: Rear Naked Choke- A simple chokehold with many variations, the main and simple concept is to merely encircle the opponent's neck to cut of blood flow and render them immobile or unconscious. It was mainly used to subdue humans and beasts that did not require killing. Uncrowned Martial Art: Iron Grasp Throw- Using his immense grip strength Cain grabs an ally or enemy and throws them away or to danger. Uncrowned Martial Art: Presence Concealment- The ability to conceal one's presence from prey it allows Cain to surprise his enemy while simultaneously resting from fatigue. It ends the moment he attacks. Uncrowned Martial Art: Nine Strikes- The culmination of Cain's experience and life. It is as simplistic as it is effective, a high speed series of nine strikes. Cain targets the opponent's vital areas such as a humanoid's upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, thighs, and heel. Unleashing consecutive blows on each target at 'godlike speed' that it appears like he struck all points simultaneously. It is highly stamina costly to use do to the amount of speed and power one puts into the attack. But it has always left Cain's prey either dead or heavily injured due to it's gruesome efficiency. Bravery- Tapping into his indomitable will, Cain doubles his Physical Strength by focusing only on the offensive, as well as removing any magic effects that affects his mind such as fear. This makes Cain reckless though as he will trade blows with his opponent instead of avoiding them dealing more damage to himself and his opponent. Instinct- To analyze and anticipate your opponents next move through honing ones instinct. Cain double his Physical Defense against one opponent, allowing the hunter to avoid his opponents attacks by reading their patterns. This only applies to his current prey as he can not anticipate the movements of others he isn't focused on. Eye of The Mind- To be capable of calm analysis of the abilities of the opponent as well as the battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. Allowing Cain to gain an advantage in Physical Strength and Physical Defense when fighting against a specific foe. Magic:None Stats: Health: 5(2+3) Stamina:6(2+4) PStr: 11(2+6+3) PDef: 7(2+5) MStr: 3(2+1) MDef: 4(2+2) Likes: Hunting, Fighting, Bathing, Elves, Eating, Children. Dislikes: Weakness, Cowardice, Wasting of Materials, Metal. Extras: He likes carrying smaller people than him due to him standing at 6'6 Feet tall. A force of habit developed when he carries the younger children of the clan around the village.</s> <\|message\|>Tizryn Oniksoren Fenris watches as all the new guild members grabbed their cloaks, well he knew they weren't all cloaks he was just feeling lazy and thus would call them cloaks. Suddenly he heard another scratch and looked to see the big man tearing up his floor again. "Hi godsforsaken adan plural edain" he cursed in elvish then walked to the armory. A few moments later Fenris then walked out carrying a weapons rack which he put somewhat near the door. He then walked up to the man with a big sword and looked at him " I have a weapon rack near the door now so please stop tearing up my floor" he said trying to be calm about this. Fenris then grabbed the contract he had received a few days ago and unfurled it than began to announce to the guild. " Alright! We have our first guild contract we must def-" he stopped as he read the contract then stuffed it into his pocket " Ok he is way to strong for us right now we will instead take some smaller contracts first, you may now have free roam of the guildhall and choose any contract welcome to Angeli Pallidus. " he concluded. " This gods forsaken man" Tizryn had stayed still with Alamir for a second to listen to his friends speech. " ehhh could of been better" he whispered to Alamir before climbing on his griffins back. Staying low to Alamir Tizryn hoped that he would not be spotted as he snuck out of the guildhall. Reaching the door Tizryn slowly pushed it open with a somewhat loud creak and slipped out of the door. Once outside Tizryn breathed the fresh summer air and smiled, he knew his friend Fenris had taken a powerful contract Tizryn had even expressed his concerns on it. "that's why I grabbed my own" he said heartily to Alamir and laughed. Reading his contract to take care of some undead soldiers roaming around a village Tizryn figured he could take these monsters alone as they weren't known to be very powerful and there was only like three of them. Nodding Tizryn put away his contract and grabbed Alamirs reigns " Alright Alamir" he said as he readied himself " meitder" he said and Alamir began to flap his wings, Tizryn put on his vest with Angeli Pallidus's warrior symbol. "Ride/fly" Isabella walked over to the mage who was giving out cloaks and smiled " Mage, Druids cloak please " she said and watched the mage make her cloak. Thanking the mage once it was finished Isabella put on the cloak but left most of it unbuttoned. She then looked around and saw the scantily clad elf mage and a elf in armor. Walking up to them she smiled and waved as she looked up "hello nice to meet you" she said smiling. She then noticed the messed up floor and wondered if she could use nature magic to fix it before looking back up at the elves.</s> <\|message\|>Malakaus Vorinclex Malakaus Vorinclex Healthy \| Angeli Pallidus Guild \| Looking for Group Malakaus snorted as Fenris refused to respond to Malakaus about the damaged floor. He supposed it added character to the place. There wasn't much in a way of an introduction, so Malakaus supposed he ought to just go ahead and look for work. There seemed to be a board for contracts, so Malakaus went over to see what was available. He wanted work that would give him access to some ripe crafting materials. As he scans the board, he finds one that interests him: swarms of wolf monsters which had been attacking a farmers and travelers, possibly led by a giant monster known as a "Thextera", a very large wolf. Perhaps it's hide could be worked into some armor? Either way Malakaus took the bounty and looked to the others. He wasn't so arrogant as to think he could take on the mark on his own. He should at least bring one or two others just to know what they're capable of. Reading the description, these wolves have no only started to attack farmers, travelers, and livestock, but have run off most of the wildlife in the nearby area. Hunters can't track down deer and rabbits thanks to these hounds driving them away, and now they've turned to civilization to feed. Killing their leader should be enough to cause the pack to scatter, which hopefully would mean bringing the normal beasts back into nature. Still, the more wolves killed means more hide for Malakaus to work with. Walking up to a table Malakaus sets the bounty down and looks to the others. "I intend to hunt Thextera, a direwolf. He leads a large pack of wolves and harms local farmers and travelers. Reward appears to be 500 thoritans, and anything else we find off those beasts. Who will join me?" --- Nox Nyctores "Barrel" Healthy \| Angeli Pallidus Guild \| Getting a drink After getting his cloak tied around his neck, Nox decided to look around the guild a bit, see what's what. This place was certainly snazzier than Malakaus's dinky little forge, so he'd probably move in here once he grabs his stuff at Malakaus's room. There were some rooms for people to bunk in, a lounge area for people to drink and relax, and even a bath! Nox didn't feel particularly dirty so he decided to chill at the lounge for a while, waiting to see if anyone would get a job to do. He was surprised at the lack of a bartender, so Nox heads over there. With his cat claws he pops open a bottle of brandy. "Mhmm... I can get used to this." Helping himself to the bar, Nox mixes himself up a drink to enjoy as he lounges on the bar.</s> <\|message\|>Kyra Shepard Kyra goes to look for some bounties. Plenty to choose from but Kyra wants something that would be exciting and challenging. Zombies and wolves are hardly a threat. She needs a true monster for them to hunt. Looking around Kyra finds just the one she wants and has Sorna take it. Seeing how the armored person was recruiting others, Kyra figured she'd do the same, finding a table nearby to sit down and recruit other members to join her and Sorna. "If you're looking for a real hunt, than come with me and Sorna to track down a bridge troll! Apparently he's smart enough to actually talk to people, but whenever they answer his riddles, he just eats them anyways! He's tough, and seems like he heals from his wounds, but I bet anyone who helps me take him down will be rewarded well! I'll be taking maybe three more people before we head out!"</s> <\|message\|>Menzai Isanami Menzai Isanami The meeting proved to be unexpectedly short with the guild leader giving free roam of the guild hall and selecting a quest though not before pocketing one away as it seemed too difficult. And within seconds some had already gathered together to talk as others made quick work in selecting a quest. His ears perked; catching the voices of the orc Malakus claiming a thextera hunt then shortly after the centaur and archer whose name he caught during their cape selection since they had arrived before him so he would not of known their names otherwise, but two had selected one concerning a bridge troll. Menzai glanced briefly at the two possible parties, working out which one would be more interesting and more important the better gain. He tapped a clawed finger against his sleeved arm as he pondered.* A bridge troll certainly sounds troubling and makes traveling difficult though this also depends on how much traffic this bridge gets.* Tilting his head slightly as he thought.* Yet, the troll does not venture out and long as its avoided causes little trouble. These thextera, however actively attack live stock and could prove dangerous if left alone.* Hunting thextera would also gain him intel on these strange beast that his tribe knows little of and materials as a bonus. Lifting his head back up with a small nod, he strode over to the large orc and leaned over to read over the contract." I offer to assist in the hunt, great orc. Though, forgive me as I have not yet caught your name, having arrived after you. " Lifting his gaze up to the taller male who merely stated his role to the mage. Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Darc Riovas "Well that answers that question." Darc says as the group was told to just pick whatever bounty they wanted off the board and go for it. Everyone was still milling about, talking to each other or leaving for their own quest. No one seemed to pay him too much mind which made Darc feel lonely, so he should go look for a team to work with. Already two people had picked a contract and were going to look for a group. Either some wolf or some troll. Darc decided he would go after the troll; chances are they'll have the strength in numbers against the troll, which will make Darc's own unique magic talents more obvious. Not to mention the chances of Darc getting a troll as an undead servant was too tempting to pass up if they can slay it. So Darc goes over to the table with the two girls and smiles at them. "Hello hello! I'd like to join your hunt. Darc Riovas, at your service. My magic ought counter the troll's regeneration, so I'll leave it to you two to make sure he doesn't get too close to me."</s>	<\|message\|>Cain Bellanaris "Sorrui" Cain said sheepishly before putting his weapons on the rack, and continuing back to his seat. The man listened to the explanations of how the guild works, a simple hunt and gather type system that was easily understandable to him. Afterward, Cain stared at the various papers in each person's hands, the troll was a new enemy he had no experience in fighting. But by the description, it would be a worthy fight the giant of a man moved closer to the horsewoman and her companion. Pointing to the paper before himself, making his intention to join clear.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophiel Sargute Personal Information Titles: Seagull, Sophie Age: 16 Gender:Female Date of Birth: 4/14 Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magic, keeping things prim and proper Height / Weight: 5'2" (160 cm) 50 kg Appearance: Personality: Sophiel holds herself with politeness in mind and tries to be the best person in the room. She'll speak up against bullies, she won't tolerate any mischief, and she will absolutely not tolerate failure. Even when she finds herself with someone she extremely 'dislikes' she will act courtesy and treat them respectfully. Though to call this a facade is partially true, she means and doesn't mean with what she says and does. Sophiel is heavily an idealist. She has an unwavering faith to her ideals and cannot be swayed from them. Such as her view of justice that was passed on to her by her parents. "Whenever there's evil, you must exterminate it. Leave no trace behind so that peace shall be upheld." Those were the words that were engraved to her heart and took them to the extreme. No matter what kind of cruel acts she commits, she will not hold any remorse as long as her ideals are upheld. To how she actually feels is a different story. Compared to her facade, she does want to help others whenever they need it and wants people to pay attention to her. However her constantly developing jealous feelings of inferiority keep on manifesting whenever they outshine her, much to her shame. These feelings will constantly peck at her whenever she feels harassed or targeted, and are never to be shared with anyone. She is a logical and emotional person which causes her to be confused whether her feelings are justified or not. When poked around the topic about her magic, she'll feel extremely flustered and become extremely upset. It's best not to bring it up to her. History: Born into a relatively strict family Sophiel was born as the youngest out of her three siblings in the household. Out of the three of them it was easy to tell that Sophiel was the runt of the litter due to her incompetence and weak will. While her magic was the strongest out of the three, her inability to control it made it a wasted effort. She was treated well, but was not pampered like her other siblings. This in turn made her into a meek and timid kid that was most often bullied during her childhood. Not being favored by her parents and receiving the harassment of her peers caused her to develop feelings of inferiority to people all around her. It did not matter if they were friend, family, or foe, it just mattered whether she felt it or not. This deep envy lead her to feel great shame for feeling these kinds of things. However, this would all change when an abrupt series of events had occurred. Her older sister eloped and ran away with a man that had deeply charmed her, her older brother was killed when he tried to interfere during a hit and run. The C-Class curse was the cause for this, her parents said as they mourned for their loss. However despite that, what was supposed to be a horrible time for her family didn't seem to faze Sophiel. She continued as if nothing happened. Secretly though, deep inside, she was elated to hear of their demise. It meant that she had the sole attention of her parents. With no apparent heir left, except for her, they trained her to be the next heir. Focusing on physical combat instead of magic, they trained her without giving her a moment's rest and passed their ideals onto her. Not once did Sophiel stop nor did she complain. All she did was train until she felt like she was going to fall apart. She basked in her parent's attention and enjoyed every moment they shared together. Never had she felt happier in her life. Once her training had been finished she was enrolled into Avalice to be recognized as a hero among all, a title that Sophiel most deeply wanted. Starting in Class M, she tried her best to support her classmates and be a role model to follow. Despite that she grew envious of her classmates and grew to detest them as time went on. While her facade was well received, it was put to a stop once they saw her in action in combat. The Sophiel in the field was completely different from the Sophiel in spars. She was brutal, merciless, and cruel. Anyone she would consider evil would be brutally mutilated or killed. Not even the teacher could sway her from moving from such brutal methods. She was transferred to Class C thereafter. There was hope under the guidance of a former Miracle Seven that her current path may be changed. Sophiel wasn't upset that she was being transferred into Class C, in fact she was more than happy to transfer into that class. This is where she would prove that she was superior to her siblings and claim honor for herself and family by graduating under the cursed class. Combat Information Classification: Might Mana Color: Light Green Mana Characteristic: A beautiful, noble, calm presence that envelopes all that come near to it. Yet, at the same time it's a disgusting, impure, and distorting feeling of wrongness. A pure contradictory and hypocritical existence. Equipment: Leather gauntlets Magic: Song Magic: Gathering Spells: Inconsistent Chorus: A spell that activates whenever Sophiel fails to use her magic in the correct fashion. Mana is released and gathered and creates a barrier like structure that repels anything that is around Sophiel. This spell also imposes a burden to Sophiel and those within the barrier as it freezes them in place until the spell has canceled. Techniques: Three-way Current: Sophiel pivots and swings out her leg to kick in front of her. Quickly, she sets down her foot and kicks again with her other foot at a low angle and again quickly sets down her foot to prepare for her next kick. This time she aims high and thrusts out her final kick. Each kick has more power than the last one before it. Bow Gun: Sophiel takes a step back as she pulls back her arm. In the next instance, she lunges forward and thrust her fist forward in quick succession. This move is more effective as an opener in the fight, though if given an opportunity the quickness of this move may be useful mid fight. Sail Breeze: Sophiel throws out fast jabs aimed mainly at the 'torso' of the target. After throwing many jabs at the opponent she takes a step back, pivots and uses her remaining momentum to thrust her elbow into the target. Parameters Mana: 4 / 5 Channeling: 1 / 5 Magic: 5 / 5 Technique: 3 / 5 Strength: 3 / 5 Speed: 4 / 5 Body: 3 / 5 Intellect: 4 / 5</s> <\|message\|>Caelum Tempesta --- Location \|\| Train → Forest → The Village — Outskirts of Genelogia • Interactions \|\| Everyone we need dat @everyone tag --- Caelum couldn't deny himself some of the simple pleasures the train had to offer. Avalice was a beautiful place on its own and Caelum had spent many hours trying to bask in her wonders as much as he could, but seeing her pass by him as the train continued on its path was a different, if not pleasant, experience. Along with some spring rolls he had ordered and some refreshing juice, the boy had no complaints about how he were to spend his time. Though, I could do without the death glares from the Queen of Thorns, Caelum lamented momentarily, daring not to look over to her. Instead, he led his gaze out the window, seeing the hint of colors that shouldn't be there. It wouldn't be long after waking up from a short nap, heeding the advice to rest up when he could, they arrived at their destination. The first alert he got was from Professor Nyx who was less enthusiastic than the train conductor announcing it a few moments after. Caelum gathered the trash he had collected, grabbed his bag, and his sword, hoisting both on his person as he followed the rest of the class out. At a nearby trash can, he deposited the empty plastic juice box and sandwich wrappings into it. As they made their way a little further away from the train, Caelum couldn't help but observe the professor looking at a map and muttering something. He only heard the whisperings of "northern trail", everything else was out of his range of hearing. Not like it mattered because, within ten seconds, the focused professor declared his instructions to the class, ordering them to stick close. "And yet I hear nobody ask about the five-mile journey ahead of us." Caelum let out an annoyed sigh, perking up immediately when the professor gave him the task of the rear, which was just the polite way of saying to the back of the line. But Caelum was, if nothing else, able to follow simple orders. From the back of the line, Caelum had the distinct pleasure of not being able to see most of his class, only those who were probably two or three positions in front of him. He had Stormbringer out as a precaution. Traveling through this forest, although nowhere as serene as the plains and countrysides he'd been to during his couple of years of travel, Caelum felt more at peace being able to put his walking boots to use than being forced to sit down in a train (or in Han's case, stand up for a few hours). He had fond memories of developing certain skills as he went, being taught what berries were poisonous, what healed, what were best as a snack for the road. These memories often came with a backdrop of a reminder about how he was practically without family and maybe, in some way, Caelum clung to his class as a surrogate. Or maybe he was getting too lost in his memories of the past that he was getting too emotional. But then again, Nyx, though not exactly, had a certain tough, strict older brother vibe that Caelum was starting to like. Smiling at the thought, it was only after he forced himself to direct all of his efforts onto the path ahead did Caelum notice the odd coloring of the leaves. He noticed earlier, but he didn't give it much thought, but now, as he looked around, something definitely wasn't right, he just didn't know what. The group arrived and that feeling from earlier held more weight than he initially thought. The sight of a guy with bark for skin would do that, which clearly wasn't natural. Or at least I hope it isn't natural. Caelum's understanding of this world wasn't as expansive as some of his classmates, but he was almost certain having dark brown, barky skin wasn't organic. As he nodded, he kept most of his vomit-for-thoughts to himself and simply watched as those with the proper knowledge about unnatural conditions, Caelum just listened but found himself a little bored by the details. Still, he couldn't help but voice his approval of the idea to gather information. "I second that notion!" Caelum added, which was nothing useful but it was out there nevertheless! "We're strangers in a strange land with strange happenings," Caelum mused to the others. "It's all just very strange."</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Train - 5th car Mandi had tilted the head to the left and right as Misaya began to address the mage from out of nowhere, the words spoken were met with a blank facial expression before Mandi's hands began to clap. "Oh! That kind of rhymed, I think. What did you say again?" The hydromancer had tapped it's chin with a single finger, looking Misaya over momentarily as Alberta didn't seem willing to answer the questions posed. "Oh nevermind~." The hydromancer waved one of it's hands in a dismissive manner before having gotten seated at one of the remaining spots, remaining quiet for the remainder of the train-trip. Genelogia - Outskirts Mandi had chosen to remain silent even as the class and the professor got off the train. But the young mage was making good use of it's eyes and ears, making sure to hear out what the professor was saying and secondly the other students. When it came to sights, there were the strange autumn coloured trees, a desolate looking village and lastly a villager which seemed to be afflicted by something. Mandi had some suspiciouns of what it possibly could be, but what use would there be in telling the others about it all? The trip through the forest had been just like any other stroll for Mandi who happened to do plenty of wandering about. Whereof it were indoors, in a forest or a road didn't matter much. There were after all plenty of things to think about while walking, while at the same time looking for things of interest. As it were now however, Mandi's classmates were delving into such matters. 'If they need something they will ask, though the likelihood of that is far lower now...' The mage thought, with a slight exhale, blowing some strands of hair away from it's face.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophiel Sargute After that little embarrassing train conversation with Ty, she left him once the train arrived at their destinations. Still a little red, she sighed before taking a deep breath. Note to self, practice tolerance. She felt a little inflicting pain onto her classmate just because she was embarrassed, so she needed to work on that later. For now, she would have to stay vigilant as they made their way to a village. Staying close to Yvaine, she remembered the young girl talking to Sekhandur earlier. While she didn't talk to Sekhandur that much, he was a possible bad influence by the way he carried himself. Standing boldly like a king with no land to call a kingdom. While she couldn't tell the mana any different like her classmates, she did notice their attentiveness towards their surroundings. Looking at it now, she understood why. The leaves were out of the season. Currently, it was spring yet the leafs were colored as if it was fall. "How strange," She muttered to herself as they made their way towards the village. For her first time visiting a village, she doubted that she was going to see a thriving community that Ty would have told her it would be. When they arrived at the village, her suspicions were confirmed as it looked like the village was quarantining itself. Some houses boarded up, the village itself seemingly thrived on silence, and there was an ill villager on the grounds of the village. His skin was had become bark like and had a vacant expression. Alberta was right, though she could have put it a little more politely, they shouldn't try to talk to the villager. Who knows what might happen. "Yvaine, stay close to one of us." Sophiel said. Knowing Yvaine, she'd probably attempt to heal the villager in order to cure him or relieve him in whatever pain was he in. She agreed to what Kiara had to say, however she felt a little angry when she did, they should gather as much as intel before taking action. "Agreed, hopefully there are some who are left unaffected by whatever is happening here." There was also one more thing she wanted to know. How long has this affliction been happening? Looking at the man it may have been recent but looking up at the boarded houses, she would have to beg to differ. "What kind of artifact did the thieves steal from the archives?" She muttered to herself. Her classmates were most likely thinking the same. It seemed their professor was just a clueless as they were. Was it truly the artifact, or was it something else entirely?</s>
<\|description\|>Ty Varen Personal Information Titles: The Cub Age: 16 Gender: Male Date of Birth: August 8 Hobbies: Cooking (and eating), Exploring, Staying Active. Height / Weight: 5'2'' / 105 lbs Appearance: Personality: Boisterous and rowdy with an attitude much larger than his stature. Ty is a boy that knows no fear, even when he should. He is quick to judge whether he will like someone and slow to change his mind about it. Want an opinion? He's got one for pretty much everything, even if he has no idea what he's talking about. But, beneath his rough exterior is ultimately a kind heart. History: Ty comes from a long line of hunters. Every member of his family, male and female, extended or otherwise, braves the wilderness and bests wild beasts to take home food. And they all have rugged physiques as if they've been genetically engineered for the task. To say he was the runt of the litter would be an understatement, and he was constantly bullied by his siblings and his cousins. His small size compared to his family earned him the nickname, "The Cub," quite derogatory for a family of hunters. However, the Varen family used only a small bit of magic. Just a bit of augmentation to make them more swift or their eyes a bit more keen here and there. Ty knew he'd never be able to best them physically, so he trained in the one area they all neglected: magic. He saw it as the great equalizer when he discovered his beast magic. He could do things his siblings could only dream of. Problem was, they didn't care. So, he decided to prove them wrong and become a hero. Then they'd have to care! On Ty's first day at Avalice, he issued a formal challenge to the first seat of The Miracle Seven, against pretty much everyone's advice. But, he was adamant, and goaded the first seat into accepting the challenge. The fight lasted all of ten seconds, and nobody was surprised. Frustrated, but not deterred, Ty vowed to take that seat one day. Combat Information Classification: Might Mana Color: Tiger Stripe Mana Characteristic: It feels like a predator, crouched and hidden, ready to pounce! Equipment: Ty's spellbook is a leather-bound journal with various sketches of animals rather than words explaining spells. His magic is kinesthetic in nature, so images convey the information he needs far more effectively than words ever could. Magic: Beast Magic - Adaptation Techniques: Tiger Claw – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his arm into a tiger claw. As the name suggests, he can slash at enemies as swiftly and strongly as a tiger. Sixth Sense – By channeling mana, Ty gains a heightened sense of awareness. He senses aren't enhanced, per say, but he is more aware of the things he can sense. Constrictor Limb – Ty uses his beast magic to alter a limb into a snake-like form. His limb can wrap around an enemy, choking them and crushing their bones. Bull Charge – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his upper body, making it as hardy and resilient as a bull's. With a sudden burst of speed, he can batter his enemy. Tortoise Shell – Ty uses his beast magic to form a shell on a part of his body. Obviously, good for blocking. Parameters Mana: 1 / 5 Channeling: 2 / 5 Magic: 2 / 5 Technique: 5 / 5 Strength: 4 / 5 Speed: 4 / 5 Body: 4 / 5 Intellect: 1 / 5</s> <\|message\|>Kress Alstein Mm, it was nice to see that everyone had so many interesting opinions, and that they weren't afraid to share them either! This definitely was a change from his usual household circumstances, and Kress could definitely say that he liked it. Already, the young boy had a couple of quotes scribbled down from his peers, with bold statements such as "you're just as much of a loser as anyone here" and "a sage knows that all blame is foolish" and "sanhan kumranjahnman", which had to be a religious saying somewhere or the other. Even "I kicked them out of my life" was evocative and interesting, the sort of objection that seemed like an upgrade of "you can't fire me, I quit!" Certainly, the world beyond the estate was colorful and vibrant, in a way that was almost a bit scary. Just almost. Such strong language from everyone usually only happened once Father and his business partners had too much to drink. He kept pace with the professor as Nyx lead them to the plaza. With 26 classes, there definitely was a lot of cool variance. People wrapped from head to toe in fine silk. People bare-chested and bearing scale-like scars. People armored in what looked to be approximations of muscial instruments. People...woah, was that a giraffe? He'd never seen that before! Compared to the Miracle Seven that received tons of applause, Kress found himself more drawn to the sights of everyone and everything else. He'd practically committed all of the Miracle Seven to memory by now, from the 1st to the 107th; it was the rest of Avalice that drew the young boy's interest, and honestly, Headmaster Augustine couldn't have finished his speech fast enough. "Thanks, Professor Nyx!" Waving cheerily as he ran off, Kress soon disappeared into the mass of humanity, lost amongst those bigger than himself. Food stalls called for him, but club stalls called for him even more. Research societies for all types of magics and mights, and quite a few Miracle Seven fanclubs too! The Avalice Academy Cheer Squad did backflips off each other's shoulders. The Market Trends Research Club pulled out magical projections of graphs that all showed upwards climbs in profits. Up above, a dragon, brass and gear-born, screamed through the blue skies, banners advertising the Cult of the Clockwork God trailing behind it. And down below, the Arcane Paints Club was doing five minute portraits for all interested, their sharkman mascot posing alongside all the students. Weird that sharks were associated with painting, but hey, maybe they made pigments from hunters of the sea. Which made this slightly macabre...but Kress didn't mind! It was interesting~! Queueing up behind the mob of interested people under the assumption that it was a proper queue to begin with, the blue-haired youth patiently waited. And waited. And waited... But the mob never really grew any smaller, and more people kept joining in from the sides...</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru The lecture hall incidents had just gotten worse and worse, first there was the bickering and then the guy rushing headfirst into Yvaine. Not to mention another young woman by the name of Verena, having the gall to steal the reserved seat for Yvaine which Mandi had aqquired. 'Verena Parieau. Talkative. Oblivious.' The hydromancer softly shook it's head and then the professor explained that indeed, the lecture hall was not the place for disruptions of this kind and that he expected better. His words were however cut short by an announcement which requested all classes to report to the academy plaza for a welcoming ceremony. Then they were all led outside, where the professor handed Kiara some form of token, appointing her as class representative. 'Until further notice...' Mandi thought as the group was moving forth, the young mage didn't disapprove of the decisions. It seemed that Kiara was orderly enough. And order was certainly in high demand at the moment. Upon reaching the plaza, there was an old man doing some form of welcome speech. Mandi recognized this old man as Headmaster Augustine. The young mage had seen posters with the old man before, and it wasn't uncommon to hear others talk about him, including within Mandi's own family. The hydromancer had however never spoken with him personally, which surely wasn't uncommon. As the man was most surely quite busy and there were many students about. The old man's speech made Mandi go into deep thinking about the founding principals. Strength, honor, kindness and heroism. That's until the miracle sev- six put themselves on display. 'The miracle seven. I wonder how many has had it their dream to stand amongst them or defeat them. It doesn't lie in my interest to defeat them, neither to try become like them. My final opponent is of a different kind. Even if you cannot select all your battles, I am not afraid of losing a fight against these people. A victory or a loss against them wouldn't make me anything more nor less than what I were before. No matter what anyone says. I must remain myself, I cannot be anyone else. Only by doing that can I gather the strength needed to face the dark... and not lose. Like they did.' Mandi deeply pondered, while all around the young mage people would begin to move about now that the opening ceremony, well at least the speeches were overwith. The hydromancer glanced about to see if there was any classmate to actually approach to talk with, ultimately settling on Sophiel and approaching her. "Pleased to meet you~ I'm Mandi El-Alzaru, one of the students of Class Camellia. I take it the ceremony were to your liking, miss Sargute? We are to be roommates by the way~ <3" The young mage smiled with eyes closed, tilting the head slightly to the side, causing the ponytail to slide to one side of the mage's face. Mandi opened the eyes shortly afterwards, spotting Yvaine in the vicinity aswell. "Oh! Miss Yvaine, over here~! Do join us!" The hydromancer smiled and beckoned towards Yvaine to join them by extending one arm and hand out towards her. 'She's has such a pure look about her...' Mandi blinked quickly, looking towards Yvaine and then back to Sophiel. "Let's get along shall we~? Okay?" Mandi gave a wide smile to Sophiel, offering a hand for shaking.</s>	<\|message\|>Ty Varen Up until now, Ty didn't think it was possible for anyone to be as insufferable as the Alberta chick. He was about to stand up and challenge her to a duel right then and there, but the professor slammed his hands on his desk, demanding order. "Yeah, yeah..." Ty grumbled, slinking down in his chair. He wasn't exactly ready to start an argument with a man who used explosions to open doors. Despite his commanding tone, though, he seemed quite a bit less intimidating than professor Mavis. Whenever he acted up last year, it was a lightening bolt right to his bottom. Nyx was a former miracle seven, the second seat no less. Surely he could do more to control the class than just yell... Before the professor could finish his tirade, though, the announcement rang through the classroom, calling everyone for the welcoming ceremony. "Sweet!" Ty exclaimed, hopping onto the desk and vaulting over the row in front of him with a flip before landing gracefully in the aisle. Moving around a bit was the perfect way to get rid of his sour mood... even if he had just done 250 situps less than an hour ago. He more or less stayed with the class and out of trouble as the walked to their seats. The headmaster gave a rousing speech as usual, and Ty cheered loud enough for the whole class. "Wooo! You tell 'em Al!" He loved hearing lofty speeches like that. Bold words and boundless aspirations. As old an venerable as the man was, he knew how to get people like Ty fired up. But, the main event came soon after. The Miracle Seven stood before the rest of the school in all of their austere glory. However, one was missing. Damn, did he really not want to show his face? If it were anyone else, Ty might have accused him of being a coward, but the the cub knew better than anyone else that the first seat had nothing to fear. With power like that he was sure to go on and achieve great things. For all of Ty's boasting, he actually did respect the power he was up against. But, that's what made it worth taking on. After the speeches, Professor Nyx was gracious enough to let them enjoy the festivities. Ty didn't wait for permission of course, not when there was food involved. But at least that meant he wouldn't get scolded afterwards. Few people knew how to navigate the food stalls as well as Ty. In less than a minute, he had a fluffy sponge cake in one hand, a roasted chicken leg in the other, and the remains of some pork-on-a-stick dangling from his mouth. It was certainly an awkward position to be in when approached by a girl. Ty gave Eris a quizzical look at first. Lord Varen? Was it his wild orange hair, his hand-me-down clothes, or his clearly regal table manners that implied nobility? Whatever it was, it was pretty amusing, and he was sure the girl was just trying to be polite. He finished up the pork, tucked the stick behind his ear, and took a bite of his chicken leg, while he listened to her... reprimand him? Thank him? She clearly wasn't happy he started trouble in class, but she phrased it in such a kind way that it was impossible to be mad at her. He even felt a little guilty for causing her trouble. He swallowed his chicken so his mouth wouldn't be full when he spoke. At least that aspect of manners was practical as far as Ty was concerned. "Well, first of all, I'm not a Lord or anything like that. So, just call me Ty" He flashed her a friendly smile. "And yeah... definitely lost my cool for a bit there. Sorry if I dragged you into a fight you didn't want. But man, that Berta girl really ticks me off. Even the first seat wasn't that rude when he kicked my ass." He said the last part casually, as if it were no big deal. He felt no shame in his defeat. It happened, he accepted it, and next time he'd win. "But, yeah, I guess pissing off the professor probably isn't the best idea. I might get exploded this year instead of just shocked." He let out a small chuckle. He honestly had no idea what she meant by "the one." Of course he was one person. How could anyone be more? But, he followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at one of his targets. "Hana'O, eh? That the one you wanna take on? She's pretty cute, but I bet she's super dangerous. She's only one step below that death... knight... guy... thing. But hey, work hard and I'm sure you can do it." He finished off his chicken leg and tossed the bone into a bin. Then, his tone became more somber. "They're not gods, you know. People revere them, but they're just people too. This year, I'll beat at least one of them. Maybe I'll start with seven this time. I wonder how big the gap between the first and seventh seat is. Heh, guess I'll have to find out." Before Ty could continue musing, though, he was called over by one of the booths. The school's cooking club was recruiting. "Oh, sweet, the cooking club! You should come check it out 'Ris." He motioned for her to follow, with the hand holding the cake and headed off in that direction, preparing to greet his old friends. They were already at it, practically chanting, "Hey Ty, do the thing! Do the thing!"</s>
<\|description\|>The Black Prince 16 \| Male \| 31 July \| 4 Cubits \| 3254 Gold Debens Hobbies Dice games, chariot racing, hunting, fashion, makeup, jewelry, plotting to usurp his father's throne. Personality Sekhandur is narcissistic, hedonistic, indulgent, and uninhibited; all traits one would expect from a one who literally believes himself to be a god walking among mortals. Despite these qualities, he is surprisingly genial, lacking the pettiness or cruelty one would expect from one with his mannerisms. Sekhandur can also be diligent, determined, quick-witted, generous, and contemplative. His more benevolent nature stems from his god complex as well-- he truly believes that he is genuinely a superior being, and feels no insecurity or need to defend that fact. Even so, he is not without a dark streak. If the situation calls for it, Sekhandur can be utterly ruthless, scheming, or deceptive, as he sees no reason to choose the most pragmatic route to attaining that which he desires. History Sekhandur is the bastard son of the God-King of the Empire of Kemet, Pharaoh Qezremah IX, and a highborn woman of lesser nobility, Nefertari Khain. Kemet is a vast empire that rules much of the deep desert, famous for its towering stone monuments constructed by legions of slaves and undead. Qezremah, the ninth Pharaoh to bear that name, is referred to by many of his subjects as the White King, partially due to his kindness and generosity, but also due to his perceived weakness and cowardice. It was this kindness that moved him to bring Sekhandur to live with him at court, legally recognizing him as the Pharaoh's son, when he learned of his birth. A largely unprecedented act for a king, this action spurred much discontent among his advisors and the high nobility. Despite their protests, Sekhandur lived as a prince in the royal palace, enjoying the same care and privilege as his trueborn sisters, as for the longest while he was Qezremah's only male offspring. Much changed when Qezremah's sister-wife, the Queen Manya, bore him a son, the prince Orimund. Now that he had a trueborn male heir to marry to his daughter Itzara when it came time for her to ascend to the throne, he had no need for Sekhandur within the palace. Rather than simply do away with him as a more brutal king might, Qezremah had him sent away to the distant city-state of Genelogia, under the guise of having him study to become Itzara's vizier. In truth, he hopes that Sekhandur never returns to Kemet, and in fact bribed the administrators of Avalice to set Sekhandur up for failure, who complied with his request by placing the exiled prince in the class with the worst track record for graduating students: Camellia. However, Sekhandur learned of his father's plot quite some time in advance, as he first sensed something amiss when his magical tutor refused to teach him the domain of Kemeti magics reserved for those of royal blood: Sesha-Hebsu, the Closed Book. Rather than having this power denied to him, before his departure for Genelogia Sekhandur stole into his father's private vault and made off with his personal grimoire, hoping to teach himself the secret magic of kings. Combat Information Classification Magic Mana Color Iridescent shimmering GOLD on BLACK Mana Characteristic The humbling magnificence of a billion stars shining in the desert sky. Equipment Sekhandur carries a Was staff for channeling his power, a magnificent tool adorned in pure gold and lapis lazuli. He also carries bears his father's grimoire, the tome "Hymns of the Creation of the Temakh", which carries not only the secret utterances of kings, but ancient history about the origins of Kemet and its royal bloodline. Magic Sekhandur is a student of Sesha-Hebsu, the secretive branch of Kemeti magic reserved for its God-Kings and their descendants. This magical style draws on the divine power that has been preserved for generations in the pharaonic bloodline since they first mixed their flesh and souls with the Shan'iatu thousands of years ago. Sehsa-Hebsu literally translates to "the closed book," but is also called "Utterances of Kings," by some, and its power is terrible. This magic can call upon the natural elements to do the bidding of the king, release the pure energy of mana from the king's soul, commune with the stars to divine their secrets, and even assert mastery over the forces of life and death. Spells AWAKEN THE DEAD Sekhandur can compel a corpse to do his bidding. Either briefly rousing it to answer his questions, or reanimating the body as a simple, shambling undead,. CTHONIC DOMINION The incorporeal undead are also Sekhandur's to command. With this spell he may reveal the ghosts in an area, render them vulnerable to physical harm, bind them to his will, or swallow them to consume their mana. GIFT OF THE GOD-KING Unleashing the majesty of his divine soul, Sekhandur can mend wounds and injuries. REBUKE THE VIZIER Sekhandur can shield himself from magic power with special wards. SECRETS RIPPED FROM SKIES By staring into the night sky, Sekhandur can divine the his exact location and the hour of night. WATER OF LIFE AND DEATH Sekhandur can summon a spring of fresh, clear water where he stands, which heals those that imbibe from it. WRATHFUL DESERT POWER Sekhandur commands the essence of the earth. He may scour his foes with blasts of sand, create dust devils that chase down his enemies like living beasts, or create a clay shell to armor himself. Parameters Mana ☥☥☥☥ Channeling ☥☥☥☥ Magic ☥☥☥☥☥ Technique ☥☥☥ Strength ☥☥☥ Speed ☥☥ Body ☥☥ Intellect ☥☥☥☥</s> <\|message\|>Kress Alstein @samakama "Huh?" Kress turned around, and in that moment of indecision, Misaiya could see someone else slip right in front of the blue-haired boy. Not that the boy in question seemed to notice or care. Smiling at his fellow first year, he chimed, "Yup, nice to meetcha too! And don't worry, there wasn't anything much said. Just some lively debate over what it means to be placed in Class C." As he spoke, Kress's eyes scanned over the truant student's attire. Interesting clothes, for sure. He was pretty surprised, even, that those fancy robes hadn't been snagged onto anything yet. Magical? Or mighty? Who knew? Misaiya probably did. "By the way, how d-" Then a familiar face popped up. Not so familiar that he knew much about her at all, of course, but Ankaa was certainly a member of the class, and was certainly a girl, so that was already two things he did know. A silent apology must be said though, to those who she pushed aside on her way here. "Hiya, Ankaa," Kress said. "This is Misaiya, who's pretty late…but also I'm sure Professor Yu- I mean, Nyx, didn't actually take attendance. Probably hard to notice, but he wasn't ticking any boxes or anything over there. So there's like, every chance in the world that he's fine. And yup, I'm just waiting in line-" when there wasn't a line "-and Misaiya just said he'd want to join up. You wanna as well? They even have a shark there to pose with!" She looked curious enough about the whole affair. First time seeing this, maybe?</s> <\|message\|>Ty Varen Ty Varen Ty nodded in approval when Eris called him by just his first name, albeit reluctantly. He always found it weird how all the rich families at this school referred to each other by their last names. He had seven brothers. They couldn't all be Lord Varen, could they? And that didn't even count his cousins on his Uncles' side, which all would share the name Lord Varen. Well, there was only one Ty, and that's what he went by. "Mmm, I guess I should try not to lose my temper like that," he said when Eris clarified her points. "Angry fights aren't fun like a friendly scrap is." Since the subject came up, he was pretty close to offering Eris a light spar to test out their magic, but she seemed to have a bigger target. As good-looking as the Seven were, Ty had never once considered them potential romantic partners. Not because he disliked them in any way. For the most part they seemed like decent people. But, a hunter doesn't date his mark. And if he did end up falling for one of them, how would he be able to fight them when he needed to? Surely someone as smart as Eris wouldn't make that mistake. "Heh, no worries. I'll introduce you to the club another time. Go get her!" He gave Eris an encouraging pat on her shoulder before letting her go pursue glory. He'd definitely have to grab a spectator's spot for the duel. But, the cooking club called to him once again. "Come on Ty, we need you to attract new members," one member said. "Yeah, everybody's watching the martial artists fight. Put on a show!" "Welllll..." Ty rubbed the back of his head and looked away, feigning a moment of modesty. "I guess I can't neglect my obligations to my sworn brethren." He darted over to the stand and was eagerly welcomed behind it. The other students were passing them by, treating them like any other food stall. Most didn't even realize that it was something they could join. But, Ty was here to change all that. One of the members tied a headband across his eyes, waving his hand a few times in front of Ty's face to make sure he couldn't see. A couple of passerby muttered. "They doing a blind taste test or something?" Then they put a knife in Ty's hand. Ty took a deep breath and called out to the crowds with all the volume his lungs could muster. "SHOW'S ABOUT TO BEGIIIIIIIIINNNNN!" Ty channeled his mana and activated his Sixth Sense. He still couldn't see. The headband was tied properly and everything was pitch black, but the knife he held, its weight, its balance, its relative position to the rest of his body, it all became more clear. He knew there was a bag next to him. He had seen it before and could gauge the distance. With no hesitation, he reached in with his left hand. He recognized the texture instantly. A carrot. He slammed it down on the cutting board and ran his finger along it once to gauge its length. Then he chopped. Rapid, precise chops that diced the carrot into tiny pieces, perfect for a soup. The chops came dangerously close to his fingers, but he knew where they were and he knew where the knife was. An unwanted collision was impossible. The carrot was chopped, then he set his left hand down on the cutting board. His fingers were not spread very far apart, but still he brought the point of knife down between each of them. He navigated the spaces between his fingers with rapid stabs, eliciting some gasps from the audience. Even knife specialists wouldn't attempt something like this blindfolded. And yet, he was unscathed. He reached back into the bag. A tomato. Perfect slices. Another lap across his hand. Another vegetable, another lap. After a dozen runs, he finally set the knife down and took a bow, enjoying the applause. He relaxed his mana flow and gave the crowd a thumbs up, still blindfolded. "If you guys enjoyed the show, consider joining the cooking club. Especially first years. We've gotta teach the next generation how to eat!" With the blindfold on, though, he had no idea whose attention he might catch.</s>	<\|message\|>The Black Prince Sekhandur's quiet enjoyment of his tea was short-lived, as a tallish girl with brown hair and rose-red eyes made herself known. She sidled up to him and made a variety of comments about the brew he was drinking as well as the individual that had made it. Her voice sounded familiar, but Sekhandur could not place where he had seen her previously. It was supremely lucky for her that the tea was easing his headache considerably, or he would not have been in the mood to entertain her overbearing demeanor. If he had been feeling less patient, he would likely have been mulling over what form of facial mutilation would best teach her to mind her manners. As it was, he instead humored her opinions on tea. "Common things have their place." Sekhandur answered in an even tone. "The king's road winds high above all others, but from his place of privilege he enjoys the beauty of every path." He drained what remained of his tea, and set the ceramic cup down on the nearest stall counter. They were quickly joined by Kiara, and Sekhandur returned her friendly greeting with a polite smile. Then soon after her, another oddly familiar girl appeared, also asking about tea. Sekhandur felt his restrained smile becoming forced. He was not quite upset by the sudden crowd forming around him, but he had a feeling that he had just been sucked into a conversation that he didn't have any real interest in. Honestly, who cared that much about tea? You drank it for breakfast if there was no coffee, or if you were feeling sick, or if you were eating with your grandmother in the royal gardens. It wasn't that interesting. Regardless, he still felt the need to keep up a decent appearance in front of Kiara, and tried to keep his expression placid. "Yes, do tell us. Regale us with your expertise." He said to the red-eyed girl, doing his best to not sound too condescending as he feigned interest. He folded his arms over his chest, causing his jewelry to chime gently, and looked down at her with gleaming golden eyes, like a desert cat's.</s>
<\|description\|>Yvaine Ozana ☾ 16 // Feb 29 // Female░░ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ personal HOBBIES Singing, star gazing, reading, fortune telling HEIGHT / WEIGHT 5'3 (161.5 cm), 102 lbs (46.2 kg) PERSONALITY At first glance, Yvaine would seem to many a pillar of elegance. She carries herself with an almost regal manner, not imposing but compelling all the same, and exudes an air of gentleness that can be quite infectious. Children and the elderly in particular seem to take solace in her presence; one of the younger girls in the convent used to say she had the same effect on her as her favorite doll. Genuine to a fault, Yvaine has a tendency to overextend her generosity if someone so much as looks at her with pleading eyes. Her naturally soft-spoken voice and traditionally feminine sensibilities serve to reinforce the image of her as this graceful person, but in truth, her outward poise belies a clueless, wide-eyed romantic with embarrassingly pure notions about the world at large. All the years she spent behind the walls of the priory has definitely skewed her perception of reality. Most of her worldly knowledge was attained through books and the alternatingly sugar-coated or embellished stories told by the priory's novices. As a result, Yvaine tends to see blue skies and silver linings. Perennially curious and laughably gullible, Yvaine's desire to learn about the world, supplemented by her wild imagination, will have her believing everything she's told. HISTORY Orphaned at an early age, Yvaine was raised by the renowned sisters of the Priory of St. Cecilia alongside other young girls sent there to receive holy orders. For a long time, her whole world consisted only of the convent and its daily goings-on. She had to earn her keep by running errands about the priory: cooking, cleaning, and everything else in between. Despite not being officially enrolled as an apostle, she was exposed to the classes being taught so often that she eventually picked up on the art. She learned the tenets of the faith and the ways of holy magic, and although she only got to practice when the other students lent their scrolls and scriptures, she would prove to have a natural inclination for it. When the abbess found out, she immediately imposed upon her a series of trials to further assess her abilities. Not a week later, an eccentric nobleman arrived at the convent, seeking Yvaine and claiming guardianship over her. The process was remarkably instantaneous: one moment, she was running errands as usual and the next, she was whisked away by a complete stranger, to the world that lay beyond the convent walls. Even now, Yvaine hasn't found out how her guardian procured the necessary paperwork needed as proof, but she admires him for his beyond generous contribution to the priory. Yvaine didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the carriage with her mysterious guardian, but going from the priory directly to the famous Academy of Might & Magics was beyond even the scope of her imagination. ▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ combat CLASSIFICATION Magic MANA COLOR A bright gold that seems to almost gleam and glow, especially under a night sky. MANA CHARACTERISTICS An inviting embrace that makes you feel at peace. Simultaneously like basking in the sun, with a cool breeze lapping at your skin and bathing in the moon's glow, its light warm and soothing. EQUIPMENT 𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 - In place of the standard mage's spellbook, Yvaine uses a hymnal scroll that contains the celestial dieties' sacred texts and its accompanying musical score. There are a wide variety of hymns available at her disposal, but in order to use it to its full potential, Yvaine must not only know the words and the melody, but understand its meaning as well. MAGIC Hymn Magic: Astrolatry SPELLS Sunrise 『 The Sun ☼ 1st score, 2nd verse 』 As Yvaine sings the hymn, a small glowing glyph appears beneath the intended target's feet. The person will feel a gentle warmth envelop them, soothing any pain they may have as wounds begin to mend and ailments are alleviated. The more severe the injury, the longer the hymn has to be drawn out. Lunar Eclipse 『 The Moon ☾ 3rd score, 8th verse 』 Yvaine summons a protective barrier around the target that lasts as long as she can properly perform the hymn. Its shape is dependent on the current phase of the moon, which means it is only all-encompassing during a full moon. On a new moon, the spell acts differently: while Yvaine is unable to cast the barrier around others, she can cast it on herself, at which point the barrier not only repels attacks, but redirects it in turn. Starfall 『 The Star ✫ 5th score, 4th verse 』 Yvaine calls forth stars to rain down from the sky, creating blinding pillars of light that strike within the vicinity. If a star comes into contact with someone, the person is momentarily stunned. Constellation: Pegasus 『 The Star ✫ 2nd score, 3rd verse 』 Yvaine sings a short hymn that grants her a temporary pair of wings--small and glowy, looking almost like they're made of thousands of tiny stars--and the ability to fly. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ parameters \| \| \| \| MANA ★★★★★ \| CHANNELING ★★★★☆ \| MAGIC ★★★★★ \| TECHNIQUE ★★☆☆☆ \| STRENGTH ★☆☆☆☆ \| SPEED ★★★☆☆ \| BODY ★☆☆☆☆ \| INTELLECT ★★★☆☆ \|</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Train - 5th car Mandi had tilted the head to the left and right as Misaya began to address the mage from out of nowhere, the words spoken were met with a blank facial expression before Mandi's hands began to clap. "Oh! That kind of rhymed, I think. What did you say again?" The hydromancer had tapped it's chin with a single finger, looking Misaya over momentarily as Alberta didn't seem willing to answer the questions posed. "Oh nevermind~." The hydromancer waved one of it's hands in a dismissive manner before having gotten seated at one of the remaining spots, remaining quiet for the remainder of the train-trip. Genelogia - Outskirts Mandi had chosen to remain silent even as the class and the professor got off the train. But the young mage was making good use of it's eyes and ears, making sure to hear out what the professor was saying and secondly the other students. When it came to sights, there were the strange autumn coloured trees, a desolate looking village and lastly a villager which seemed to be afflicted by something. Mandi had some suspiciouns of what it possibly could be, but what use would there be in telling the others about it all? The trip through the forest had been just like any other stroll for Mandi who happened to do plenty of wandering about. Whereof it were indoors, in a forest or a road didn't matter much. There were after all plenty of things to think about while walking, while at the same time looking for things of interest. As it were now however, Mandi's classmates were delving into such matters. 'If they need something they will ask, though the likelihood of that is far lower now...' The mage thought, with a slight exhale, blowing some strands of hair away from it's face.</s> <\|message\|>Sophiel Sargute Sophiel Sargute After that little embarrassing train conversation with Ty, she left him once the train arrived at their destinations. Still a little red, she sighed before taking a deep breath. Note to self, practice tolerance. She felt a little inflicting pain onto her classmate just because she was embarrassed, so she needed to work on that later. For now, she would have to stay vigilant as they made their way to a village. Staying close to Yvaine, she remembered the young girl talking to Sekhandur earlier. While she didn't talk to Sekhandur that much, he was a possible bad influence by the way he carried himself. Standing boldly like a king with no land to call a kingdom. While she couldn't tell the mana any different like her classmates, she did notice their attentiveness towards their surroundings. Looking at it now, she understood why. The leaves were out of the season. Currently, it was spring yet the leafs were colored as if it was fall. "How strange," She muttered to herself as they made their way towards the village. For her first time visiting a village, she doubted that she was going to see a thriving community that Ty would have told her it would be. When they arrived at the village, her suspicions were confirmed as it looked like the village was quarantining itself. Some houses boarded up, the village itself seemingly thrived on silence, and there was an ill villager on the grounds of the village. His skin was had become bark like and had a vacant expression. Alberta was right, though she could have put it a little more politely, they shouldn't try to talk to the villager. Who knows what might happen. "Yvaine, stay close to one of us." Sophiel said. Knowing Yvaine, she'd probably attempt to heal the villager in order to cure him or relieve him in whatever pain was he in. She agreed to what Kiara had to say, however she felt a little angry when she did, they should gather as much as intel before taking action. "Agreed, hopefully there are some who are left unaffected by whatever is happening here." There was also one more thing she wanted to know. How long has this affliction been happening? Looking at the man it may have been recent but looking up at the boarded houses, she would have to beg to differ. "What kind of artifact did the thieves steal from the archives?" She muttered to herself. Her classmates were most likely thinking the same. It seemed their professor was just a clueless as they were. Was it truly the artifact, or was it something else entirely?</s>	<\|message\|>Yvaine Ozana Genelogia outskirts → Train ☆═━━━━━━━━━━━ Yvaine was all ears as Sekhandur shared some information about his fascinating heritage, and had even hurriedly rummaged through her pack for her journal. Eagerly, she jotted down notes as thoroughly as though she were listening to one of Professor Nyx's lectures, writing questions in the margins and circling the things she was particularly interested in. Like the Judges of Duat! She practiced the proper pronunciation of Shan'iatu under her breath and spent the next couple of moments imagining an ancient desert ruled over by kings that transcended life and death. Genelogia outskirts → The Village ☆═━━━━━━━━━━━ As they trekked through outskirts of Genelogia, Yvaine was wide eyed and awestruck at every little thing. The green of the forests seemed richer up close than it had been through the smudged lens of her telescope. The babbling and burbling of the river were like music to her, and she trailed close to the bank to watch the little frogs and fish go about their day. She took joy in Sophiel's company, pointing out dozens and dozens of curiosities that caught her attention as they passed by. Eventually, her eagerness took its toll. Despite having built stamina from years of grueling chores, Yvaine had yet to be accustomed to long stretches of walk, and soon after their hallway point, she had started lagging behind along with Alberta. To remedy this, she manifested her wings and flitted by Caelum, who had been acting as rearguard. The rest of the trip became easier now that she was off her feet, and twice she soared up high to better appreciate the landscape. She didn't think she would ever tire of such a view, especially an outlandish one like this, where autumnal trees grew happily beside springtime ones. From what she read in books, such a thing could have only happened inside magical greenhouses, yet here it was. Yvaine thought nothing of it until Professor Nyx pointed it out. How curious! She was normally sensitive to mana, but this had completely escaped her notice. It must have been very unusual magic indeed. It wasn't until they arrived at the village that Yvaine understood the levity of the situation. Her smile faltered at the solemn sight as an unsettling chill ran down her spine. It was obvious something was amiss; but beyond strong sentiments that the village was sick, Yvaine couldn't tell what was causing it. Ankaa was first to spring into action, and Yvaine heeded her call immediately, unceremoniously dropping her baggage to rush in and help. Her hands had already unfurled her scroll instinctively, needing no guidance to find the exact verse she wanted, and the melody half out of her lips when Sophiel's warning reached her. Yvaine stopped in her track, hesitantly halting the magic. The others were correct. They didn't know what ailed this man—what if her magic only made his condition worse? She studied the growths on the man's skin with uncertainty, her brows furrowing in apprehension as she failed to come up with a diagnosis. When she helped out at the priory's sanatorium, Yvaine became exposed to a number of ailments she hadn't known existed, both of the magical and non-magical variety. Even with that knowledge, she drew a blank now. "Professor," Yvaine turned to him helplessly. It didn't sit well with her to ignore someone in need of aid. She was relieved when Kiara at least acknowledged tending to him, even if the others seemed hesitant. "Please, there must be something we can do for him!"</s>
<\|description\|>Caelum Tempesta 16 ♦ 5/29 ♦ Male ♦ 5'6/134lbs --- Personal Information --- titles. • Stormbringer \|\| The main title often associated with Caelum due to his style of magic and also the name of his sword. • Young Adventurer \|\| For his thrillseeking tendencies • Curious Caelum \|\| For his unrelenting curiosity and general habit of being nosey. hobbies. • Finding out new things (useless or not) • Adventuring • Asking too many questions • Strawberry shortcake (everyone has a sweet tooth) • Napping in the fields of wherever he travels personality. Caelum presents himself in the most honest, genuine, but absolutely annoying, of ways. Well, let's backtrack. He is someone with an inquisitive mind, and his appetite for knowing things knows no equal. He is always willing to pay attention to those willing to tell him stories. On the equal, opposite side of this coin, his gluttony for knowledge also leads him into asking questions. He is the very embodiment that tests the theory of "is there such a thing as a stupid question?" He has a love for adventure too, which also stems from his time as a child, exploring areas of his village that may or may not have been too dangerous for him to go to alone. This again ties into his curiosity and he often will go in it alone. He is always down for going into the dark cave or creepy forest. Will this break rules? Maybe, but part of him doesn't care. Part of him likes risk. With no risk, life would be pretty boring. history. Throughout his entire life, Caelum was told the tales of the Miracle Seven and the vast city of Avalice and the Academy of Might and Magic. His father, who was once a student and someone in the running of the legendary group (though a few mishaps led to utter failure) told him of all of his adventures and how the stories he repeated back to his son didn't do it justice. Caelum was told of the monsters his father fought, the lessons he underwent, the number of hours spent honing his magic - all of it was done so and yet… And yet, though Caelum wouldn't know it until years later, his father's stories weren't told with pride but shame. It was a shame that forced him to a small village far out in the countryside where the most adventurous thing that happened were the gatherings of wild boars in the fields near the village. Despite how his father felt about his failures, Caelum looked up to his father. In this life where your greatest achievements aren't defined by what you did but what you keep on doing in the face of adversity, Caelum's father, once a powerful mage by the name of Vento who commanded wind, soon found his purpose — his legacy — one fateful day. As rain poured down on the village of Valore, clouds gathered and lightning began to strike upon the fields and trees, setting everything ablaze. The fire spread and panic soon followed, but it was one house that sat upon a tall hill that remained unharmed and protected by a brilliant light. This light warded off even the rain. After it was all said and done, when the village was in ruins and Vento and Caelum walked out unharmed, though confusion was one of the first emotions to come after the terror of their home destroyed, a shining beacon of hope presented itself in the aura that surrounded Caelum. Brilliant and ethereal, his body was covered in a cloudy mana aura, hovering around him like a cloud over the sun. Sparks of green electricity, even if it was just for a split second, flashed in his olive eyes. And in that moment, when Vento had all but given up on life but his son, his own fire awakened in his son. And for eleven years, as time went on and Caelum grew into a young man, by the age of fourteen, he had gone from a young boy with all of the magic potentials in the world to a trained young man with skills and a genuine lust for knowledge that his father, who finally caved in after falling ill just five months ago, possessed. Caelum spent a couple of years traveling the lands. He possessed the skills to last on his own on the road but he knew where he was going. His father had told him of the place when he was younger: The Academy of Might and Magic. A wonderful place his father told him about and he had every intention of becoming a student. He would make his father proud. No matter what it took, Caelum Tempesta would do what his father could not. He would become a Miracle Seven. --- Combat Information --- classification. Might mana color. Shades of mystical blue, green, and pure white. mana characteristic. Like wind is pushing against your face, carrying you, lifting you up and then like a jolt of electricity surges through your body, sending a tingling sensation through your entire body and after. equipment. Stormbringer — A magically-imbued sword that was passed down to him from his father. It is a simple, singlehanded broadsword as white as the clouds in the sky after it rains. With it, Caelum is capable of channeling his mana and use it for battle. magic. Elemental Magic: Storm Paladin techniques. Piercing Lightning Caelum centers the flow of his mana into his Stormbringer and coats it in a static lightning aura. As it cackles, by swinging it in whichever way he needs to, a thin, yet powerful slice of lightning is hurled at an opponent. It is capable of stunning them for several moments. Surging Shock Caelum stabs his Stormbringer into the ground. By placing one hand on the top of the hilt and the other on the ground, he simultaneously channels his mana through the ground and his sword, creating a fissure-like effect on said ground and it explodes in a 6-foot geyser of blue-green lightning, aiming to hit anything within its path of destruction. Maelstrom Barrage As Caelum rapidly slashes at an opponent with his mana-infused blade, short bursts of wind and electricity follows almost immediately. He keeps this up for twelve slashes and finishes it with a final, charged downward vertical slash that sends a concentrated blast of electricity into whatever it touches. Parameters Mana: 4 / 5 Channeling: 4 / 5 Magic: 3 / 5 Technique: 3 / 5 Strength: 3 / 5 Speed: 3 / 5 Body: 2 / 5 Intellect: 3 / 5</s> <\|message\|>The Black Prince --- Sekhandur's quiet enjoyment of his tea was short-lived, as a tallish girl with brown hair and rose-red eyes made herself known. She sidled up to him and made a variety of comments about the brew he was drinking as well as the individual that had made it. Her voice sounded familiar, but Sekhandur could not place where he had seen her previously. It was supremely lucky for her that the tea was easing his headache considerably, or he would not have been in the mood to entertain her overbearing demeanor. If he had been feeling less patient, he would likely have been mulling over what form of facial mutilation would best teach her to mind her manners. As it was, he instead humored her opinions on tea. "Common things have their place." Sekhandur answered in an even tone. "The king's road winds high above all others, but from his place of privilege he enjoys the beauty of every path." He drained what remained of his tea, and set the ceramic cup down on the nearest stall counter. They were quickly joined by Kiara, and Sekhandur returned her friendly greeting with a polite smile. Then soon after her, another oddly familiar girl appeared, also asking about tea. Sekhandur felt his restrained smile becoming forced. He was not quite upset by the sudden crowd forming around him, but he had a feeling that he had just been sucked into a conversation that he didn't have any real interest in. Honestly, who cared that much about tea? You drank it for breakfast if there was no coffee, or if you were feeling sick, or if you were eating with your grandmother in the royal gardens. It wasn't that interesting. Regardless, he still felt the need to keep up a decent appearance in front of Kiara, and tried to keep his expression placid. "Yes, do tell us. Regale us with your expertise." He said to the red-eyed girl, doing his best to not sound too condescending as he feigned interest. He folded his arms over his chest, causing his jewelry to chime gently, and looked down at her with gleaming golden eyes, like a desert cat's.</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Mandi have kept smiling as Sophiel introduced herself again, albeit this time it was on a more personal level. "Looking forwards to working with you too~ My friend~ Oh if you didn't pay too much attention, then I'm certain you have your reasons. You look like a deep thinker, and you know what they say about deep thinkers? They are really clever." The young mage said in a reassuring manner to Sophiel, while waiting for Yvaine to get close enough, but not only did Yvaine get close enough she reached out to snatch one of Mandi's hands. The young hydromancer was caught abit offguard by this, but allowed Yvaine to lead on. Mandi's hand was then placed on the girl's chest, feeling the heartbeat within but also Mandi's own heartbeat answering it. Mandi's face grew slightly red around the cheeks, looking down at where the hand now where and how Yvaine's chest was way more impressive than Mandi's. At least to the young mage's opinion. The mage's eyes would slowly move up to look at Yvaine's eyes as the girl spoke. 'What a direct and honest girl... her heart… no her entire body is radiating with warmth... my heart is beating similar to yours.' Mandi thought quickly before replying back to Yvaine. "I would love to be friends with you, miss Yvaine~" Mandi said with a smile, but then came the thought that it was now Mandi's turn to properly do an introduction on a personal level. The young mage had shook hands with Sophiel, but now Yvaine had done an unusual but warm greeting of her own. The hydromancer knew that just doing the same kind of introduction to Yvaine could show a potential lack of imagination, thus Mandi decided to do something else. As Yvaine still held the hand, Mandi leaned in and attempted to plant a soft kiss on Yvaine's cheek. "I'm Mandi El-Alzaru, let's become really close friends okay?~" The young mage stared deeply into Yvaine's eyes unless there would be a brake in contact, it almost seemed like there was thousand stars within Yvaine's eyes the way they seemed to glimmer upon mentioning that there was in fact some pastries nearby that required to be liberated. Mandi gave her a wink before speaking again. "Oh pastries? They do smell kind of sweet, almost as sweet as you two~" Mandi gave a cheeky smile, gently trying to take hold under one of Yvaine's arms. "Let's go, miss Sophiel, miss Yvaine~ Let's confiscate the pastries for examination! Okay?~" Mandi threw a sideway wink to Sophiel soon after, followed by a friendly snicker, beckoning to Sophiel to get closer. Their first quest and the reward could possibly be a sweet one too.</s>	<\|message\|>Caelum Tempesta Location — Avalice Academy Plaza --- Most of the time, Caelum would often find himself exploring the wonders that interested him. The festivities he couldn't help himself from noticing appeared like one of those things someone like him would delve into deeper. It appeared to feel like there was something to be found, something to know about, something magical to experience. But instead of doing any of that, despite his go-to actions suggesting otherwise, Caelum kept his place in the stands, feeling content watching. His eyes had obviously kept their fixated gaze on the Miracle Seven (well six of them). They were everything he hoped they would be and more, but part of him felt disappointed in himself for not doing more. In the past when he thought about what it might be like to meet them, to see them in person, to possibly get the chance to talk to them, he always imagined he'd walk up to them with all the confidence of a true warrior and maybe make an impression on them. Perhaps it wasn't much, but reality was not as exciting as the fantasies one entertained during sleepless nights. As he could only gaze from afar, holding his sword tight and close to his person, Caelum looked up. At that exact moment, his heart was threatening to pound itself from his chest. Standing directly in front of him as if they were just any ordinary person, Ines the Silver, one of the strongest warriors in all of Genelogia and quite possibly someone so strong that she made Caelum look like a puny child unable to walk in a straight line, was just a few paces away from him. Perking up immediately, a few stutters left Caelum's lips. They were inaudible and completely unrecognizable within any language known to man. Coughing and taking in a relaxing, slow breath, Caelum gave it a second shot. "C-Caelum! My name is Caelum." He managed to say without biting his own tongue. "Or if you m-mean my sword, it's Stormbringer. My sword's name is Stormbringer." As he spoke, he gripped Stormbringer by the hilt with as much pride he could spare, given the state of his being right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Maël DuClair Age: 31 Appearance: More on the inconspicuous side of things might describe it best. He's 6'4", of average muscularity and slightly overweight. His face features blue eyes, a pointed nose, thin lips and a beard trimmed half-heartedly. Jeans, a black leather jacket and a hoodie for the more rainy days are his best friends. Aside from the cigs, of course. Concept: Rookie with hard to explain talents, unless... Powers/skills: The DuClairs are a family of nobles which can be tracked back deep into medieval France, but much of their fame and money has disappeared over the countless turmoils and societal changes of past centuries. Still they maintain a quite significant fortune and economic influence, but only in Europe. The American branch, dating back to the heyday of steamship-powered migration at the end of the 19th century, has never made much progress past the average in their new environment and isn't paid much attention to by family headquarters. A record in the family register states that Beaumont DuClair, one of Maël's grand-grand-grand-grand-(...)-fathers, once had a joyful night with a woman later accused to be a witch. While she found a fiery death at the stake he subsequently was regarded as a victim having been seduced. A disproportionate fraction of his children and their children in turn either showed signs of mental illnesses, were physically crippled or generally rather frail and short-lived. What was deemed to be an 'evil curse' acted upon him by said witch seemed to fade away over time though and there is no lack of more strictly scientific explanations in present day. Maël's situation is an entirely different nut to chew on though. He's the first down the bloodline who both inherited enough of the demonic seed planted by the succubus and whose human nature exhibits enough compatibility not for him to end up like his unfortunate predecessors. It's a component rather diluted given the many centuries that have passed since its origin, but it's there and -- that's the actual problem -- never considered explaining itself towards its owner. Maël can tap into some demonic prowess, temporarily enhancing attributes such as strength, speed and (maybe most important for an investigator) conventional/magical perception to levels that would otherwise be undue not only for someone of his lifestyle, stature and overall background. However, in this state, he also suffers from a bunch of drawbacks such as an alteration of his skin and eyes that might attract or frighten the public to a disadvantageous degree. He becomes generally more prone to violence with bare hands, teeth and blood in particular and overreacts more easily with a certain disregard of his own well-being. It's not like there would be a simple on/off switch, instead it's more like a ritual during which he pushes himself to the borders of his humanity. It also takes time of forced calmness to get himself back to normal again. Things your character wants to happen (probably wont): * Maël joined the group of paranormal investigators because he himself is, partly, paranormal. He hopes to discover more of his own nature and how to control it properly. This simply can't be done in the ordinary public environment. * Find out if there is any way to predict or even influence what will happen to his own childs, should he ever found a family. Too many of those have died in the past. * Not get dragged into the abyss by some full-blooded demon or get captured by crazy exorcists who might show interest in him when he is blazing like a star for those who can see it. Things you as a writer wants to happen (maybe will): * Cry 'Havoc!,' and let slip the personal frenzy! Once more unto the warp core breach! * A good manhunt, maybe ? Be it him being the hunter or the hunted. * Some comedy is always good, be it ordinary or of a sarcastic subtype</s> <\|message\|>Edgar "Stormraven" Stormhrafn, known as the Azure, also called Alfrikr Edgar placed his coffee cup down on the table with a faint 'clack', and he breathed in through his large nose as he considered the evidence before them. One of the reasons he joined the Sunday Group, other than a chance to make a normal wage, was so he could keep an eye on the spirits and eldritch beings of the world. Particulary the beings that hunted and fed upon men. If the demons or followers of the primordial chaos returned to the world, he was as likely to find the news here as he was in his sanctum. These corpses were an oddity, he admitted. Many aberrations could have slaughtered these men in that fashion. Immediately he thought of a Wendigo, but it was dismissed as soon as he thought it. A Wendigo would need outside help to travel such distances, and far more of the corpses would have been devoured (if it left anything at all). A Fomorian of celtic origin might leave the water at each scene, but not the ice necessarily. It must have been some spirit or wraith, at least when he was given such limited information to go with. But perhaps there was more... "Play both images back, will you girl?" He bade Ellie. She had either given in or kept her cool long since they had met from his useage of 'girl.' It was hard to halt saying it, since everyone here could be his thrice great grandchildren. He performed a quick Lunkt Aiga spell mentally as she humored him, his eyes gleaming faintly for the briefest of moments. In modern terms, it allowed him to zoom and clean the images in his mind, doing what most software could do in a fraction of the time. Technology was so limited, he thought to himself. As he soaked in the two images, he found something. The melted ice was of course a slight giveaway that narrowed down the list of suspects. Whatever had killed them was likely or nordic origin, his specialty. It wasn't the style of any celtic beasts, or inuit monster. This thing had brought the ice with it and had left it at the scene. But what he truly found fascinating was the blue tinge of the skin just as the cusp of eviscerated injury. Edgar lit his pipe as he pondered the information, not wanting to conclude it was some form of frost jotun or ice-wraith, but considering the possibilities highly. The magician hobo took a lengthy draught of his pipe before using the instrument to point at the projector. "I suggest you print out the images and magnify." He said to the group. "You'll see a frost blue lining along the edges of the wounds that suggest that if it was not from some ice creature, it was done by a weapon edged in ice. It was done by a weapon of Jotunheim if I don't miss my guess. Though it is possible that a wizard such as myself, or an arctic beasts committed such a crime. For ice magic is telling but not exclusive." Puffs of smoke wafted about his wizened face. "Perhaps if I was at the bodies I could perform a divination, and the length between the crimes is concerning. But as it stands, my conclusion is a Jotun. Even weaponless, a frost giant can use the ice on his body to rend and tear midgardians with relative ease." He was concern on the implications of such a reality if it were true. Jotuns in the americas either meant they were expanding their territory or they were desperate, and both promised more deaths in the future. He would need to consult the books in his personal library to render more information however. He was sure there was something more to be found. He turned his head to regard Val, sizing her up. "Young one, I am in need of your assistance." He said, eyes filled with the promise of wisdom. "Do your best to make better coffee for next time. I can't think after drinking that hot garbage." He finds the ice to be put there from the perp, and finds blue tinges from an ice weapon/appendage on the wound @Fetzen@Rapid Reader@Jarl Coolgruuf</s> <\|message\|>Clive T. Davidson Clive laced his fingers together and fixed the image with a thousand yard stare. Everything in the room but the image faded from his mind as he analyzed every detail of the bodies and their surroundings. The wounds were clean with little tearing in the skin. His best guess was that whatever performed these killings was likely part of a group either by alliance or species. The blade work suggested intelligence at least enough to wield a blade if not make one and the fact the bodies were not consumed counted out more bestial creatures. If he were to be perfectly honest, everything the wizard said went right over Clive's head. Norse mythology was not at all in his knowledge base, but Edgar's assertions lined up with his own thoughts. "Had to have been a blade of some kind and a sharp one at that," Clive agreed, "The cuts are too clean to have been made with anything but a very sharp edge." He pondered for a moment, sorting through the collection of monster lore contained within his mind and the clues at hand. Ice related, intelligent, uses a blade, either part of a group or able to move vast distances relatively quickly. "Kigatilik fits the bill as well. I doubt he'd leave the Arctic Circle, but there's always the possibility. Do we know if these men were shamans or magic practitioners of any sort? Did they have any connection to the Inuit peoples?" Perhaps Edgar had ruled out the possibility of Inuit creatures, but Clive wasn't ready to count them out so soon. Clive agrees with Edgar's assessment about the wounds and offers another possibility for the culprit.</s>	<\|message\|>Maël DuClair For the entirity of both Edgar's and Clive's talk, Maël did his best to hold back his urge to cough. He respected Edgar, really, but only for everything that was not related to his habits of teleporting and smoking that wicked weed he did. One day the Sunday Group would burn down not due to alchemistic experiments gone wrong or a Djinn making a house call, but due to the inherently evil spirit of deactivated smoke detectors. Yes, he smoked too -- but in front of the door. Trying to save the world the printing of a bunch of colored images, he stepped forward and tried to find the blue-ish lines mentioned right as they were being projected onto the wall. Unfortunately though ice-blue on white was not a very good combination by the means of an ordinary beamer. "Well I can't see them, but if you say so I guess they are there, Edgar." And now the tall man coughed, trying to make the best of the disturbance by returning back to his chair and freeing the projection of himself. "While nordic stuff clearly is your profession I feel obliged to add that we should not rule out second- and third-grade possibilities. Someone could have constructed a magically refrigerating sheath for a sword of his imagination which is made of ice. Simply pour some new water into that thing once its product has lost its cutting edge and dump the bloody piece of evidence into your longdrink after you're done and before the police shows up." Now Maël himself deemed the hypothetical example just given to be quite exaggerated, but he hoped that it delivered the point: There were other posssibilities and one should not close one's eyes to those, particulary not to the combination of magic and machine. Nordic beasts had been catalogued long since, but no catalogue in the world would be capable of holding a record of all inventions possible if just the human mind's wickedness was allowed to roam freely long enough. "Judging by the images I'd say that only a small fraction of the victims' bodies has actually been consumed, so this was not done in order to still some hunger but out of either bloodlust or a very artificial desire. What strikes me more however are two things: The presence of a larger body of water in both cases and the fact that Mr. Greg, despite being in very immediate danger, decided to relay his call to 911 through Mrs. Olivia instead of doing it directly, thereby wasting a lot of time. For what ? Men in nice clothes normally don't have that much of a bad reputation that they no longer can call the cops directly. I think we should put our eyes on both the victim's social environment and the pond. If the motive is indeed artificial this might provide more insight." He sighed. "Even if that includes paperwork..." Maël couldn't resist the temptation to take a glance over towards their cowboy. Maël pointing out some circumstances not most immediately related to the actual kill and trying to provide a course of action.</s>
<\|description\|>Jaun Ramirez ◄ 36 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'8ft ► P R O F I L E --- Juan isn't one to play around he's dead serious and when it comes to the job nothing else could mean the world to him. Taking down bad guys, well it's part of what he does and he does it damn fucking well those who disagree are usually left in hand cuffs or are out of the unit. Juan ain't a big guy he's a little mini Bucko, but that dosen't mean he can't pack a punch. Not it just means they are asking for it, looking back he could see the visions everyone was thinking he'd be nobody. Now he was a hot shot team leader, he trys to keep his ego in check but sometimes that fails. As a leader he likes to lead directly, sometimes he micro manages all aspects of the squad but he's a loving and endearing leader when he's trying to be. C H R O N I C L E --- Scum vato from Mexico. He use to run in a gang it wasen't the type of life he wanted but it was the life he lived, being a young kid in Mexico he made all the wrong choices and some more but that didn't stop him from getting what he wanted from life. Women, money and power but it all came crashing down on the young Mexican, The authorities well they didn't like the fact he was trying to sell coke on the streets. They locked him up until he turned snitched of course, working for the authorities he turned against his own crew - a rat, a snitch that's what he would be remembered as in Mexico. Though years later as a young adult, he would get out and move to a land of opportunity - The U.S.A. though he never made it to the famed L.A. or NYC he ended up in Ramsey. The place was a shit hole, and without much opportunity he ended up taking work as a security job for a while before quitting years later and joining the RPD. Why would he join as a cop? It was unclear to some but he'd learned to appreciate the other side of the law, he joined up and hit patrol for a while and throughout his years he moved up to RPD Swat where eventually he'd take over the unit. M E M O R I E S --- PC: TBA E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- M4A1 - Red dot - Flashlight mounted - 5 x 30 rnd mags. Glock 22 - 3 x 15 rnd mags. - Flashlight mounted. Various other mission-specific gear. Roles: Team Leader</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge. "Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner." He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives. He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands. "Fire in the hole..."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s>	<\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s>
<\|description\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara ◄ 35 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'10" ► P R O F I L E --- Scott is a quiet guy, calm, and cool as a cucumber. He doesn't have the sense of justice most Officers have. Known in the department for being a great shot, he rarely draws his weapon. When he does he will hit his target. Extremely disciplined, most people think he is uptight. C H R O N I C L E --- Born in the suburbs, Scott grew up in a relatively normal household. His father is a Marine veteran and owner of a successful construction outfit, his mother is a housewife. Scott has a brother 5 years his junior who is a CPA. Scott is the typical suburban white male. After high school, Scott enlisted in the Marine Corps like his father. Through hard work, he rose in rank, eventually making his way to MARSOC, specifically the Marine Raider Regiment. In the Raiders, Scott's MOS was Special Operations Capabilities Specialist specializing in Long Range Recon Patrols. After separating from the Marine Corps three years ago, he became a police officer after not finding full time work. Quickly tired of being a flat footed beat cop, Scott found his way to SWAT. M E M O R I E S --- PCs TBA, dependent on cast NPCs Ian Ferrara - Scott's younger brother. The two are very close and Ian is a very vocal opponent of the Police. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - M4A1 Mk 18 CQBR - AN/PEQ -5 Carbine Optical Laser - 4x Optical Zoom Scope - Visible Bright Light 2 - 4 x 30 round magazines - SIG Sauer P229 DAK .40 SW - 3 x 12 round magazines - 1 Wireless Inspection Camera with Detachable LCD Monitor - 2 x flash bangs - Trauma Kit - Lock Pick Kit Roles: Pointman</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s>	<\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara After D-Day blew the breaching charges, it was pretty automatic for Ferrara. During his time in the military, he had been on multiple missions where kicking in the door was necessary, but he had also been through many where silence was deadly. Swift, silent, deadly, was always the way he wanted to do things, this job seemed to be a lot of door kicking. The perp was on the ground, dazed and bleeding as he cleared the room quickly. Seeing no hostiles and equipped with zipties, Ferrara cleared the perp. First was securing his hands, then instinctively he searched for an S-Vest or other explosives that may be hidden. This sort of training never left you. Clearing the weapon, a Mac-10, he noticed some blood on the ground, wounds were checked and Ferrara left the perp on the ground ready for the next step.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts ◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ► P R O F I L E --- Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night. C H R O N I C L E --- Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving. Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team. M E M O R I E S --- NPC: Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows. PC: To be confirmed with other players E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm - 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve. - FN Five-Seven - 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve. - 3x flashbang. - Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc) - Multitool. Roles: Assault</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, "Ferrara here." Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, "I will be right there." Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs. "Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day heard music in his head. Some Black Flag hardcore shit. It got him amped. It sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him of football. This shit was football, but with real stakes. No worries about CTE here. Just a goddamn bullet in the brain. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the toughest men in the RPD. His tours of the Western were shit of legend. He once pulled up on a drug corner on a raid. Slapped the entire crew in bracelets. The big man on the block wouldn't stop running his goddamn mouth, even in cuffs. The other cops wanted to tase the mouthy motherfucker. D-Day put the big man on his feet. He fucking towered over D-Day, over six inches on him. D-Day undid the bracelets and offered him a chance: Me and you, one on one. You beat me you get to walk. I beat you, it's an added charge of resisting arrest. The big man cracked a grin. Five minutes later, D-Day was bouncing his goddamn head off the pavement as he spat teeth. The van rocked him back to the present. The van swayed. J.R. said something. D-Day got the gestalt. Bangers, guns, hostages a maybe. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing they couldn't handle. He was in his body armor, black greasepaint under his eyes. The music pounded in his head. He was ready for fucking war. "Point me where to go," D-Day said, his hand on the shotgun slung over his shoulder. "And I'll do the rest."</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking". The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts ◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ► P R O F I L E --- Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night. C H R O N I C L E --- Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving. Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team. M E M O R I E S --- NPC: Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows. PC: To be confirmed with other players E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm - 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve. - FN Five-Seven - 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve. - 3x flashbang. - Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc) - Multitool. Roles: Assault</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, "Ferrara here." Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, "I will be right there." Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs. "Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day heard music in his head. Some Black Flag hardcore shit. It got him amped. It sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him of football. This shit was football, but with real stakes. No worries about CTE here. Just a goddamn bullet in the brain. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the toughest men in the RPD. His tours of the Western were shit of legend. He once pulled up on a drug corner on a raid. Slapped the entire crew in bracelets. The big man on the block wouldn't stop running his goddamn mouth, even in cuffs. The other cops wanted to tase the mouthy motherfucker. D-Day put the big man on his feet. He fucking towered over D-Day, over six inches on him. D-Day undid the bracelets and offered him a chance: Me and you, one on one. You beat me you get to walk. I beat you, it's an added charge of resisting arrest. The big man cracked a grin. Five minutes later, D-Day was bouncing his goddamn head off the pavement as he spat teeth. The van rocked him back to the present. The van swayed. J.R. said something. D-Day got the gestalt. Bangers, guns, hostages a maybe. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing they couldn't handle. He was in his body armor, black greasepaint under his eyes. The music pounded in his head. He was ready for fucking war. "Point me where to go," D-Day said, his hand on the shotgun slung over his shoulder. "And I'll do the rest."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking". The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana The SWAT truck was as bumpy as ever, but that was something that Alyssa had grown used to over her years with RPD SWAT. Another day, another call. This seemed like it was your typical barricaded suspect call. Based on what Ramirez said, there was no hope for any sort of negotiation. The goal was to get in and neutralize by any means necessary, which was something that the SWAT team had been plenty acquainted with throughout their years working together. This was pretty much routine, as high risk and volatile as this situation was. They were trained to be as efficient as they possible could've been. "Let's hope there aren't any more civilian casualties." Alyssa muttered, before she pulled the charging handle of her MK18, chambering a round before she tapped the forward assist, securing the bolt forward and rendering the gun live. She glanced at the rest of her teammates, letting her rifle dangle just a bit by the sling as she waited for the SWAT truck to arrive at the destination. The medic was ready to get in there and take out the suspects. Hopefully, she wouldn't have had to treat any civilians or fellow officers. That was the best outcome in her mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Looking at D-Day, Ferrara thought, "Archetypal Meathead, it's hard to not miss with a shotgun." Heaving himself up while the truck skidded to a stop, he hopped out of the back and followed Ramirez, around the front of the vehicle and over the chain link fencing surrounding the property. Local police had already cordoned off the area, not sure if it tipped their hand. Stacking up behind D-Day, then moving closer to the door, when Ramirez quietly asked for the camera. Camera out and sliding the cable under the door, there was a slight click as the screen came to life. Slowly moving the cable inward, Ferrara saw exposed cinderblock in the low light. Tracking left, very slowly, he could see some metal racks of food products and soda bottles. The left side of the room ended with no door cutout or windows. So far this looked like the perps hadn't even checked back here. Turning right, again very slowly, a door became visible on the far right inside wall, most likely the way into the stock room. Positioning the camera for a more upward picture, Ferrara saw the door setup and started to relay the info to D-Day, "Dee, it's a deadbolt, looks like the door has one large hinge going up from the floor." Suddenly the camera flashed, as a light was turned on in the room. Ferrara, ripped the cord from under the door and slowly made a hand signal calling for absolute quiet. Kneeling back down with the machine, he started to slowly slip the camera back under the door. Now basically next to the door was the first perp he'd scene, cigarette in his mouth and a locked and loaded Mac-10 in his hand. Popping up he whispered to the group, "One perp right by the door, I would suggest the C2 for the door. D-Day blows the door, I clear the room. This guy will go down in the blast. Everyone else can stack up on the inner door to the store. Thoughts?"</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge. "Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner." He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives. He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands. "Fire in the hole..."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara After D-Day blew the breaching charges, it was pretty automatic for Ferrara. During his time in the military, he had been on multiple missions where kicking in the door was necessary, but he had also been through many where silence was deadly. Swift, silent, deadly, was always the way he wanted to do things, this job seemed to be a lot of door kicking. The perp was on the ground, dazed and bleeding as he cleared the room quickly. Seeing no hostiles and equipped with zipties, Ferrara cleared the perp. First was securing his hands, then instinctively he searched for an S-Vest or other explosives that may be hidden. This sort of training never left you. Clearing the weapon, a Mac-10, he noticed some blood on the ground, wounds were checked and Ferrara left the perp on the ground ready for the next step.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana As breaching charge blew, Alyssa surged in and made her way inside, keeping her gun pointed upwards and in front of her as she cleared the room and scanned for threats. There was one man on the floor, which Alyssa had quickly noticed was bleeding. After the room was clear, Alyssa moved to the apprehended suspect and checked him for any visible wounds. So far, all that was visible was a head laceration but other than that she could not see any wounds on his person. After he was cleared and no longer a threat, Alyssa tended to his wounds with her first aid kit and addressed the bleeding, before returning to the formation, ready to continue the sweep of the gas station.</s>

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<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim Skills: Basic Ass First Aid --- --- Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down. For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video. "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "She's definitely a very good kitty and is definitely going to get more snuggles later, isn't that right Betty?" she said happily towards the cat who meowed in response to what she said, purring slightly too. She giggled slightly at her cat, more then a little happy that she had the armor that allowed her to be more useful in a fight. Then again she always found Betty amusing when she was wandering around with a knife or something in her mouth. That cat was pretty dangerous when she wanted to be, unless she liked you. Her attention was drawn away from her own thoughts with regards to her awesome little kitty cat (though Betty wasn't so little anymore) as the giant started talking. Klara rolled her eyes slightly as the giant tried to seemingly bargain with them over the tools. Something was odd to her, the fact that the giant really wanted the tools. "Why the hell do you want the tools? Seriously, this is ridiculous, you think we're going to just hand you tools that don't belong to you without you giving us a valid reason to believe anything you say or whatever? You really are dumb."</s>
<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- "Hey, Klara." Dalisy smiled. Klara and she had an odd relationship, that for those not in the know would assume was hostile. Considering it was Dalisy, no one would be surprised if she had a hostile relationship with someone. That was basically a given. It was nice to not be sitting alone though so she was polite with her. She also wasn't in a bad mood. Though that shifted when Baulder announced that Helgi hadn't come back. That was unheard of. She frowned. How did the Hotel bring people back? She hadn't given it any thought before. "Klara, do you know how the resurrection here works?" Klara had been here longer than her. She also realized that if she died, again, she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her sister, or the other Dalisys. Her permanate death could mean...serious problems.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Runa's heart sank slightly as Klara went to go sit elsewhere, but she nodded. She just liked having both of her best friends at the table together, but she didn't say anything - it was her problem, not Klara's. Klara could sit wherever she wanted to and Runa could always catch up with her more later. "I'm good," Runa answered Nadia, smiling ever so slightly. "... Just wish there wasn't such a large crowd..." she then admitted. She understood that it was a serious time and everyone had to assemble, but having so many people in this space made the walls feel like they were closing in around her. She nodded at Arnora slightly in response to her greeting, before paying attention as her father started to speak. They weren't allowed to kill each other - it was such a strange concept, but it made sense. People weren't coming back to life. It might have been limited to those who had died the day before - or maybe it was still a problem. At any rate, the thought made her incredibly nervous. Resurrections were one of the protections of Valhalla and so many people here didn't know how to express themselves without violence. With the statement about reporting suspicious activity, Runa couldn't help but think again as to whether or not this was an intentional attack.... "... Do you think we're going to be okay?" she then asked Nadia.</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Klara still gave Dalisy a bit of a smile, before she turned her attention to everything that was being said. About people dying and not being brought back once they died, which was not ever a good thing. The idea of not being brought back was a strange one to her, she had just gotten so used to the idea with her centuries of being at the hotel that she had sort of forgotten what it would probably be like to just not return. Though them saying that things could continue normally aside from violence was a bit weird. The whole violence and killing each other was the main thing that happened. Her attention was drawn away from everything that was going on, and how exactly the whole resurrection thing worked. "Actually I'm not too sure really how it all works. All I know, the resurrection works fairly simple with we get killed by someone while we are here, we come back, of course death is more permanent if we die outside of the hotel and all... But in all my years of being here, I've never heard of something like this before... It is really strange... And more than a little bit concerning..."</s>
<\|description\|>Klara Natalia Blake Klara Blake "I lived in a time when innocents were prosecuted on baseless accusations, do you really want to question how I find justice?" --- --- Character Summary Aliases: None Age: 18 Birthday: February 14, 1674 Death Date: March 12, 1692 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Salem, Massachusetts Godly Parent: Thor How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since her death in 1692 Gender: Female Languages: English, Old Norse --- --- Appearance Height: 5 feet 6 inches Weight: 121 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced Personal Style: Klara was from a very different time and place then most. However, since being in Hotel Valhalla she has traded out her typical dresses that she used to wear more of for armor or something a bit more practical, typically armor of some kind that she has gotten since being in the hotel. It works better for fighting and allows her to move more easily, however she won't say no to dressing up in typical dresses or something like that, she always did love fashion, even way back in the 17th century. --- --- Psychology Adventurous * Trickster * Brave * Hot Headed * Kind * Stubborn Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Klara is not exactly a very calm individual, depending on what sort of mood she's in when you meet her. She has a fiery temper that she'll easily let loose on anyone who gets on her bad side. This combined with her stubbornness leads to a bad combination that results in her constantly getting on people's bad sides, however, that tends to not exactly be the worst things. Since she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so to speak, and will easily play tricks on others, sometimes making people think that there was a mistake and she was actually the daughter of Loki. However she does have a few traits that are redeeming, namely the fact that usually she is a very kind and caring person who will fight for those who are close to her. Her adventurous spirit allows for her to go off on a whim, and her bravery allows her to stand up to just about anyone. No matter what the costs are, if she considers you to be a friend, you can almost guarantee that she'd die for you. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip Hobbies: Swimming, reading Fears: * Snakes * Heights * Fire Likes: * Fashion (she even sometimes tries to keep up with what's trendy in the land of the living!) * Playing tricks on people * Fighting * Animals! (except for snakes, they are horrid) * Swimming * Books Dislikes: * Spiders * Snakes (the bane of her existence) * Fire * Skeptics (people who don't believe or understand magic) * Liars * People she thinks are idiots --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.) * Super Strength * Goat Vision! General Skills: * Cooking * Persuasion * Perception * Lock Picking * Drawing * Knowledge of Animals * Tracking Combat Skills: * Sword Fighting * Hand to Hand Combat * Knife Combat * Knife Throwing * Shields Magic Item: * Sylvi - Magical sword that returns to her hand no matter what, it also tends to burst into flames in combat, but will sometimes burst into flames if she gets angry. * Brynja - Turns Klara's cat when activated into a large wild cat, complete with a saddle for Klara and others to potentially ride the cat, as well as to act as actual armor for Betty. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - Armor and cloak with boots to match them. The armor was given to her after she joined the ranks of the dead as it was much more practical of combat wear then what she had been wearing when she died. * Purse/Wallet - She carries around a satchel more then an actual purse, it has a few pieces of paper and writing materials, as well as a few throwing knives. * A knife strapped to her right boot within easy reach. * Her sword Sylvi in it's sheath on her left side * Another knife in a small sheath on her right side * Necklace that is the last thing she got from her mother. It's a bit dulled now from the years Possessions In Hotel Room: * More throwing knives gallore! * Targets that allow her to practice her fighting skills * Her artwork on display * Drawing supplies * A drawing she had made sitting in a picture frame of her, her mother, and her older sister before the witch trials began, in the background was a ghostly almost figure that represented the father who raised her. * Elizabeth her Norwegian Forest Cat named after her sister. Tends to follow her around at times. --- --- History Biography Klara grew up in her home in Salem, the younger daughter of Sarah and Aaron Blake, or at least that's who she thought was her biological father. Her older sister Elizabeth was a fun older sister, and she got along well with her, especially since she was only two years older. She loved her family so much, everything seemed perfect for her. Growing up in a loving family, with parents who loved her and an older sister that she looked up to. Then everything changed, when her father grew sick. Very very sick. They weren't sure what illness it was, and the physician in the small village did what he could for the man, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else that could be done for him. She had been very close with her father, and she completely shut everyone out when he died when she was 8 years old. He had always told her to stay strong no matter what happened, and she tried to live up to that. She always tried to do the right thing, to help others even if it might end up hurting her. There wasn't much she could do though, she was just a young girl whose father was dead. It made her and her sister both anomalies in the town, weirdos, but that didn't matter, she was going to stay by her sister and her mother, no matter what. Then of course, everything changed the month that she turned 18, namely, the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Klara wasn't even sure if these sort of things were even possible, or that those accused even were guilty of witchcraft or something like that. However, things got a bit more messy, when it came to her mother. Her mother, her poor mother, was accused of witchcraft. The "evidence" was something about her mother committing adultery at one point, before Klara had been born. Other bits were just heresay from others, girls claiming that she had bewitched them. She had been hopeless in preventing her mother's execution, and that was what broke her, what caused her to decide to act upon everything, despite what her sister Elizabeth was telling her. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: She died trying to free those imprisoned who were falsely accused during the trials. Klara had snuck into the jail one night, and was slowly but surely starting to unlock the jail cells using a knife that she had brought along with her as she started to free people. That's when she was surprised by a jail guard who instantly tried to stop her, and Klara instantly started to fight back. She ended up stabbing the guard by accident as he tried to arrest her, and she kicked him backwards, before she dropped the knife and instantly started moving the innocents away, having already given them instructions on how to get out of the village. What she hadn't expected was that the guard had picked her knife up and stabbed her with it in the back, whirling around she threw her fist into the man's face. She yelled at the others to run as she started to fight back with the guard, not even caring that she was bleeding out in the process. Her only concern was to protect the innocents who she had freed, and the result ended up with her getting the guard to stop moving, before she completely collapsed to the ground, and bled out. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody Extra Information: Posty post Aesir 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. --- --- Relations --- Klara Blake "Don't mess with me, believe it or not I know what I'm doing." --- --- ⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣ --- --- 💛 Arnora Skadidottir, Daughter of Skadi 💛 "She's pretty cool, and has been here longer then I have." Klara considers Arnora to be her friend, namely since she's one of the few people who are older then her that actually really talked to her when she first arrived in Valhalla. She went on a quest of sorts with her at one point too, but they already got along before then. --- 💜 Nadia Petrova, Daughter of Frey 💜 "One of the younger dead people here! We get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day we're best friends and will have each others backs." Klara and Nadia's friendship might seem like a bit of a weird one considering the fact that they died in completely different time eras. They butt heads a lot, but overall they are an interesting pair. They both also enjoy playing pranks on people, so that's led to a few interesting altercations. --- 💛 Dalisy Bautista, Daughter of Heimdall 💛 "She's alright, gets on my nerves on occasion though." The thing that is probably preventing her and Dalisy from being better friends might have to do with both of their temperaments and the fact that Dalisy doesn't like Nadia who is Klara's best friend. They argue and seem like they hate each other, but Klara and Dalisy have interesting conversations even if it sometimes seems like they'll strangle each other constantly. --- Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details --- Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details ---</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Floor 100: Elevator -> Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super Sense --- --- Dalisy considered just summoning the bifrost herself. It was a tempting option, but she hadn't used it on her own much so her control was...lacking. She didn't want to get dropped off somewhere she didn't intend to go. It would be better to ask her father. She wondered though if the Thanes would have them even be the ones to go deal with the situation. It felt like they were the Scooby-doo gang and getting involved in stuff the 'adults' would be better off dealing with. She kept an eye on Loki though as they rushed down to the Hall. He was still there. "He is still there, but there is some cultist of his coming to break him out." She explained. Her father was certainly going to see that just as well as she had. And give her words some credance. Part of her stomach twisted, what if what she was looking at was an illusion too though. Could Loki fool her...Could he fool her father?</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla Skills: N/A --- --- Runa nodded, a bit surprised that they didn't actually know the location - she thought Dalisay must have known, as she could see it. She also didn't know if they were really the right people to deal with this situation - surely there was someone more qualified to deal with Loki? They had only done it last time as the Norns had pretty much expressly said it had to be them. She pondered that as they headed out of the elevator and into the Feast Hall. She saw her father sitting at the Thanes' table and Runa felt a little strange - she was still getting used to having a father in general. The god thing was just another hurdle. He seemed happy - they had saved everyone, but it was ultimately meaningless - especially if Loki escaped. Everyone was telling the Thanes what had happened, and Runa didn't feel the need to add anything. Time was of the essence. If they were somehow the only ones qualified to stop Loki, then they needed to move quickly rather than stand around talking about how much they needed to do something.</s>	<\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake Location: Hotel Valhalla Skills: N/A --- --- This was beyond stupid. They weren't a bunch of children needing to have an eye kept on them at all time. Since they all were already dead, and personally Klara thought it was idiotic to just wait around to have the gods figure things out, or to have them do everything. They were the ones who knew about the whole thing, and they weren't exactly helpless children. They didn't need to have a babysitter or a chaperone around. Actually with Astrid being around they already had a babysitter of sorts (which also annoyed her to no end). Why should they sit there and alert the others to what was going on? Why did they need to? Seriously, this was dumb, and she wanted nothing to do with these people if they were like,Oh, we need to alert others to what's going on since we are essentially helpless and need to have a babysitter keep an eye on us!. Yeah, it sounded dumb in her brain. Klara didn't immediately follow the others into the Feast Hall, honestly most of that group was pissing her off and she just sort of wanted nothing to do with them currently, since they all were fine with them needing a babysitter to try and actually accomplish or do anything. They were supposed to be warriors and all, so how come they couldn't exactly be trusted to do anything.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor Five Skills: N/A --- --- "Yeah, what Nadia said, but then again I have no idea what other sort of pennies there are, since I lived in what is now the United States, before it even really existed," Klara commented, nodding her head along with what Nadia was saying to Runa as she followed along over to the armor section of the store, as she found something that fit her, and she had to say that the jacket was kind of cool looking. "Alright, gotta admit, that jacket looks really cute," she told her with a smile before her attention turned to looking over at Elizabeth again as she started spouting about Baldur or something not being dead or something. "Or maybe you hit your head a bit too hard when you fell to the ground," she commented towards Elizabeth with a similar confused look to the look that Nadia had. "I mean... It's like what Nadia said... Baldur is dead, and last I checked, kind of has been for a while. Not to mention I understand what you are referring to, at least when it comes to events, since if I remember correctly Hel didn't really "capture" him, when he was killed he went to her realm. If everyone in the world weeped for him, then she would allow him to return to the land of the living, but since that didn't happen, that is where he stayed. Though feel free to correct me if I'm wrong about that..."</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 12 Skill: Longbow --- --- Dalisy pulled her feet up and tucked them under so she was in a three-point stance on the seat of the canoe. That kept her feet out of the water and made sure she was balanced enough so she could take a shot at the three Einherjar ladies that had attacked them. The first shot still went wild, the next two found their homes in the women. One killing and knocking the woman out of the boat. The other only hurting her. Dalisy smiled to herself. She figured Lara would have a harder time with her spear. She might be able to take out the boat itself though. So Dalisy turned and faced the oncoming issues letting Lara handle that as if she was gifting her the others. Though, Dalisy knew that if Lara upstaged her she would be irritated. She wished she had let Lara go first, but it was too late. "What is it about your face that people are attacking our canoe? Or did they just figure it would be easy since the canoe is older than most people who are enjoying their afterlife?" Dalisy asked over her shoulder. It was mostly directed at Arnora as a joke, but a part of her hoped that Lara would take it wrong and make a big deal out of it.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Five -> Floor Thirty Nine Skills: N/A --- --- Runa nodded at Elizabeth's introduction. She had to wonder how old Elizabeth actually was. The flames for eyes was still a bit concerning, although they hadn't returned, yet Runa was keeping her guard up so to speak. She wasn't sure if she could die permanently at any point here, she didn't want to push her luck. She also was afraid that even the temporary death that seemed to happen here would hurt. Like most people, she had an aversion to pain... most of the time. Runa put her right hand on her left arm, knowing the scars concealed by the jacket, all self inflicted. "I'm Runa Johansson," she said quietly. Her anxiety levels heightened as Elizabeth started talking about Balder and Hel. While a few moments ago she had been considering telling Nadia and Klara what she had learned when she died, Runa's instincts now told her to double down on her silence. They were dismissing what Elizabeth said about Balder being alive anyways. From what they said, it should have been impossible for Balder to be her father. Maybe the Gatekeeper she had seen was wrong, playing a cruel joke. Runa relaxed a bit at that idea. Her father, the god of love? It was silly to think about. Her actual father was probably just... just an ordinary man who left her mother. But there was also the fate of the world to contend with, inspiring self doubt. Was this really her secret to keep? What if not telling this caused everyone to die? Runa's eyes started watering up with tears at the thought that she could be responsible for that much suffering. They wouldn't believe her though. Even if she tried to help the world, it would be a doomed effort. It was a cosmic joke. She took the money from Nadia and bolted, throwing the pennies down on the counter since even upset, she didn't want to shoplift. She ran, tears flowing rapidly like a geyser erupting. Runa blindly dashed into the elevator, pressing a button at random, and she stumbled out onto a floor and just kept on running, trying to find someplace to hide.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 12 Skills: Spear --- --- "I can try my best to keep them occupied, but well it seems Dalisy is also on top of it." Lara gently crouched down in the canoe, and then looked over at the other canoe and narrowed her eyes a bit. She knew that she had to be careful about where she stepped and where she aimed... but thankfully her spear would come back to her if she tossed it... but the other canoe got in close, close enough for Lara to make some jabs at them. Sadly, she missed the other woman but... THUD The ever so satisfying sound of metal piercing wood and causing a huge hole in the other canoe made Lara grin at that point. She simply smirked over at the other canoe and then pulled her spear back. Thankfully, even if she had missed the other people in the canoe, she had caused them some damage that they couldn't easily fix it. "Anora, we need to get out of range and quick, think you can do that?" Lara had faith that the other woman could do it, but it was still a bit risky if the other woman left in the canoe wanted her vengeance or to even try hopping over. Lara didn't want to die, not by drowning. She hated drowning, and it was on her list of top horrible ways to die, right up there with being shot to death.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor Thirty Nine -> Floor 472 Skills: Norwegian --- --- Alarm bells went off in Runa's mind, seeing people about twice her age staring at her. She was never a huge fan of strangers to begin with, but the older men in particular caused her already high anxiety levels to rise even more. People didn't have any qualms about murder in this hotel. She didn't want to find out what other grotesque behaviors were allowed. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the walls closing in around her. Her Valkyrie coming up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder caused Runa to flinch. She white knuckled the staff in her hands, her eyes darting around wildly as she tried to figure out an escape route. "J-j-jeg har det bra," Runa stammered in her native Norwegian. She couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of her eyes, gushing more like, no matter how terrified the new situation she had ended up in made her. The only way out that she could see was the elevator. She ducked under the Valkyrie's outstretched arm and dashed back in the way she had gone, pressing frantically on the elevator buttons for dear life. Once it opened up and she stepped inside, she hit one of the highest floors - floor 472. The doors opened to reveal a race track.... for GoCarts? Runa had seen them before in American TV shows, but never in real life.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 12 Skill: --- --- "Hey I just call it as I see it, and I can see everything." Dalisy quipped. Her power had to be activated thankfully, but she could really see anything if she so decided, as long as it was actively happening. She couldn't see the past or future. That probably was a good thing. Dalisy considered the future a terrifying prospect and was quite happy living in the moment. Dalisy hopped off the boat when the landed and helped pull it in. "That was fun. Want to go again? I didn't even get hurt a little. You promised me a few new bruises. Not to even mention the broken bones." Her question was solely directed at Arnora. She didn't even glance at Lara.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor Five Skills: N/A --- --- Klara instantly glanced at Runa as she whirled around and took off running away from them, and she let out a bit of a sigh before glaring a bit at Elizabeth, "Really Elizabeth? Everything was perfectly fine until you showed up and started talking or playing tricks or whatever! I may be a trickster, but I at least have the decency to know when to not do pull tricks, and usually that's after the new arrivals have a chance to get settled in!" she snapped at Elizabeth, more then a little bit annoyed with her and what she had more or less done. Runa had seemed fine, and at least feeling a little bit more at ease around just her and Nadia, but no, Elizabeth had to open her mouth and start causing problems. "I'm with you, Arnora probably could find her quicker, she could be anywhere in this place, and let's not forget that it's huge, so if we went around trying to find her without some sort of help," she said to Nadia, looking over at her now and clearly she was completely ignoring Elizabeth's existence. It was well-known that Klara could be a bit of a hot-head, and most people didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. She didn't even really want to talk to Elizabeth anymore, or have her anywhere near them at the moment, "Let's go find her," she said to Nadia, heading towards the elevator. "Do you know where she could be?"</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 12 Skills: N/A --- --- "Fun was one way to put it. Next time I want to go down the rapids I might have to ask to go with you two again, given that I survived with you two rather than with the people I started off with." Lara knew that even as she said that that Dalisy would probably toss herself into the rapids than go down them again with Lara. That was always the way with Lara and Dalisy, since the day Dalisy had arrived. No matter how many times Lara tried to ask her what the problem was, Dalisy always found away to avoid answer the question. Lara hopped off at the dock and helped tie it up at that point and sighed a bit at that as she looked at them both. "You two can go again if you'd like, I might go practicing somewhere else. Unless there is something else you'd like to do, Arnora?" She smiled at the other woman, hoping that Arnora might want to hang out a bit longer.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 301 Skill: Super-Sense --- --- "Only because I would hold back in deference to your advanced age." Dalisy said to Arnora before they went their separate ways. Arnora was the first one off the elevator, which had left Dalisy alone with Lara. That only made Dalisy more irritated. Gods she had been having so much fun in the rapids and then Lara had to show up. It was like the world was conniving to make sure she had a bad day. Normally Dalisy might have joined one of the chaotic card games or just joined the fight for fun, but what she wanted was to make sure her sister was okay. Lara was just so much like Niah that it was a constant reminder that Niah was mortal. She might be a demi-god, but she was still mortal. Once in her room, Dalisy reached out with her senses, found her sister, and watched. Niah was alive and well. Dalisy couldn't pick up on anything going on around her, but she knew that Niah was okay. Dalisy flopped down on a chair and sighed. She'd get changed in a moment, but the desire to punch a wall, or someone's face, had been reduced at least.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Wicca, Perception --- --- Once Loki introduced himself, everything clicked into place. He was another one of the Norse gods, the god of mischief. She remembered vaguely stories about him cutting off Sif's hair or convincing Thor to wear drag to regain his hammer. He pretty much was connected to everything that went wrong for the Norse gods and every fiber of her being was telling her that she couldn't trust him. His image was flickering, giving her some comfort that he wasn't actually there - it was just an illusion, a trick. She took a breath, thinking over her words carefully before responding. It helped that she was rather quiet and introverted, already a person who took her time before speaking. "My father's a nobody," she said softly. "And even if he were... a god... I don't owe him anything." She paused, locking eyes with the god. She wanted to run back into the elevator and press another button. She wanted to get away from Loki, but she couldn't. He knew something about where Balder was - and maybe if she could rescue Balder, she could stop the end of the world from happening. She could absolve herself of that spiritual debt. "So I don't have any reason to make a deal with you... Loki. You'll have to find someone else to barter with." She didn't know what she was going to ask him for if he offered her a better deal - but she hoped that he might slip up slightly and give her another clue by accident.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Gift Shop Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth stay where she was seated, not seeing too much of a reason to start roaming around at the moment. She had some thinking to do. If she was correct and Ragnarok was heading towards them, then she either had to get her affairs in order, or prevent it. She didn't know how effective fighting against the tide of fate would be, but if the world was to end, it wasn't like not fighting against it would be oblivion any more or less empty. It felt like the "hero" thing to do, so she knew she would probably do it. People didn't write stories about those who nobly stayed at home and waited for fate to run its course. She just hoped the Thanes would actually take her seriously. Given her age, she hoped that that would get them to listen, even if she was a little... absurd at times. She didn't make a habit off lying per say, and she hoped they knew she wouldn't mess around when it came to the end of the world. upon thinking that, she visibly winced. In all honesty, she might, which wouldn't make convincing them easy by any means. If she kept it up for long enough, she was sure they'd believe her eventually, or at least, that was what she hoped. She wasn't the best at mobilizing people on her own, she she really needed their backing here.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 233 Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stepped off the elevator on her floor and was thankful a bit for the calm. Yes, she enjoyed spending time with others, like Arnora and some of the other residents in the hotel, but when it came to Dalisy... the woman would not open up to Lara. They butted heads like they were a pair of goats that were fighting over the one part of the hill, when there was an entire mountain to fight upon. Lara always tried to be civil to Dalisy, but it seemed that no matter what she did, it would not matter. However, Lara did know that not everyone could be friends. It was mostly just awkward when Lara wanted to spend time with Arnora... which... was a bit of the time if she was honest to herself. Lara headed into her room and sighed as she looked at it. In a cruel twist of fate, her room had been designed much like the little apartment she had hoped to move into with Levi when the war was over... the little apartment they would make their live together. But no, the fates had not been kind. Lara didn't even know if Levi had lived or had passed. She had never looked as it would break her heart. She knew that Levi would have never joined her here. He was a scholar, and.... she was a warrior. She flopped out on her bed for a moment, as she wanted to take a shower but also felt herself feeling a bit drained at the moment.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 301 -> Elevator Skill: Hand-to-hand --- --- Dalisy sighed, well so much for the time to take a shower or anything. She'd never get a good seat if she spent the time changing even. Dalisy stood up and joined the chaotic fray of people shoving for a spot on the elevator. Whoever thought a single elevator for all of Valhalla was a good idea needed to be flayed. Making her to the elevator and onto it was a surprisingly easy feat. Finally, she had a way to burn off some of the growing stress. She pushed her way and even took someone's legs out from underneath him, but she got a spot. That didn't always happen, each day seemed a toss of the dice. Now she just had to keep the spot. She made sure she wasn't the closest to the door before it opened again. That could at least keep her on it long enough to get close to the Hall.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: Perception --- --- She didn't miss the frown that flashed across Loki's face. It may have only been a few seconds, but the image was seared into Runa's mind. He didn't like her answer. He was hiding something. He seemed pretty desperately to want her to go after Balder - and admittedly, the fear of being responsible for the end of the world was a good motivator. But if Loki was so keen on having her go after him, she was pretty sure there was some sort of trap in store. He didn't seem trustworthy. He reminded her of the bullies at school that would pretend to be her friend at first, only to then steal her stuff and hide them in the net of the basketball hoop. "I don't need to have anyone. I like being alone," she said quietly, just before Loki vanished. She was lying of course - she missed her mother dearly already. She even missed her step-father. She had the floor number and time Loki gave her committed to memory already, her emotions betraying the facade she had tried to present to the god. Runa tilted her head slightly as the dinner announcement rang. Had she been in the hotel that long already? Did time move differently here? She couldn't be certain. She wanted to take some time to herself to process everything, maybe make a pro and con list in order to figure out the choice to make, but Fate had other plans for her. Nadia and the others had found her. "I'm f-fine. I just... I just needed to be alone for a little bit."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 233 to Elevator to Dining Hall Skills: Fighting/ Shoving --- --- Lara looked up as she heard the call to dinner and got up with a groan. So much for getting a shower and changing before dinner. Thankfully, the dead cared less about appearances sometimes. So, she simply untied her hair and let it fall down and then got up and headed out of the hallway and towards the now swarmed elevator. She frowned as she looked at it and let out a sigh. She moved and shoved her way through the throngs of people until she managed to wiggle her way into the tiny box and waited for the big doors to slam shut and take them on their way to the dining hall. Tight spaces were nothing new to Lara. She had gotten use to the elevator quickly in her time in the Hotel, but it also reminded her of a different time. Without thinking her hand wrapped around her necklace and she fidgeted with the little silver star on her necklace. She had planned to convert... She let her mind slip back to the small room, always smelling of books. Levi loved books almost as much as he loved her. He would have loved knowing that the old Nordic Myths were true... Lara mentally slapped herself. Why was she dwelling on this so much today? Was her formerly mortal mind trying to remind her of some important date? She wasn't sure anymore about what was going on. When the elevator dinged for the dining room floor, she shoved her way out and went to go see if she could find either Arnora or Klara. She could use a friend.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain: The Feast Hall of the Slain was always really busy during dinner time always as the room quickly started to fill up with Einherjar all from various parts throughout time as well. Valkyries were all busy tending to Einherjar, refilling up their drinks before flying away as well. Lara, Elizabeth and Dalisy were both in the same elevator as the door opened up for them as well, the room was really loud as well with people talking. The Thane's table was at the other end of the room with some of the famous people in history, they all were just getting ready to sit down as well, the Thanes were Crispus Attucks who was an escaped slave who was the first person killed during the Boston Massacre, Davy Crockett who was a frontiersman and folk hero. Ernie Pyle a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, Erik Bloodax who as a Norwegian ruler Erik the Red a Viking who was the founder of Greenland's first settlement, James Bowie who was a pioneer and folk hero. Leif Erikson who an Icelandic explorer who discovered North America. Lord Nelson who was a British Flag Officer in the Royal Navy, Lord Ottar Snorri Sturluso who was an Icelandic historian, poet, and politician. As well as Hotel Valhalla's manager Helgi himself. At the center of their table stood an empty chair with a black crow perched up on one of the chair's arms overlooking the growing crowd. --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked at Klara and smirked when she mentioned the army of Goats prank on Helgi was still really funny and entertaining to see in person she really did miss that prank. "Out of all the years I've been here that has probably been the most entertaining prank of all time." Arnora said looking over at Runa, who looked to be really stressed out and shy as well being here was really stressful at first as well as Arnora thought of something, she had been in Valhalla the longest as well. Nadia closed her eyes for a moment letting out a slight sigh in relief that she was alright, though Runa running off like that was a little bit worrying as well. "I'm glad you are alright, and I understand it's really hard." Nadia said, though why the gokart floor was a really weird place to try and be alone. Runa did have her room after all as well, or maybe being there brought up to many memories of her former life Nadia wasn't really sure. "Dinner has started, if you are hungry at all we can help get you there. Or if you want we can smuggle some food up to your room so you can still relax or something." She offered. "Hey, if you'd like I could take you to Midgard for a little bit." Arnora offered looking over at Runa she knew a way or two out of the Hotel and she had gone off on her own and with a few others in the past as well. Though Arnora hadn't met the girl up until now as well, and by the looks of it she didn't like to be bombarded with people. Though if Runa ran off for whatever reason again could be a bad thing as well Nadia thought, she did occasionally sneak out with Arnora in the past as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Elevator -> Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super Sight --- --- Dalisy sighed a small breath of relief as she exited the elevator. She saw Elizabeth and poked her in the side lightly. "Hey Beth. Find any trouble today?" She asked, mostly as a joke. It was not the first time she had said it to her. "You'll find there may be rumors about me gaining something resembling kindness as I didn't drown Lara in the river today. Unfortunately, they are true." Dalisy, wondering if Arnora had beat her to the Hall and had already found a seat, let her power from her Father look for her. Arnora was up at the go-carts with Klara, Nadia, and some girl Dalisy didn't recognize. "Weird." She said half under her breath. "Anyway, want to sit with me for dinner?" She asked Beth, before finding a seat. There was room if Beth decided to sit with her.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa stared at Klara, her heart pounding as seconds felt like they stretched out into years. She didn't know what to say to answer her. And the longer she thought about what exactly to say, the more awkward the fact she wasn't saying anything had become - it was an exponential increase, a growth of awkwardness. Eventually, she decided for an incredibly belated nod, although Runa was pretty sure Klara must have thought she was an idiot or a freak with a language impediment. Maybe she should have been playing dumb this entire time - she could have claimed to only speak Norwegian even and not understand a word of English. "Uh..." Runa squeaked, trying to decide what to do. So many things were coming at her, so many choices to make. Some of them were small - did she want to eat around a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, eat in her room, or sneak off to another plane of existence? Others were larger - should she trust Loki and try to save her father and by extension the world from complete destruction? Going down to Earth had the definite benefit that she could avoid the hungry and hangry murderers in the dining hall - or Food Court - or whatever it was that they had here. She could also bolt more easily she had to imagine. At least on Earth, things made sense and she could just dash onto a bus. "...Earth would be nice."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stepped off the elevator and then sighed a bit as she looked around and did not see Klara nor Arnora at that moment of time. She frowned a bit at that as she had wanted to see her friends, but well maybe she would go sit with her fellow floor mates and enjoy talking with them over dinner. She did look up and spotted that there were Valkyries there, which wasn't uncommon, but one of them seemed excited for some reason, a huge grin plastered on her face. Lara had to wonder if that meant that someone new would be joining them. Lara still remembered her own feast with clarity, even though that had been nearly eighty Midgard years ago... It would be eighty soon, that she knew. It had been over seventy years and each year that passed it just hurt a little less. Meeting others like her had helped, and even meeting her father the one time had helped her. She shifted a bit as she tried to look around for the new face, wanting to greet and welcome them. She would happily invite them to live on her floor if they did not have a room yet.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain: Both Lara and Dalisy would notice Elizabeth making her way over towards the Thane's table, they were all talking amongst themselves over something, when Leif turned his attention over towards her raising an eyebrow when she mentioned Balder and Ragnarok. He looked towards the other Thanes for a moment. To them it kind of sounded a bit far fetched since there wasn't really any kind of proof at what Elizabeth was actually saying. "Do you have any proof on what you claim is actually true daughter of Loki?" One of them asked, as the Thanes whispered amongst themselves One of Lara's floormates gently tapped her on the shoulder, he was a younger guy by the name of John who had been dead for around ten years or so now. "How has your day been?" The room started to slowly fill in now as the some of the stragglers were starting to come through now as well, Dalisy would be able to see a couple one of them with long blonde hair, and another with green hair talking to each other with a few others as well. --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- "Cool, though we would have to do it sometime after dinner though. Since it's your first day here you'll have to be in the Feast Hall the Thanes need to get a look at you. They would have to reshow your death however, and see if you have a godly parent or not. But other than that the rest of the evening is yours." Arnora said to Runa, she wasn't sure how Runa would react to seeing her death again or not usually they are pretty gruesome as well. Nadia nodded slightly forgetting about that as well, shuddering slightly before she was claimed by her parent. "I'll be close by whenever they do show that, it really isnt a pretty sight either." Nadia offered hoping that would comfort Runa a little bit and just wanted the girl to feel more at home here as well. "Lets do that right after dinner then it's usually pretty crazy down there and no one will notice us sneaking out after that." Nadia said as she looked the room there were a few stragglers there as well as they made their way towards the elevators. "Anyway, just seek me out i'll be around the feast hall whenever you want to get out of here." Arnora said as she turned and started to make her way over towards the elevator, Nadia looked at Klara then at Runa. "We should get going to." Nadia said as she turned and quickly followed Arnora to the elevator.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- "Honestly, how dare you insult me in such a way. And yeah I'll save you a seat. Good luck. I'm ready, end of the world bring it on." Dalisy said as she and Beth went separate ways. She wasn't surprised that Beth knew it was her. Though the idea of the end of the world was not particularly pleasant. As much as she had joked. She didn't want to have to fight a battle she knew she would lose. She watched as people entered the hall filling it. There was always enough room, but yet there was only one elevator. An oversight that drove her nuts. Dalisy was fond of people watching. A pair of people caught her eye, maybe it was the green hair. Then it clicked who she was seeing. Magnus Chase and Alex Fierro. Alex was a child of Loki, half-sibling of Beth, and Magnus was a son of Frey, half-brother of Nadia. Yuck. Yuck about Nadia. Not about Chase. Well that wasn't totally true Chase had become something of a superstar and she hated that. Dalisy let her gaze drift off of the pair of them, as if she hadn't been thinking about how annoying Chase's half-sister was. She watched for maybe Arnora, though considering she had seen Arnora with Nadia she decided she wasn't going to get her friend's attention when she joined them in the Hall. That would just be inviting for stabbing time. After being called soft by Beth that seemed like a fun idea though.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa wasn't sure whether to be happy or hurt that so many people wanted to go on this trip to Earth. She hadn't considered the possibility that they were trying to be friendly really, more feeling like they were trying to babysit her or prevent her from escaping - which to be fair, that was her plan so far. She wanted to go to Earth in order to run away from her problems. She couldn't be blamed for the destruction of the universe if they couldn't find her. And it was so much easier to run away from things rather than face them. As a teenager with depression, it pretty much was her go to strategy - her arms told that story with the scars. She froze though as Arnora explained that she would actually have to go to dinner - and not only that, but everyone would be able to watch the most traumatic moment of her life (or death?) and learn the identity of her parents. Her blood felt like liquid nitrogen. Her nerves were shot. Her eyes darted rapidly as she tried to figure out a place to run to, a way to hide. If people knew she was the daughter of Balder, then they'd be able to blame her when the world died for not saying anything. But it was definitely too late right to come clean and say what she had seen? They'd probably all assume that she had taken Loki's deal or something and that she was working with the enemy. "...I'm allergic to crowds..." Runa blurted, not quite sure she used the correct English word but it made sense to her. She remained rooted in place, not moving to the elevator.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- "John, good to see you." Lara was glad for the distraction for the moment at that point, since her mind kept wandering back towards other things. "My day went well, went to the Rapids for a bit and managed to survive. What about you? Did you do anything interesting? Did I miss anything of note?" She smiled a bit at that as she settled down at the table and then looked around a bit at that point. She was getting a bit worried at that point that she hadn't seen Arnora or Klara at that point, but she doubted they would miss dinner. Though something was feeling odd to her at that point. She swore she saw Elizabeth work her way towards the Thanes, and then she looked off to the side and back to John. Maybe the fact that something was going on, maybe that's why she had been distracted all day. She had no idea truly why she had been fixated on the past that day. "Hmmm... I do wonder what is going on..." She mused aloud and then sighed a bit as she leaned up against the table. She was getting hungry again. Dinner would be welcome at that point and it would help her push the thoughts out of her mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked at Elizabeth and gave her a bit of an annoyed look and shook her head slightly. "Well she did just die, and barely had any sort of time to adjust and then being shoved off the deep end already with a quest it would be overwhelming." Arnora said shaking her head slightly at her, people in the modern age did seem a little more fragile unless you were in some kind of military or army. "Anyway, i'm gonna go and check up on the new girl you guys can come or not up to you." Arnora said as she quickly got up from where she was sitting and made her way over towards the group. She turned and looked at Lara and smiled towards her and shrugged slightly she had only met the new girl not to long ago really. "Hadnt really known her for to long." Arnora answered her as she approached Klara, Nadia and Runa. Nadia gently rested her hand on Runa's back seeing the girl was getting nervous again and getting that caged animal look as well. "Yeah of course we can go and get things ready if you want, and if you want to talk or something to we can." Nadia said as she looked over seeing Lara and Arnora approaching and gave the two of them a slight wave. "C'mon lets go." Nadia said as she helped Runa up and motioned for Klara to follow her. "She's really nervous, she's going to need some help with everything." Nadia whispered to Lara and Arnora so only the two of them could hear. "Lets meet up at our floor in like thirty minutes, and introduce yourselves there to where it's less busy." Nadia continued before making her way over towards the reception. Arnora looked at Lara and shrugged slightly, she did promise to let Runa out of the hotel later as well to. "She's scared about everything and still processing things to I think." Arnora said.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- "I think she needs a little bit of space..." she started to say towards just about everyone else who had decided to come over, when Runa spoke up and asked for her and Nadia to go off with her. She was kind of glad to go off, but she was wondering what it was that Runa seemed to want to talk to them about. Could it just be about the quest? Or could it possibly be about something else? Who knew at this point in time, considering the fact that Runa didn't exactly strike her as the type of person who would just open up about everything, so she was perfectly fine with going along with Runa to see what it was that she wanted to talk about aside from maybe the quest. "If you want to go somewhere else, that's perfectly fine... Maybe up to your room would be better, there are a lot less people and we can talk there, okay? Just the three of us or something," she said as she followed along after, though she wondered what it was that Nadia had whispered to Lara and Arnora. As they walked towards reception, she looked at Nadia, "What did you say to those two?" she couldn't help but ask her, more then a little bit curious as to what she had said to the other two who had seemed to sort of been crowding around Runa and all.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: Super-Sense --- --- "Yeah I'll join you." Dalisy said to Beth. "Arnora if you need me to stab something let me know." Dalisy shoved the last few bites of her food into her mouth and followed after Beth toward the Thanes. She wore a grin. "Oh I have an idea." Dalisy closed her eyes and reached out with her powers. She took after her father and could see anyone, anywhere in the multi-verse. It came with some downsides in that Dalisy had seen some things she didn't want to, but she loved being able to check up on her sister. Dalisy could see Hel herself sitting on her throne in her Castle Eljudnir in Niflheim. Baldur is trapped in a cage there. That gave them some information. Dalisy wasn't certain if Beth had seen that in her own vision as detailed though. "Beth dear, did you know where Baldur was? I just looked and I can see him in Niflheim. Hel has him, but I think you knew that." She sighed. Her power would be useful. She focused a bit more, the Naglfar and a small group of the undead and a few frost giants gathering things but it isn't ready yet. "The faster they get there the better. She has frost giants gathering stuff, but they aren't ready yet. If they get ready we're gonna lose. I'll tell Arnora so she can warn the new girl."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain Skills: N/A --- --- Lara had barely sad down and gotten a much appreciated answer from Arnora when Runa, the new girl, asked Klara and Arnora to talk with her in person, as well as asking them to go talk in private. She sighed a bit at that as she looked up at her friends. "If you need any assistance, I am here to offer it. As well as to bind any oaths if needed." She sighed a bit at that point and then turned to Nadia and offered her a small smile. "Meeting up in thirty to introduce myself does sound like a good plan. I do know too well how overwhelming it can be here." She looked to Arnora again and nodded. "She should have more time to adjust than what has been given to her. However... this is ominous..." She was aware that this could end poorly for all of them. The once dead god... back in the realm of the living. Lara was glad she had not brought any sharp implements to the table with her, otherwise she would be carving out chunks out of the wood with worry. She did look up as she saw Beth and Dalisy go to approach the Thanes's table and inwardly groaned. Were those two looking to add more trouble and chaos to the dinner already?</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain Skill: --- --- Beth had talked for Dalisy, which was just fine. It meant the ire of the Thanes weren't directed at her. Dalisy was a shit-stirrer, but she wasn't an idiot. She followed Arnora away from the Thanes. "We have some information for her." She said. "I took a look. Hel is vulnerable right now, but I don't know how long until she has forces gathered that we actually have to worry about." If they could prevent Ragnorok it would hold it off for a while yet. It wouldn't stop it. Nothing could. Dalisy sighed. "I don't want this to be underestimated." They could keep the world turning long enough for Niah to have a full life. That's what mattered. Why did this have to happen in Niah's lifetime? "I don't care if I go on the quest of not. I just want to make sure Runa knows everything she needs to." For someone who was as fatalistic as Dalisy was she did seem particularly concerned.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Feast Hall of the Slain -> Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- As the elevator stopped on floor twenty one, Runa didn't feel any sort of connection to it. She didn't see it as her floor - she didn't even feel like her room here was her own. It was truly a hotel, just a place to pass in and out of, not the rich and vibrant afterlife of the Summerland that she had been anticipating. Her mind fixated on the negative, struggling to see any positives in this situation. There was so much that was wrong with her afterlife, so much guilt that she felt for the choices she had made so far, and as well for some she hadn't - for instance, she felt incredibly guilty to even have been born. Balder wasn't supposed to have any recently deceased children from what she could tell. She swallowed, standing instead of sitting on the sofa. "When I died, I didn't wake up at Hotel Valhalla," she said softly. "I was in the land of the damned and the gatekeeper, he said You should not be here daughter of Balder, you shall not find him... and then I was here... And um... Loki then tried to strike a deal with me, b-but I promise I didn't trust him, I'm not a spy or anything, I just... Balder isn't my dad. I've never met him. A-and I was worried you would all think this was all my fault, the end of the world..."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Feast Hall of the Slain -> Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Now Klara couldn't help but be slightly annoyed with Nadia on that one. "...So let me get this straight, you decided to invite people to join us or whatever later, when Runa hates being crowded by a lot of people which was made obvious in the short time we've known her, and when it isn't your choice whether or not anyone else actually tags along. It's Runa's choice, not yours, so why did you feel like it was fine with you just doing that?" she asked rather bluntly, crossing her arms and looking at Nadia as she followed along after the pair, to the elevator and up to the 21st floor. Sure, she knew that Nadia likely meant well, but that probably wasn't the best way to go about actually potentially inviting people along. She should have asked what Runa wanted first rather then just assume. Glancing over at Runa as she sat down on the sofa in the room that they eventually came to, she listened to her words about what had happened before she came to the hotel, and about her encounter with Loki. "Hey, no need to be nervous about anything Runa, I trust you, if you say you didn't trust Loki or whatever, then I believe you. That whole instance before you got here is interesting... Is that the only words you remember hearing? Since it sounds like they knew about your eventual quest to find your father Baldur, whether you believe him to be your father or not, before you or anyone else did... Trust me, learning of your true parentage can take some getting used to..."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Feast Hall of the Slain -> The Elevator Skills: N/A --- --- Lara could feel a slight tinge in her cheek rise when Arnora put her hand upon her shoulder, and it just confused her as to why. Maybe she had been lacking such physical comfort as of late. She pushed the thought out of her mind as her friend spoke, bringing up a good point. "We should stop them indeed... I can see Helgi getting annoyed at Elizabeth already, and I doubt Dalisy would help." She got up and went to head over with her friend towards the Thane's table. She continued to follow her and paused as Dalisy spoke. "I don't think anyone is underestimating how serious this is, Dalisy... we all know what this signifies, or at least most of us do. Come, it might do well for all of us to go and speak with Runa then." Lara took lead of the group and headed over towards the elevator. Thankfully, most of the Einherjar were busy with dinner or chatting with their other friends, so summoning the elevator would take less time and it would be less crowded than it had been before dinner. Lara knew the way she was acting could be taken as her wanting to go so badly on a quest, but honestly, she was just worried for the new girl, and knew that she needed as much information as she could get. Also, being the resident Oathbinder, Lara was sure that she might want to be witness to the group Runa had picked and bind them together.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa blinked, not really sure how Klara could think this was going to be fun. This wasn't going to be fun at all. They were going on a mission to stop the end of the world, well more than just the world, the end of existence. If they succeeded, it would be at great cost. And if they failed... Runa winced a bit, not wanting to think about the alternatives, but they bubbled up into her mind. She had images of the world boiling as fire consumed it, strange creatures spilling blood across the land, people screaming as they begged for air, only to choke on smoke and crumble to the ground. She was white knuckling her seat as the elevator opened with a soft ding. "Err, no... I already hit her today," Runa replied to Nadia. She wasn't against hitting Elizabeth again if she tried to scare her. She stared at the group of strangers that had come to see her with information. She tensed up, wondering if they were about to accuse her of being a spy or something. She didn't know any of them. She only trusted Klara and Nadia, so even if these people had good information for her, she wasn't going to expand her group. If death loomed in her future, she wanted to face it with... friends. "Thank you," she told the newcomers quietly, waiting to hear what they had to say.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Elevator Skill: --- --- "Honestly, I just don't like your face. It's like when someone gives off a silent fart but it smells so bad you feel like you're going to die and all the hairs in your nose burn off." Dalisy lied. The lie came easy. "Also, you're the most square square that ever squared." That part was true. Lara was annoyingly square. "Oh and also because you're super uptight. If a stick were in your ass it'd probably be crushed to goo or something." Also true. She turned to Beth when she said that she'd be happy to have Lara along. "Speak for yourself." She said and leaned against the wall of the elevator with her arms crossed until finally they were up with the newbie and of godcursedly course Nadia. Dalisy decided she was going to end up killing either Lara or Nadia if she went on this quest and considered just leaving right then. But she glanced at Lara and for a moment could only see her sister. Protecting the world was protecting Niah. Dalisy sighed, "Hey, uh. So I'm the child of Heimdal and did a quick check on where Baulder is and Hel is basically amasing an army and if ya'll don't act soon she'll have the upper hand."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Could just set an army of goats against Elizabeth if she just annoys me to much anyway, so no need to smack her again, there are waaaaay better ways to mess with her or just be not so kind to her then hitting her, besides that gets boring and way too predictable after a while," Klara whispered to Runa regarding the whole fact that Elizabeth was showing up and Nadia asking her if she wanted to smack her for her. There was annoying, and then there was just sort of mean to new people, and to her because of what happened with Runa, Elizabeth fell under the latter. A prank wasn't fun unless more then one person found it funny, and no one but Elizabeth had found that thing funny. "What sort of information?" she couldn't help but ask, sort of crossing her arms slightly and looking at the group that had shown up out of the elevator. She and Dalisy had an interesting relationship to say the least, and she gave her a slight wave as she listened to what it was that she had to say, and nodded her head slightly. "Yeah, that definitely sounds beyond bad, then again everything was already insanely bad regarding this whole thing... So, what's the first move do you think, since we kind of need a game plan of where to go."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Seems you were outvoted on whether I should be here or not. You're the only dissension." Lara couldn't help but be a little smug when Elizabeth said she was happy to have here there. If Lara had been thinking right, it was Elizabeth and Dalisy that were 'crashing the party' or so they said. Nadia had asked her to come to meet Runa, but it seemed that everyone had something they needed to say at that point, and Lara wasn't going to argue with the importance of Elizabeth and Dalisy's words, even if Dalisy wanted a fight with Lara. (However, that was far from unusual. Dalisy had decided to hate Lara from the first time they met, before Lara had even said hello.) "Hello Runa, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lara... and I'm mostly here to offer my services. My father is Tyr, God of Law, Order and Justice... as well as war. I'm here to offer myself as an Oathbinder if need be." Lara would never try to force herself onto a quest, but she would offer herself if Runa asked. However, Nadia had asked her to come along, and she would be there to offer her services as Oathbinder.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked at Runa and gave her a slight smile and nodded towards her, she would smack Elizabeth for her if Runa did ask. "Just le me know whenever you do." Nadia whispered towards Runa, she gave Lara a friendly smile as she and the others approached to give them some more information. She crossed her arms over her chest for a moment listening to both Dalisy and Elizabeth as the two of them told the rest of the group what they had seen. The news didnt sound good at all, and it seemed that Hel was trying to startup Ragnarok for some reason which she didnt know why. "So two groups to go on a two parter quest." Nadia said as she thought for a moment while looking over towards Runa for a moment. "Runa, Klara and I can go and search for Baldur, while you guys do your thing with the army." Nadia suggested while looking over at Runa it was still her choice after all, and she wanted her and Klara to join her as well. But it sounded like it was a good plan for the larger group to try and take on Hel's army. "I can get us out of Valhalla, I know a few ins and outs to get us to wherever we need to go as well." Arnora finally spoke up looking at everyone else in the room. She was the oldest out of the Einherjar, in this little ragtag group and had known a few ways to sneak out of Valhalla itself. "You might need some kind of climbing gear however it's going to be a hard climb on the World Tree." Arnora said, as she cringed slightly seeing Ratatoskr the massive squirrel that lived on the World Tree. "Hope you arent scared of heights or giant ass squirrels." Arnora said, giving Runa a slight smile hopefully the group would be okay with the long climb as well and hoped that everything would run smoothly as well.</s> <\|message\|>Dalisy Bautista --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> GTFO Skill: --- --- "Fun fact I can control the Bifrost and could just do that. But it's cool I don't want to be involved in this." Dalisy was irritated. She hated Lara and Nadia, and it felt like Arnora was forgetting what skills Dalisy could offer. There was zero motivation for her to be on this quest. Sure, she wanted to help save the world cause her sister lived in it. But she didn't want to be on a quest those two. She'd be near fighting them the whole time. Besides she had a grudge match in the morning if she went on the quest she wouldn't be able to beat the guy up. "Good luck Runa. Hope you save your dad and all." Dalisy turned around and left the room.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa frowned ever so slightly as the daughter of Heimdall explained that Hel had amassed an army - that was extremely worrying and didn't do anything to help her nerves. But she was also stressed and upset since the woman didn't tell her where Balder was anyways. She knew the answer though - he was in that cold nightmare she had seen earlier, right? She wished that she didn't have to go there, to be surrounded by other lost souls of the dead. Elizabeth, one of her least favorite people, confirmed that location - they had to go to Hel's throne room. She felt like they had a better chance of winning the lottery ten times in a row and marrying super models. "Uh, giant squirrels? I... I don't think I understand you. I'm sorry. English isn't my first language..." Runa apologized, looking at Arnora with confusion. She was pretty sure that she couldn't have heard her right. Maybe she meant dogs or foxes or tigers? Runa went through a bunch of different animals she could imagine being a logical choice there, but then again, maybe it wasn't an animal at all. English was such a weird language and she hadn't learned it willingly. It had been required in school.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Elizabeth you were just rude earlier with everything, and no one exactly asked for your opinions on things," Klara said instantly, shooting a bit of a glare towards Elizabeth. However she didn't say anything else about it, since she did offer at least some information that could potentially prove to be useful to them. She didn't like the fact that Elizabeth was the one coming up with a plan of sorts, but she didn't say anything about it since Nadia seemed to agree with it. Everything was still Runa's decision ultimately, so it would all depend on what she wanted. Of course, when Runa spoke she didn't say much and seemed to focus more on the idea of the giant squirrels then anything else, since she didn't say anything about the idea. "I mean yeah, there is a giant squirrel thing on the tree, I mean think about it. Squirrels live in trees, we are in the World Tree, so of course there would be a squirrel living in it," she said towards Runa giving her a smile. It did make it a little easier to understand when thought about that way. "Sure, let's go to Hel's throne room and deal with her, that sounds like fun."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Lara was getting a little bit frustrated at Elizabeth, and she knew the others were tense as well, but she stilled her tongue as the girl spoke... and then listened to the others as the suggested ideas. Then... Dalisy decided her part in all this was over. Lara was inwardly thankful for that, as she didn't really want to be on a quest with her. It would end with one of them killing the other for real at that point. However, the lingering big about heading to Hel's kingdom caused her chest to tighten up a bit. What if.... what if someone she knew was there? It didn't make logical sense, but, then again, if logic could be applied to this situation, Lara wouldn't be in Valhalla. "I'll be more than happy to lend my aid against the army if you ask of it. I am not happy with the idea of the undead rising up at her insistence too much." Lara looked to Arnora, a bit thankful she would be with her, even if that did mean she'd be with Elizabeth as well. Elizabeth was a good fighter, but sometimes her tongue got her into trouble, as evident by earlier that night. "When should we depart then?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- Runa wasn't really comfortable with people asking her permission to go off and do things. She was the least experienced of them all. They had known they were demigods for a long time and they had gotten used to things in Valhalla. Runa only really brought to the table her knowledge of Wicca and its slight correlations with mythology - although, she supposed the myths weren't really myths now. Her only qualifications for this were that she apparently was the child of a missing god and she had been designated via prophecy for this effort. Her one and only encounter with the supernatural had resulted in her death. The mission seemed doomed to fail. The universe was going to end and Runa could only blame herself. "Erm, please go ahead?" she told Lara. Arnora reiterated the plan and Runa tried to have confidence in it, rather than a horrid sense of overwhelming anxiety. There weren't any belongings that she needed to get. She had the only two possessions she owned on her - the jacket that doubled as armor and the magic staff. She had no idea what else they would need. Did dead people need to eat? She supposed they did, since they were feasting, but maybe that was just out of a sense of routine? Would they need changes of clothes? A GPS? "... I have no idea what supplies we need..." she then added quietly, looking at Klara.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- A look of scorn crossed Elizabeth's face for a moment, before softening. Runa, at the end of the day, was right. She was trying to make things about herself, and that wasn't what had to be done right now. She just nodded silently, before turning over to Nadia and shrugging. This wasn't her show, and it was time she stopped trying to make it that. It was Runa's time to shine, it seemed, and prove herself. It was only fair to give her that chance, though doing it in a time of crisis like this was hard to cope with. She was just going to make things more difficult if she kept trying to seize control. Personally, she thought she should go with the Baldur crew, her blindfold kind of made her idea for sneaking around places, and this would definitely be a stealth mission. She initially opted not to argue though, and just rolled with it all. This wasn't how she would divide the teams at all; her ideal division would be Arnora and Elizabeth on different teams, split up the milenia of experience between them on each team, keep Runa on the team to get her dad, but pair Elizabeth with her. That would leverage their resources more optimally, and she pursed her lips for a moment, before holding to her decision, and keeping her mouth shut.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 Skills: N/A --- --- "Three and three works for me, especially since I'm not in the same group as Elizabeth," she said with a bit of a shrug. Those groupings seemed perfectly fine to her, all that mattered now was for them to get going. Though they would need to gather a few things before they left in order to stand a better chance of not dying, so that was something somewhat important to do. She glanced over at Runa, hearing her comment about not being sure what all they would need to grab in order to be prepared to go. "Well I mean, it all depends, since we are going outside of Valhalla, obviously weaponry and such would be important since we can technically die outside of this place... Which honestly would be a very very bad thing, but how about we just go see if we can find anything around that we think we might need. Who knows, anything could probably have some use if you use your imagination enough, how about that?" she suggested to Runa, "You can come with me to my room if you want to, I might see about grabbing a few more throwing knives that I have stashed there."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Elevator -> Floor 233 Skills: N/A --- --- "Thank you." Lara did feel a bit of color rise to her cheek when she heard Arnora say that they would be in a group together, with Elizabeth. The groupings did make sense, as Lara, it seemed, could tolerate Elizabeth the longest out of those gathered. "I'll meet up with you all in a bit then." She headed back to the Elevator and hit the summon button and stepped in. Her finger gently pressed the button for Floor 233, her floor. She leaned up against the wall and sighed a bit as she pinched her brow a bit at that point. She had mostly come along earlier in case they needed her skills and now it seemed she would be going on a quest to the one place she never wanted to go. Hel's Domain. She didn't want to see her loved one there... if she saw Levi there... she wasn't sure she'd just jump in to join him even after all these years. Yes, he could also still be very much so alive. Gods knew he could even be elsewhere. He hadn't been of the same faith, goodness knew that. Her thoughts were derailed as she heard the ding as the elevator reached her floor and she stepped out and headed to her room. First things first, she would have to change. If she was about to go on a quest, she was not going to wear uncomfortable clothing. She tugged a sports bra, some fancy work out leggings, and a big baggy shirt that said: Tulip Festival 2016 on it onto herself. She then tugged her long hair into a ponytail and then looked at herself in the mirror and nodded. Next, she grabbed the necklace and bracelet she had from her jewelry stand and smiled a bit. "You guys ready for a fight?" She was aware her weapons couldn't really speak to her, but she couldn't resist. Next to come was her packing up her bag with extra clothing and some food, while she tried to keep her thoughts from derailing too much.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> The Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- "Hey don't diss the cat, Betty is waaaaaay better, not to mention she is the better of the two, wait no three people technically since she was named after my sister, named Elizabeth. Don't be fooled by her cute fluffyness, she is a lot more dangerous then she appears. Also the whole goat thing if I wanted to I'd probably only bring one goat along, just so that I wouldn't get too tired and the image of Betty riding on a goat charging into battle would be amusing. All this little girl needs is some armor and she'd be ready to go though!" she said to Nadia with a smile as she got into the elevator and they headed down to the lobby where the others were. When she stepped out, she smiled slightly at Arnora and giggled slightly before her eyes flickered around at everyone else, and she glanced at Runa given her comment. "Believe it or not, this cat has more questing experience then everyone else here, well aside from Arnora and myself since we went on our own quest a few years back, and of course little Betty here wanted to tag along too, she's not someone to mess with and won't hesitate to stab anyone so you all just watch yourselves." She typically wandered around with the cat, since she sometimes acted almost as another set of eyes and a sixth sense, since cats tended to be able to detect things before humans could.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth turned her head at Arnora , and just nodded, "I'm ready to headout whenever." She said, stretching a bit, as the group congregated and got prepared to leave. She didn't have much to say on the matters involved, knowing that, anything she might say would probably be met with spite. She wasn't going to try to engage with people if she knew that her advice was likely to be ignored for no other reason than it being her advice. Not now, at least. Hopefully, people would cool down in a bit, and be ready to hear her out when she has something to say. Elizabeth gathered there was a cat who shared her namesake, and was apparently not one to fuck with. Nodding at the knowledge, she resolved to keep her distance. She liked pets, but she also liked not being eaten, and the latter greatly outweighed the former. The more the merrier, especially when they were going up against a goddess of death and their undead army. Their chances, best she could tell, weren't amazing, and she still wasn't sure how they would clinch this. She may consult the runes on the way for something in the way of ideas, but that would be once they were closer to their goal.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lobby Skills: N/A --- --- "You better be nice then, since Betty could easily kick your ass." Arnora said looking over at Elizabeth and laughed slightly as she went over to gently pet Klara's cat remembering the quest that she had gone on with Klara as well as Asha to. She looked over towards Runa and smiled. "Trust me you are going to be in good hands." Arnora said as she went to pick up her pack of supplies and stood up, stretching slightly. "Alright then lets get going." Arnora said as she was about to get ready to head over towards a nearby door, when there was a bright flash of light. In front of Klara there was what looked like a wrapped box, as Nadia looked at the box for a moment she knelt down to look and see that there was a small tag on it, that said. 'To Betty, From Freya' "Okay I wasnt expecting my aunt Freya to give your cat something Klara." Nadia said looking at Klara for a moment, her aunt from what she knew had a thing for cats, and cats usually led her chariot as well to. "Well lets open it." Nadia said urging Klara to open the package up, whenever Klara opened it there was a set of armor, that looked like it would actually fit Klara's cat. "Well that is kind of interesting." Arnora said looking at Klara and smiled for a moment, but she wanted to get ready and go onto their quest. "We'll probably go through Midgard first before going our separate ways from there." Arnora said as she opened the door and headed down a fight of stairs, where there was a door that would reveal the massive world tree. Nadia went and started to give everyone else some climbing gear as well.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Lobby -> World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- Lara took a second look at the cat and then frowned a bit at that. She was suddenly very glad that Klara would be going with Nadia and Runa, instead of with them. Lara had an intense dislike of cats ever since she was a little girl and one had swiped her across the face. Of course, she dare not bring any of that up at the moment, as it seemed that even Freya was blessing the cat with some armor for their quest. It was a little cute, but again, the sooner she was away from the cat, the better. She followed Arnora and Nadia to the tree and looked up at it in all it's glory. Well, at least the branch of it they were on. They would have to be quick to avoid Ratatosk, and that bark of his. She had heard it once before and even the thought of it sent shivers up and down her spine. She got into the climbing gear, tied up her ropes and started the climb down the tree, her hands and feet making sure to find purchase somewhere before she would move the next. Each move was carefully made, as the last thing she wanted was to fall into the wrong world.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- "Elizabeth!" Lara couldn't help herself from crying out as she saw the other woman get knocked out of the branches at that point by Ratatoskr. Honestly, the words he was saying were ringing a bit true. She was worthless, wasn't she? She had failed to find Levi... she didn't know if she had rescued him. However, she looked at the group around her and knew that letting herself drown in those deep waters of regrets were not going to help them. "Ratatoskr, we have been tasked by the Allfather on this quest, to find the lost god. Go back and carry out your mission and leave us to ours!" Pitiful words, at best, from Lara, even as she climbed down the branches. She was trying to focus now on the fact that she had done good. She was not worthless, she was one of the chosen! One of those that got to eat at the feast for the fallen. She had done good in her life. "Follow my voice Elizabeth, and I'll help you get down the tree."</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Hotel Valhalla - the World Tree Skills: Stamina, Agility, Norwegian --- --- Runa nodded meekly at Klara's words of encouragement. She reminded her a bit of the guidance counselors at school - idealistic and chatty. She was waiting for Klara to start talking to her about transcripts and personal essays and what universities she was interested in applying to and what she was intending to study. Runa never really was interested in higher education - she wanted to just do her own thing off by herself. Maybe she would have opened up a metaphysical shop on Etsy, as she wouldn't need to see anyone ever and she could just spend her time off in the woods. That wasn't really in the cards anymore as she was dead and on a hopeless quest to save some supposedly dead god that she had never met before. As she continued to climb, she braced herself as the squirrel barked at her - apparently bark was another English word for insult, she noted. She blinked and then smiled slightly. "Det er det? Det har ikke vært en dag jeg ikke har ønsket å drepe meg selv i årevis. Jeg hater hver centimeter av meg selv. Jeg føler meg som et spøkelse som har et lik. Du kan ikke få meg til å hate meg selv mer enn jeg allerede gjør," she whispered to the squirrel.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: The World Tree Skills: N/A --- --- "Ugh, he just needs to learn how to shut up!" Klara snapped with a bit of an eye roll to go along with it. The squirrel really needed to learn how to just shut up and not talk to anyone. But clearly he didn't have better things to do, but who really knew what squirrels did in their free time. It wasn't typically a question that she had ever thought to ask herself until that moment right there. There was no point in trying to respond to the squirrel, they were better off just ignoring him all together, but that was just her opinion. Of course, Elizabeth (seeing as she almost fell off) decided to talk to the squirrel and more or less threaten it. Yeah, like that was going to end well. Then again, no one said anything about Elizabeth ever being considered smart. Actually she was pretty sure the girl was almost completely useless because of her attitude alone, Klara at the least didn't want anything to do with her and she wondered if anyone actually would want to work with her. Oh well, at least she was on a different assigned team to go off on this thing, so Klara could happily ignore her entirely, and at least she had no problems staying on the tree and she easily climbed to the next branch.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Yggdrasil Branches -> Boston Skills: Enhanced Tracking --- --- Nadia was a little bit worried about Runa as Ratatoskr had insulted her, and just about everyone else as well to. "No one even loves you child of Baldur. And you have no friends child of Loki!" Ratatoskr yelled as Nadia looked down and noticed a shimmering portal on one of the branches. They needed to get there as soon as possible she wasnt even sure where it would lead, she did hope that it would be able to get them all back to Midgard as quickly as possible. "I see a portal you guys." Nadia said, as Ratatoskr took another swipe but it was aimed at Nadia, cutting her back rather badly as she stumbled forward wincing in pain. "Trying to reason with Ratatoskr will not do anything which will make it pointless Elizabeth." Arnora called out to her, Ratatoskr was more focused on giving Veðrfölnir the hawk on top of Yggdrasil lies and insults as well as spreading rumors and doing the same to Níðhöggr at the bottom of the world tree. Nadia stumbled through the portal, as well as Arnora jumped through the portal as well to as they both started to look around seeing that they were in some kind of alleyway. Nadia walked forward seeing a few cars driving by and noticed a newspaper on the ground from the Boston Harold letting out a slight sigh that they were where they needed to be right now as she turned around waiting for the others to get through the portal as well.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: World Tree Skills: Climbing --- --- "Through the portal then!" Lara scrambled over the branches and then sighed at that as she looked at the large squirrel once more. Thankfully it was not slinging insults at her, thought honestly the squirrel could easily hit some of her sore spots with his words. She soon reached the portal and lept through it with ease. She landed in what some might call the super hero landing, on both knees and one hands, before she picked herself up and dusted herself off at that point. She looked around and then looked to Nadia and Arnora and nodded a bit. They were in Midgard, that she knew. Boston, if she remembered correctly, of course she was proven correct when she saw the Boston Harold newspaper on the ground. "Well then... we're in Midgard. Where do we go from here? Also... wait. Oh shoot." She realized her error in jumping through the portal with the others. "We were headed to Helheim..."</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: the World Tree -> Boston, MA Skills: N/A --- --- Ratatoskr's words hit their mark this time, deflating Runa's self esteem in record time. Her chin wobbled first and her breath hitched. She tried to avoid the inevitable, but she couldn't. He was right - no one loved her. She didn't even love herself, so how could she blame them? Her life hadn't meant anything and her death was just a cosmic joke. She wasn't capable like the others here - they had superpowers and what could she do? Nothing. Tears spilled from her eyes and blurred her vision. She couldn't force herself to climb, just wanting to dissolve into nothingness and die - again. She wished for an afterlife where she didn't exist, one where she didn't have to feel this pain. There was one thing she knew she could do to make the pain stop - her fingers itched for a razor. It felt like she had been clinging to the tree, crying her eyes out in misery for hours before she could make herself move again, before she could continue her descent. She struggled with the idea of just jumping into the portal and hoping her head would be bashed in against the pavement. Each movement of her arms and legs felt completely impossible. When she passed through the portal and hit the ground, it didn't feel real - it all felt like it was happening to someone else. Her head was spinning and all she could do was cry, unable to even breathe naturally. She was having a complete breakdown, not even aware of her surroundings. She could have been in Paris for all she knew.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Hotel Valhalla: The World Tree -> Boston Skills: N/A --- --- She was starting to get somewhat worried about what was potentially going through Runa's head. Klara knew, despite not knowing Runa for very long, that it seemed like she didn't seem very confident in herself to begin with. The giant rodent clearly wasn't helping with that, but she knew better then to try and fight with him or argue. He couldn't be reasoned with, and always seemed to think that he was right. Though she felt like he was right in what he said to Elizabeth, that just seemed like he was stating a fact, at least in her opinion, more then just insulting her. Klara jumped through the portal, following after the others as she went in, and through to the other side, hitting the ground and once more making sure that her cat was still sitting on her shoulder comfortably. Her mind started racing when she saw Runa have a bit of a breakdown and started crying, and she wasn't sure if it was from stress, the glorified rodent, or a random combination of both. She had no idea, but the one thing she did know was that she felt horrible for her. "Hey Runa? Are you okay?" Klara asked her quietly, looking at her unsure of what else to say.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir Location: Midgard - Boston, MA Skills: Enhanced Tracking --- --- Nadia winced slightly as she reached behind her back feeling that she was bleeding a bit when Ratatoskr had hit her, she turned her head seeing the others quickly joining her. She was glad that everyone was able to make it, but her attention turned towards Runa seeing her breaking down she started to make her way over towards her. "Hey, it's okay Ratatoskr is a real old and crusty asshole just ignore anything that he says his insults were really lame to." Nadia said trying to cheer her up somewhat. "You guys can go ahead, we can catch up." Nadia said, hoping that the others would be able to leave the three of them and give them some space. Arnora looked at Runa for a moment as she walked over towards her and knelt down gently gave her a hug, feeling like she did really need one. Knowing Ratatoskr he had managed to hit a nerve with her looking at both Elizabeth and Lara before standing up she nodded in agreement she didnt want to overwhelm Runa at all right now. "Lets go ahead and see what we can find." Arnora suggested while looking at the three of them. "Just catch up when you can we'll find a way to get to where we both need to be." Arnora said as she turned around and started to leave the alleyway that they were dropped in and onto the sidewalk. She eventually found the docks a few minutes later and started to search for one boat in particular. "The docks shouldnt be to far." Arnora said looking around still admiring how times had really changed before she became an Einherjar, and started to head down the sidewalk, hopefully the others would be able to catch up as soon as possible.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Rolling into Boston, Elizabeth felt her feet, and hands, hit the pavement. "Where are we, can anybody tell?" she asked. It'd been a while since she was last on Midgard, and she didn't exactly keep up with what civilizations had or hadn't fallen since she left. She knew America was big right now, she'd picked up on that from the new kids that had shown up. That being said, even if she had, she didn't expect to be able to tell where she was just buy the ground in front of her, but she hoped she'd hear a name she roughly knew about. Either way, she needed a moment to breath. She picked up on the fact that Runa was less than happy, and normally she might try to say something to make her happy, or at least provide insight, but she knew that that just wouldn't be welcome from her. So instead, she just kept her mouth shut, if only to keep a mental breakdown of one of her team members from further endangering the mission. She got it, in a way, the words of Ratatoskr could be cutting, especially to somebody who just moved onto the hotel. It was too much, and if Runa could make it through this in one piece, it'd be a miracle.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Lara stood herself up at that point and offered her help to others up and then looked around at that point. Boston... Midgard. She had been here before, and thankfully the city didn't seem to be that much different from the last time she had been here. She liked Boston for that reason. Of course, it was the same as her hometown of Amsterdam. She missed it so much... but she knew that she couldn't go back anytime soon. "So to the harbor then? I'm guessing we'll be looking for a boat to take us to where we need to go?" Lara made sure that she didn't leave Elizabeth behind as she caught up to Arnora. She knew that mortals would be staring at them but then they'd look away and forget that the girls had been there. Thankfully that was how things worked with mortals, with them trying to ignore the obvious that was right in front of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- "Alright Runa, as long as you're sure about it," she responded with a slight smile to her. She followed along with Nadia and Runa as they headed to the docks. Of course, following along after Arnora and the others seemed to be a bit of a waste of time since Arnora decided that they should split up right then and there, and directed their group to go towards the bar instead. So now they were going their own separate ways away from the others, she was fine with getting away from Elizabeth at least, and she thought nothing more of it. Klara followed after Nadia into the bar, and she glanced over at Runa, noticing the mascara and makeup smudges on her face, "So, maybe we can get you to a bathroom or something to try and get the smudges off, okay?" she added as she glanced around the bar and noticed that there were people who looked to be dwarves as opposed to normal humans. "Runa you can relax, there are a lot of dwarves here, see how they are shorter then a normal person? We're fine," she whispered to her, not sure what else to really say about it as she followed after Nadia.</s> <\|message\|>Arnora Skadidottir --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia watched for a moment as Arnora, Lara and Elizabeth went their sperate ways, she eyed the dwarves for a moment, she still wasnt sure why they were being directed towards the bar. She eyed the dwarves that were in the bar, some of them were just talking amongst themselves and enjoying their drinks. "Yeah if you'd like we can go to the bathroom and you can get freshened up a bit or something, it's up to you really." Nadia said as she started to look around the bar, before finding a door that looked like it was a bit out of place, and started to make her way over towards it and opened the door. Once the door was opened it revealed a rather dark looking street, she looked around seeing that the buildings looked kinda similar as well, before realizing that the door led them to Nidavellir. Which explained why there were a number of dwarves in the bar itself as well to, Boston was was always the closest connection point to the other realms from what she remembered. "Looks like this is the little connection point to the land of the dwarves." Nadia said towards both Klara and Runa as she took a few steps out of the building and looked around seeing some dwarven inventions as well to. She just needed to find out how to get to she leaned herself up against a wall waiting for Klara and Runa to join her. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- The two dwarves smirked as they talked amongst themselves, before making their way onto their ship motioning for the three women to get on as well. "So where are you headed anyway?" One of the dwarves asked as Arnora climbed onto the ship as well, looking at Elizabeth before going and finding a seat on the boat and tossed the dwarves a sack of gold coins over towards them before finally speaking. "We are headed to Niflheim, if you guys can get us there as soon as possible." Arnora asked, the two dwarves looked at one another before nodded as the other counted the money. "Sure thing ladies." One said before heading into the wheelhouse of the ship and started it up. "Are you okay Lara?" Arnora asked seeing Lara looked like she had frozen up or something for some reason as she stood up and made her way over towards her. Once both Elizabeth and Lara were on the boat it started to slowly move into the harbor.</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Nichole Flame --- --- Elizabeth Flame Location: Boston Skills: N/A --- --- Not being able to see, Elizabeth was at least a bit more tuned in to what her other senses provided her, so when Lara stopped walking, she knew. Exhaling a tad, she didn't want to have to deal with another person being unable to drag themselves past their based human instincts, be it fear, hatred, or otherwise. She knew you couldn't yell somebody out of their emotional state though, and turned in what she assumed was her direction, and said, "What's going on? Are you alright?" She wasn't a sociopath by any means, but she her concern at the moment was not, in all honesty, with Lara's emotions, but rather how they might impact the situation at hand. She didn't like seeming cold, but it just felt like there was a lot on the line here, and nobody was taking it as seriously as her. She normally wasn't monstrous, but that was the role it seemed she had to play today, mostly because she was worried that if she didn't keep pushing and trying to keep things together, one way or another, literally everything would end up falling apart. They were on a clock, and she wanted people to keep to it. She put on a smile though, and tried to make herself seem softer than she was, she wanted Lara to feel safe, not make her angry or feel worse.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor Skills: N/A --- --- Lara almost didn't register that Elizabeth and Arnora were speaking to her until she took a deep breath and mentally slapped herself. "Ah, sorry. I'll be fine... sorry to make you both worry." Lara forced herself to take that first step again towards the boat, and swallowed her emotional turmoil. Yes, she hated being out on the water, especially when it was so deep, but they were on a deadline, and they had a task at hand. Her legs wobbled as they got on the boat, and the first thing she did was grab one of the life vests and tugged it on over her chest and buckled it. Yes, it was really nothing special, and given the fact that Lara was already dead she shouldn't worry, but... she didn't want to drown. She could almost feel of the water tingling up her neck, and as she was desperate for any thing to tether her back to reality she reached out and grasped Arnora's hand before she realized what she was doing. "Ah, sorry!"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa's face dimmed slightly with the revelation that Klara didn't know what she was saying. She really wished that she had a dictionary with her, or even better, Google Translate. There were just so many niche words being said that she couldn't quite translate within the context. Nadia thankfully came to the rescue - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. That must have been the English name for the movie, it sounded right to her so Runa nodded. "Erm, I like exploring nature, especially at sunrise... And, um, reading fashion magazines," she admitted, her face turning a bit red as she figured Klara and Nadia probably weren't into fashion at all. She didn't really have any suggestions on what to do, as Runa didn't even really understand why they were there in the first place. She didn't understand how travel between the realms worked, as everything seemed to have arbitrary rules. Thankfully, Nadia took charge, asking a dwarf for directions on how to get to their ultimate location - Niflheim, the realm of Hel. Her mind briefly flashed to the visions she had had shortly after she died, with the lines of dead and the gatekeeper. She shivered a bit at the idea of going there in person.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "When I was alive I loved the outdoors so much, and went on hiking trips all the time with my cousin and mother to." Nadia said towards Runa and smiled towards her at least they had something in common. Fashion wasnt really her thing though but she didnt dislike it either. Brokkr thought for a moment, at the Einherjar's question, looking at the three of them for a moment before smiling a little bit. "I can tell you, but you'll need to do something for me first though." Brokkr said as Nadia looked at both Klara and Runa, they didnt really have much of a choice really in the matter. "Alright then, what do you need?" Nadia asked, crossing her arms over her chest she was hoping that things would go a lot easier and the dwarf would be able to point them in the right direction on where to go, but he wanted them to do a task first. "My brother, Sindri has barrowed my smithing supplies for awhile now, I loaned them to him and now I need them back." He said as he stood up and cracked his fingers slightly. "Do that for me, and I can get you where you need to go." Brokkr said, as Nadia nodded slightly as she stretched slightly. "Where is your brother then?" Nadia asked crossing her arms over her chest. "He will either be at his shop just on the other side of town or over at a nearby bar just down the road from here." He said as he thought for a moment. "I can get you some warmer gear for your travel there as well to." Brokkr told them, Nadia smiled and nodded towards him. "Thank you." Nadia said as she started to turn around and left the building, and headed down the road. "Hopefully there isnt any other kind of twists." Nadia whispered. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Boating --- --- "See you ladies in Helheim!" The two dwarves snickered seeing as the World Serpent was pissed off now after being attacked, the two dwarves then walked over to two tarps that were on the back of the boat. Arnora watched as they pulled out the jetski's and then managed to get them into the water. The World Serpent turned its attention to the two escaping dwarves and instantly went after the two of them, quickly diving under the water. "Lets get going now." Arnora said as she quickly went for the wheelhouse seeing that the keys were still inside, Arnora turned the boat back on and started to push the speed to the boat as quickly as it would go. Arnora watched as the two jet skis were quickly eaten by the World Serpent. Causing a massive wave as well, nearly tipping the boat over, Arnora managed to keep it from capsizing, she looked at Lara for a moment. "If it comes up, take the wheel I have an idea." Arnora said, as she noticed the World Serpent's attention was back to them again and started to follow them.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Um..." she started to say, not entirely sure what Nadia or Runa were even going on about. "Who is this Snow White person?" Sometimes how long ago she had died was a bit of a hinderance, since it meant that she knew absolutely nothing about what happened in the world outside of the hotel. Including any sort of newer stories or something like that. Which also meant that she knew nothing about half of the things that Runa and Nadia likely knew about, which was somewhat a bit of a hassle for her. It couldn't be help though at all. Klara did perk up slightly when Runa mentioned reading fashion magazines and what not like that, "Ooooooh I haven't had much of a chance to actually keep up with that on Earth, you should totally talk to me about that later!" she said, giggling happily when she turned to look at the dwarf who was talking to them and Nadia mentioning where they were heading. It didn't surprise her that the dwarf asked for something in return. It made sense in her mind, and she nodded her head listening, before heading after Nadia when she headed off to go deal with this situation. "Hey don't worry! We'll get this sorted out and be able to head on our way quickly!" she was preferring to stay optimistic about things, but a part of her was pretty sure that they would probably get stopped more then once on their trip.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: N/A --- --- "Cowards!" Lara yelled at the dwarves as they left, just before getting swallowed by the Serpent at that point. It seemed that they got what they deserved, but at the same time Lara had to wince. They had been swallowed whole and there as no guarantee that they would make it out alive, in fact, they were most likely doomed to die in the serpent's belly. She could see Elizabeth trying to help them with her spells and it seemed some worked, and others did not. She stepped up to the helm of the boat, and realized that her spear had come back to her when she had turned her back to the beast. "I'll take the wheel if needed, but do you care to share your plan with us?" She was worried, even more so when she saw the serpent come back and start to follow them again. If she was going to die here... she wanted it to be in the belly in the beast instead of the dark vast water before them. Yes, it was a terrible thought to have at the moment, but it was the one she clung to.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Oh yeah I totally forgot that you are an old hag still, you still look really great for your age still by the way Klara." Nadia said teasingly, she of course was joking, Klara had been in Valhalla for a hell of a lot longer than she had been by a couple hundred years or so. "Whenever we finish this quest i'll see about smuggling some classic Disney movies. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves is an old fairytale that ended up getting a movie by a company called Disney." Nadia explained as she continued to walk, she looked over at Runa gently resting a hand on Runa's shoulder and smiled. "I think there is some fashion activities back at the hotel, if you want we could go and look for something whenever we get back." Nadia offered, she just hoped that would help ease Runa's worries about being in Valhalla. Nadia then paused for a moment as she looked at a bar, remembering that Brokkr mentioned that Sindri could be there. "I think thats the place right here." Nadia said as she started to enter the bar and looked around, seeing a bunch of older looking dwarves. Not to many were young looking really as Nadia walked over towards the bartender. "Hey, you wouldnt happen to know if there is a dwarf named Sindri here by any chance?" Nadia asked, the bartender looked at the three ladies for a moment and then gestured towards the set of stairs nearby. "He's in the gambler parlor you will have to wait until the game is over though." He said, Nadia smiled and nodded. "Thank you." Nadia said as she turned to face Klara and Runa. "Did you guys want something to eat or drink while we wait?" Nadia asked. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Cryokinesis --- --- "Well, i'm a daughter of Skadi so I have ice powers, so if I can freeze him or at least the water nearby it should slow him down." Arnora said looking at both Klara and Elizabeth, hopefully that would give them an idea what she was going to try and do. "So if you have a rune in there to with an ice spell or something that could help to." Arnora told Elizabeth as she started to walk over towards the rear of the boat, seeing the World Serpent still gaining on them. Arnora put her hand into the water, and it slowly started to freeze the water behind them slowly, but she saw that it wasnt slowing him down really. Arnora decided to do it again and started to put more power into it, seeing the World Serpent was having a bit of a harder time now as well to it was helping somewhat at least.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa stared at the transaction with confusion. They were being sent on an errand to get someone's tools? She had never really played video games, but she was at least familiar with the concept of a fetch quest and this felt like one of those. Couldn't they just tell this man that they were on a mission to save the universe and forgo this process? But she guessed that if that was a safe choice, Nadia would've said something - or Klara would have. She stared at Nadia and Klara, trying to wrap her head around this life she was in now. Or this un-life. She followed Nadia and Klara out of the building. "... So we're going to find his brother and get his things, and then he'll help us?" she asked. She couldn't focus on Klara wanting to know about fashion, she was just trying to get her bearings on how everything worked here. The place that they stumbled into next didn't look like a place she'd ever been in - the place smelled like alcohol. She glanced around, seeing all of the very short, very old people sitting around. It was like something out of a fever dream. "Um, I'm good... Do... do we need to eat?" she asked, not too sure how being dead worked.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Fairy tale?" she asked now, a bit confused. "Well, okay, guess we'll do that later right? Makes sense, if we get some downtime of course," she added, not too sure what else to say to the other two. "And don't call me old! Just because I died a few hundred years before either of you were born..." Klara didn't tend to like to think about how old she was. Or really how long ago it had been since she had really been out walking around among the living on Earth. It had been a long time since she had been alive. Anyone she had known years ago were long gone at this point, so not like she couldn't disappear to Earth for a little while and just blend in there. Her attention was pulled away from her own thoughts towards Nadia as she spoke to a few of the other dwarves at their destination and the talk about having to wait for the guy's game to be over or something like that. Well that was boring, now they were going to have to wait and hope that they could be patient long enough to get the stuff from him and hope that they could move on from this rather quickly. They had a job to do after all, so here was hoping that they could just deal with this quietly without getting into a fight. Of course, a small part of her was hoping that they'd get into a fight, since that would be fun in her mind, probably a bad thing though with Runa being new to all of this. "Nah, I'm good," she responded to Nadia.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: Boating --- --- Lara took over control of the boat as Arnora took over and put her hand in the water. Lara's focus turned forward as she steered the boat, following some instinct. She wasn't sure why she was following it, or where it was going but she had to follow this instinct. Hopefully what Arnora was doing would slow the Serpent, but there was no guarantee. "How much further do I need to go? I am not sure where we need to go, and I'm not that great with boats!" Of course, right as she said that, she lost control of the boat, and she managed to knock not only herself over, but Arnora and Elizabeth. "Ack! I'm sorry guys!" She blushed as she tried to get up, to get back in control before everything spiraled out of control again.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @Kirah@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "And we'll go to Barnes and Noble or something after this quest to and get you some fairytale books as well." Nadia said with a slight laugh and shook her head slightly. Fairytales were way older than she was, and she was surprised that Klara was older then they were as well to. Nadia turned to look at Runa and thought for a moment, she was still pretty much hungry whenever she needed to eat. "I mean we have newer bodies, curtesy of Odin and what not. They still have basic functions and needs like going to the bathroom, sleep and eating, we are immortal while back in Valhalla but once we leave the hotel we pretty much can still be killed, but it is a permanent death unlike how we usually die in Valhalla." Nadia answered her. Nadia was about to order some food when she heard a scuffle of sorts going on above the floor, and then heard a door slamming open as a drunken dwarf fell onto their table. The dwarf groaned as he rolled over onto his side looking at the three young women and gave them a bit of a drunken smile. "Are you okay, also do you know of a Sindri here?" Nadia asked, as she shifted a bit uncomfortably at the dwarf as he rolled over and onto the floor before standing up again. "Yes, whos asking?" He asked looking at the three women, before Nadia spoke. "Your brother wants his tools back, and sent us to get them." Nadia said as the drunken dwarf laughed slightly. "Yeah, I kind of gambled them off, they are upstairs though you can try and get them if you want." Sindri said and gestured towards where the gambling den was Nadia sighed and shook her head slightly, who would sell their siblings things off like that? --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Boston Skills: Cryokinesis --- --- Arnora groaned a bit as she slowly stumbled back up to her feet she turned to look at Elizabeth for a moment and gave her a bit of an eyeroll. "Just give me a bit." Arnora said looking over at Lara, and gave a slight shrug she wasnt sure how far it actually was they should notice a change at some point. "We'll know when it happens." Arnora said as she used her power again freezing the water again and then smiled seeing that the World Serpent was frozen now. Arnora leaned back slightly letting out a slight sigh and rubbed the back of her neck slightly looking at the two of them. Then the area started to snow some as Arnora made her way back over towards the wheelhouse looking at Lara and smiled. "Thanks, I can take the wheel if you'd like." Arnora said as she noticed the snow now and the temperature started to drop now as well to. "We should be there soon." Arnora said as she gestured towards land in the distance.</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa had a bit of a hard time wrapping her mind around how old Klara was. She wondered if Klara's memories were limited by her age - like how it was hard to Runa to remember things that happened when she was really little, did Klara only have faint memories of her time when she was alive on Earth? Or did they have an infinite memory of sorts once they died? Did everything just sort of compress and blur together? She had so many questions and every time someone tried to answer one, she only inevitably had more. They needed to eat and sleep and all - but could they get sick? Did the older ones have to go get vaccinated? She grimaced, seeing the intoxicated dwarf hit their table. Her face dropped slightly though when their mission to retrieve the tools was even harder - apparently they had been gambled away. Runa didn't have much skill at card games. Maybe Klara knew how to gamble? But if she didn't know about fairy tales, Runa was doubtful. "Are either of you good at gambling?" Runa asked. "Maybe we just buy him some new tools, he may not notice the difference..."</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "Okay, that sounds like a lot of fun to me, I'm all for it," Klara said to Nadia with a bit of a smile. She was a bit curious as to what a fairy tale was. Growing up sure they had some stories, folk lore, tales and what not, but fairy tale was a new term for her really. No one had really used it when she had been living and she hadn't really wondered too much about the stories in the more recent years of Earth. Maybe she really should pay more attention to what happened in the recent days. That would likely be a smart one so that she wasn't quite a fish out of water when talking with the more recently deceased people in the hotel. Her attention turned to the dwarf that had more or less stumbled out and was shown to be the dwarf that they were looking for. Of course, the next words out his mouth regarding the tools that belonged to his brother made her roll her eyes. Nothing ever was that simple for them, everything had to be difficult despite what they would hope for. "I'm not the best at gambling, never really developed much of an interest in it, so I never really tried. The thing with gambling is that parts of it are luck based, depending on the game there is some strategy, but as I said, part of it is luck based."</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Boston Harbor; In the Boat Skills: N/A --- --- "Might be for the best, seems I'm not the greatest at steering a ship. Some Viking I'd make, huh?" Lara half laughed at that as she stepped away from the wheel and letting Arnora take the helm again. Thankfully, the serpent was pretty frozen by that point, so they would no longer have trouble with it, it seemed. As the temperature dropped and the snow began to fall, Lara looked to Elizabeth. "You should get some rest, and thank you for your help with the serpent." She tugged her own coat around herself tighter as she tried to see if she could spot their destination in the distance. Helheim still scared her, as a concept. It was where all the souls that didn't die a warrior's death went after all. What if she saw her parents there, or worse, Levi? "What is the plan for when we get there?"</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim Skills: Combat; Spear and Shield --- --- "I do agree, running seems like a good idea." Lara could see they were getting outnumbered as more dragur appeared at that point, and there were more coming out of the woods. She did take another stab at the drauger in front of her and it crumpled to the ground, having been taken out by her attacks. Thankfully that did mean there was some space between them and the dragurs that were working their ways out of the woods. She ran after Arnora and then smiled a bit as she saw the ice wall go up and was about to thank Arnora when Elizabeth got hit in the leg. Lara dashed after them, going to grab Elizabeth's other side to help support her as they ran off. "So where are we going to go... should we try to get back in the boat or just roll the dice and pray luck is on our side?"</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa gaped with astonishment as Klara's kitten transformed into a giant beast, easily the size of a tiger. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around everything that she was seeing and experiencing since dying. In some moments, she wanted to run from the information - but she knew that really her only path forward was just to accept the chaos swirling around her. Like for instance, she still didn't know why they couldn't ask someone else for directions, but apparently that wasn't an option - that or Klara and Nadia just hadn't heard her suggest it. She bit her lip slightly as the bully offered to give them the tools, in exchange for an IOU more or less. Nadia didn't think it was a good idea, and Runa trusted her when she said that. She didn't know what sort of favors the bully may ask for, but if Nadia thought it was a dangerous deal, then there was no way Runa was going to support taking it. "No thank you," Runa told the giant, speaking softly but still loudly enough that he would be able to hear her.</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "No way would we want to be in your debt for anything, that is beyond stupid," she instantly said to the giant, before looking up at the tools that were in the air again. Hang on a second. That sort of thing probably required quite a bit of concentration to maintain, most sorts of magic did. So what would happen if she found a way to break that concentration? Easiest way would be to just beat up the guy a few times to hope he gets knocked out that way. But, thinking about it, she had a bit more of a creative way to potentially break that concentration without even having to lift a finger. A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she looked down at her rather large cat. "Alright Betty, sick him," she said simply, pointing at the giant, before she watched as the cat started doing a butt wiggle, clearly about to pounce, before the cat did just that. Betty tackled the giant and pinned him to the ground, and that resulted in him losing his concentration with keeping the tools aloft in the air. They dropped to the ground, and Klara just nonchalantly walked over to the tools and picked them up off of the ground. "You said if we could get them down we could take them, pleasure doing business with you, good girl Betty," she commented before looking at the others. "Job done, let's go."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@kittyluna45 --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked at Klara and then Betty with a bit of a surprised look seeing the now massive cat tackling Utgard-Loki to the ground was both an amazing and funny sight as well to see. "Great job Betty." Nadia said as she walked over towards Runa gently wrapping an arm around her as she watched Utgard-Loki struggling to get Betty off of him but he couldnt really as Klara simply took the set of tools up into her arms. Nadia was satisfied that the job was all done now as well to which was a good thing then. "C'mon lets get the tools back." Nadia said as she eyed the saddle for a moment wondering if it was big enough for all three of them could get a ride on before Utgard-Loki spoke again. "I know that you are searching for Baldur, and that he is inside Hel's palace." Utgard-Loki said turning to look at the three girls. "And I know a secret way to get inside to, it wont be easy to get in through the front door. All that I want are those tools." Utgard-Loki said, as Nadia shook her head she didnt trust him at all. "I still Don't believe him, lets get going." Nadia insisted as she was getting ready to leave the alleyway now. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Niflheim Skills: N/A --- --- Elizabeth started to look really bad now as Arnora looked over at the arrow for a moment and then over towards Lara and then over towards their boat. She noticed that more Daugur were starting to swarm the boat now, and they carried weapons and were smashing against the hull, some of them getting onto the boat as well breaking whatever they could. "I dont think the boat is an option anymore.." Arnora said towards Lara as she continued to run. Arnora looked forward she noticed what looked to be a cave of some kind near the shore and then looked towards Lara and gestured towards that spot. "Lets go in there." Arnora suggested as she quickly ran over there, entering the small looking cave, and started to make a shushing motion to Lara. The undead seemed to be focused on smashing their only ride to get out of the area, which was both a good and bad thing right now they were stranded the good thing was they were distracted right now.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Niflheim Skills: Basic Ass First Aid --- --- Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down. For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.</s>
<\|description\|>Lara Alderliesten Lara Alderliesten Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name) Age: 21 Birthday: May 7th 1923 Death Date: November 13th, 1944 Ethnicity: Dutch Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there. Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells. How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76 Gender: Female Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish. --- --- Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: 125 Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blond Skin Tone: Pale with freckles Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation. Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.) --- --- Psychology Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind Burdened Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept. Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile. Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix. Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room. Hobbies: Fears: Rifles * Dark Water * Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive Likes: * Pulp fiction Books * Tea * Pastries * Tulips * Setting her hair * Slow dance songs Dislikes: * Literal Nazi's * White Chocolate * Cats * French Fries * Acne * The Sea --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding * Keen Sense of Law General Skills: * Medical * Sewing * Reading * How to make a hiding spot * Code breaking/ puzzle solving * Baking Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting * Shield Use * Sword fighting * Archery Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant * Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant. * Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag * Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros. * Faded picture in her wallet. * Extra dagger just in case * Tissues * Some make up * Extra socks * Some Pulp Novel she's reading Possessions In Hotel Room: * Extra practice spear * Extra practice sword * Work out clothing * Extra shield * A small worn book * Old worn passports * A hide of a wolf she took on a quest * Extra books --- --- History Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation. During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave. Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university. The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over. Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could. Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life. --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Extra Information: Aesir~~~ Sample 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\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video. "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?</s> <\|message\|>Klara Natalia Blake --- --- --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- "She's definitely a very good kitty and is definitely going to get more snuggles later, isn't that right Betty?" she said happily towards the cat who meowed in response to what she said, purring slightly too. She giggled slightly at her cat, more then a little happy that she had the armor that allowed her to be more useful in a fight. Then again she always found Betty amusing when she was wandering around with a knife or something in her mouth. That cat was pretty dangerous when she wanted to be, unless she liked you. Her attention was drawn away from her own thoughts with regards to her awesome little kitty cat (though Betty wasn't so little anymore) as the giant started talking. Klara rolled her eyes slightly as the giant tried to seemingly bargain with them over the tools. Something was odd to her, the fact that the giant really wanted the tools. "Why the hell do you want the tools? Seriously, this is ridiculous, you think we're going to just hand you tools that don't belong to you without you giving us a valid reason to believe anything you say or whatever? You really are dumb."</s> <\|message\|>Nadia Carmen Petrova --- --- @BlueSky44@kittyluna45@Dark Light --- --- Nadia Petrova Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Nadia looked towards Runa seeing the girl actually giggling and laughing at the whole scene of Betty pinning down the giant it was actually the very first time that she had seen Runa actually laughing. She still had no idea what it was that he wanted the tools for. She didnt trust the guy at all or why the tools were so important anyway. "I just want them, and they are very useful." Utgard-Loki said as he managed to shove Betty off of him and stood up to his full height now and looked at the three girls before him. "But a deal is a deal, i'll be seeing you three again soon you will be needing me as an ally soon enough." He said giving the three a smirk before a flash of light and he was completely gone. Nadia stared at the spot where Utgard-Loki was and shook her head slightly it really did sound to ominous. "I now really dont trust him like at all." Nadia said letting out a bit of an annoyed sigh as she picked up her sword and sheathed it back. They needed to focus on the task at hand right now, and they needed to get the tools back so that way they could get back to their quest. "Brokkr will be happy to have his tools back." Nadia said as she started to make her way back towards the shop, as Nadia looked she saw the blacksmith and made her way inside seeing the dwarf was back at work again. "We got your stuff back." Nadia said as the dwarf was still a bit to focused at the task at hand right now. --- --- Arnora Skadidottir Location: Niflheim Skills: N/A --- --- Arnora looked over at Elizabeth seeing the girl started to shake as her eyes went down to look at the arrow still stuck in her, the arrow looked really nasty seeing bits of dried blood on there as well the shaft of the arrow looked like it was made out of bone or something like that. She gently set her down on the floor, dying outside of Valhalla was for good and there was no way that she would end up coming back and waking up at the hotel. She turned to look at Lara and shook her head slightly, Arnora knew that it didnt look good at all, she didnt have any skills really to help. "Well this really sucks.." Arnora said letting out a sigh as she leaned back, the Draugr she could hear were still searching for them luckily none of them had found out about the little cave that they were hiding in. Arnora watched as a single draugr walked past their cave, she made a shushing motion towards Lara and looked at her. She wasnt sure if there was more were close by or not but she didnt want to risk it. Gerric wasnt to far on another end of the shore, as another group of Draugr were after him the group of Einherjar that he was with ended up getting scattered due to the group of undead trying to hunt him and the others who were with him down. They were on a completely different quest given by the Norns shortly after Runa's group had left to search for a weapon of some kind.</s>	<\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten Location: Niflheim Skills: --- --- Lara looked over at Arnora and shook her head a bit as well and sighed at that. It was most likely that Elizabeth wouldn't survive her wounds unless they could get her back to the hotel in time, which seemed unlikely. So, she simply put a blanket over the other girl to make sure she was comfy as she leaned up against the wall at that point. She saw the Draugr as well and nodded. She didn't dare make a sound, she didn't dare alert the Draugr to their hiding spot at all. She did make sure to keep her spear out, just in case their hiding spot was found. However, it was looking worse and worse for them. Lara had seen bad before, but they were outnumbered and if they died here, they were never going to see Valhalla again. She was trying to figure out a way out, maybe a way to bind them with their words, but she doubted the Draugr could even speak.</s>
<\|description\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden Gerric Roar Halfden Character Quote: Stand by your own trial and not by what others say. Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain. --- --- Character Summary Aliases: Age: 28 Birthday: January 21st Death Date: March 14th Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Copenhagen, Denmark Godly Parent: Aegir How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: Since 8th century Gender: Male Languages: Old Norse, Old Franconian, French, Danish, English. --- --- Appearance Height: 6'1" Weight: 240lbs Body Type: Athletic and muscular Eye Color: Ocean blue Hair Color: Dark brown Skin Tone: Light Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Beneath his clothing he is littered with scars and tattoos, each telling of his hardships, trials and victories. Has a few simple piercings. Personal Style: His style has adapted over his long stay at the hotel, growing and changing with the times and newcomers but it always holds homage to his Viking roots. He likes his clothing simple, of natural fabrics and plain colours. He is often adorned in silver jewellery. Rings, thick earrings and a solid necklace. --- --- Psychology Brave * Impulsive * Resourceful * Reckless * Charming * Ill tempered Sexuality: straight Relationship Status: single Personality: Gerrik is a simple man of simple pleasures. He is easy going, laid back and stress free. However, his temper can come quick and fast but passes just as easily. For this he is compared to a storm or the sea. He is quite giving in all things and oft shares what he has. He has little greed but loves to gamble and bet for the thrill of the game. He is a social creature and loves nothing more than a large feast filled with booze, women and perhaps a good fight. All things he indulges perhaps too heavily in. Since losing his family, failing his vengeance and well, dying, he has lost his purpose and way. Sorrow always finds him in the lonely sobering hours of morning, that is until the drinking begins anew. Fatal Flaw: His addiction to alcohol and action. The fear of being left alone to deal with his inner demons. His failings in life. Depression. Habits: He pushes people away when they start getting to close. He runs from responsibility. He unnecessarily sharpens his blades when bored or stressed. Hobbies: Drinking, brawling, sailing, fishing, gambling, throwing, f@&$ing. Fears: * Emotional connection or reliance. * Claustrophobic * Burning to death (he's seen/heard it) Likes: * Alcohol * Tattoos * The ocean * Knives * Stories * A good meal Dislikes: * Children * Responsibility * Guns * Liars * Descendants of Skadi * --- --- Skills Demigod Abilities: * Water manipulation * Unknown General Skills: * Sailing * Fishing * Farming * Smithing * Gambling * Tattooing Combat Skills: * Brawling * Small blades - throwing * Endurance / resilience * Disarming Magic Item: * Horn of Endless ale: Wrongly named, this mug has swivelling runestones around it allowing for many combinations. Each combination can be used to record what ever liquid is currently in the mug and then recreate it endlessly. It mostly just has various ales, some of which have magical properties. Ale of loose lips Ale of vigor * Wolfs chain liquid metal. From the forge of Fenrir's chains remained a small globe of imperfect material. Be it of the final product or an attempt before, excess material or slag residue, an incomplete or a failed link. This small light near indestructible metal refused to leave its liquid state and be of any use. Additionally after some time unattended it will simply evaporate into nothingness. Only under the strong will of one who can manipulate liquids, can it be shaped and formed into solid usable (albeit temporary) constructs. What Do They Carry On Them: * Clothing * Coin pouch * Concealed Shoe dagger * Concealed Belt dagger * Concealed Chest harness dagger x2 * Concealed wrist dagger * Leather braces * Necklace * Boots * * * Possessions In Hotel Room: Gerrik's room is hardly that, it appears more like a small work shop and shows of utter disregard to the establishment. It is dirty, there are broken bottles strewn about and knives litter the wall. * More knives * Small forge and tools * Ore * Some books somewhere * * * * * * * --- --- History Biography Born to a Frankish missionary Gerrik never really fit in or was accepted. Back in his mother's homeland they were ridiculed and chased out for his mother's wild story of his conception at sea and the troubled conflicting religious beliefs she had because of it. Moving back to where he was born amongst the Danes, things were not much better there for them either. His mother's different background, jumbled beliefs and wild claims made Gerrik the focus of much ire and brutality. He grew up with few friends and had a hard life ahead of him. It was made slightly easier when he and his mother were eventually taken in by a lonely crippled fisherman. The fisherman turned out to be a heartless ex-warrior simply awaiting his inglorious death, drinking to pass the time until it came. He was a drunk and a violent one at that. The man had little but always a tankard of ale could be found in his hand, not that Gerrik ever knew where the foul liquid that filled it came from. While not a great father he still did the job where none other were present. He taught Gerrik how to fight, how to fish, how to throw a knife, and how to survive the world. But most importantly he taught him how to survive it alone. Gerrik wasn't always alone though, in his early teen years he was blessed with a younger sister. As a young adult he was fortunate to find his wife. Gerrik grew to became a capable smith and fisherman, looking after his family and providing for them. However this semblance of peace only lasted several years before everything was suddenly and unexpectedly taken away from him. His mother, his sister, his wife, their unborn child and his house was gone. The only thing the raiders left was the crippled angry old man. Vengeance filled Gerrik's heart and the next few years saw him initiate himself into a raiding team. He had to work, crawl, and climb his way up from lower than the bottom. He was a nothing who endured every type of hardship and humility just to get a place on their boat. He eventually pleased his jarl enough that he earned his own boat. With a few successful raids under his belt he finally had the opportunity to sail out to those who attacked his homestead, but by the time the opportunity came, he was sent instead to aid not attack his sworn enemy. Gerrik's vengeance clouded his mind. He did not see the mockery or lies of his comrades for what they were. He was encouraged to challenge the rival clan believing it would lead to retribution, but it never did nor would. How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Gerrik, in a matter of years, became a warrior and fought for his name and his family. His death came while seeking revenge on a misleading quest. He was sent to aid raiders who had murdered his family years past. While he wanted to slaughter them all in their sleep he challenged them honourably. It was a fair, honest and fierce duel. A one on one challenge that in the end saw both combatants die. (Anora Skadidottir) --- --- Additional Information Theme Song: Made of scars - Stone Sour Extra Information: 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. Unaffiliated, neither Aesir or Vanir. And here is a random old post.</s> <\|message\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden --- --- Gerric Roar Halfden Location: Niflheim Skills:Blades, Water manipulation --- --- A hand caught Gerric's collar and only chance saw him delay before impaling the assailant with a dagger, a delay that let him see the very living features of Arnora. Surprise took the edge off his wild reckless rage but not before a torrent of water swept a draugr up into the air and removed its undead limbs one by one. Satisfied, he followed one of his least favourite people back to shore and into the cave. In there he hoped he would find some of those that came with him, but to his disappointment he did not. Instead there were others that he was not familiar with. All had that hint of a warriors soul but one seemed as if that soul was ready to disembark from its body. He was speechless as he stood shivering before them with blue lips and ice in his beard.</s> <\|message\|>Lara Alderliesten --- --- Location: Niflheim, the Cave Skills: Spear attack and Medical --- --- Lara looked over at Arnora as she dragged the figure back towards them. "Duck!" She took aim and tossed her sprear at the drauger that was pursuing them, and she made a gesture of victory as it hit it and took it out. She knew with time her spear would come back to her, it always did. So she turned to Arnora and helped her by tacking Gerric from her. "I'll check him over, you make that barricade. Stupid idiot... why the hell did you go into the water?" She looked at Gerrick and looked him over. She could tell that hypothermia was probably starting to set in from the color of his lips. She ripped more of her clothing apart to patch him up and then sighed a bit. What they needed was a fire, but that was ill advised at the moment. She swore under her breath in Danish as she tugged a blanket out of her backpack and wrapped it tight around him. "Walk around if you can, warm up your joints."</s> <\|message\|>Runa Phoebe Johansson --- --- Runa Johansson --- Location: Nidavellir Skills: N/A --- --- Runa glanced at Klara in confusion, mouthing the word thingmabob. She didn't know the meaning of that. By context, she guessed that it just meant thing, but English could be incredibly confusing at times and she wouldn't be surprised if it meant something else entirely. She made a mental note to ask later, preferably when Klara was a little less hyper. She was right too - they were on a time limit and needed to focus on accomplishing a million impossible things in order to keep everyone in the universe from dying horribly. She nodded at Nadia when she told her to lead the way and she looked down at the compass, seeing that it was pointing towards the northeast. She wasn't really sure what to say, so she just started walking in that direction. She didn't really know what she was looking for, nothing seemed to happen, and she had no idea how long they'd need to walk to get to their destination. She was filled with anxiety over the entire thing, and she didn't want to turn around and ask the dwarf for more detailed instructions on how to use the compass. She'd just have to trust that they were going the right way.</s>	<\|message\|>Gerrik Roar Halfden Gerric Roar Halfden Location: Niflheim Skills:Water manipulation --- --- Unsure where to begin or how to answer, for what seemed like a long moment Gerric just stood and stared blankly at Lara. A faint hit of confusion stuck to that frozen face of his. Now that he was unmoving the shivers where undeniable. He wasn't sure if her first question was a real one or if simply the frost had already started to settle on his brain. The thought that Arnora was behind him, someone he hadn't seen in many many years, pulled at his focus and caused a whirlwind of emotions to plague him. "Wh, What!?" Gerric finally responded to the blonde woman incredulously as he denied her advances to aid his injury with a waving hand. Sceptically he found words enough to answer that which he believed too obvious to need explanation. His words came drawn out and slightly slurred, slipping between chattering teeth and through tired numb lips. "I was fighting. was his first and complete answer, speaking as though those three simple words covered everything. He continued on to the next, a pitying look in his eyes. "Yer never had the cold in your bones before have you?" he asked without really asking. "Were I not a son of Aegir, and fool enough to follow your advice, the cold would put me to a sleep I'd never wake from. No amount of walking could distance me from that fate, especially here. I am of the sea and lands of snow and still I have never known a chill like that of Niflheim." Then he pauses before adding in with a coy smile. "Besides, everyone knows huddling naked is the best way to warm a body." Proving he had no intent to get naked, he threw his arms out wide and closed his eyes in concentration. Before his feet a small pool of water would appear as he tried to drag all the moisture out of his clothes, essentially drying the freezing cold fabrics with his father-given magic. Despite his best efforts it was all too late for him. The ice of Niflheim had sunken deep into his bones. His body temperature had dropped drastically, and here, in this cold dark cave, being watched over by some of the fiercest and most merciless of creatures, Gerric would not find aid. Had he the strength he'd spend the last of it to stab Anora through the back. But he didn't. His limbs were weak, his head heavy and his mind sluggish. Darkness encroached upon his vision, his use of magic draining his life as quick as the cold he sought to remove. It was not an honourable death, nor a brave or mighty one. He'd rather have gone out to the blade of a drugar, fang of the world serpent or tentacle of the kraken. But just like his life, his death did not go how he planned. This time there would be no valkerie, this time the darkness would be final. With no words of warning, just a battering of his eyelids, Gerric slumped against the rocky wall and slid down to the hard unforgiving floor, falling into his last and final sleep.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Evans --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- "It's Will," he responded to the Canadian girl. He couldn't fault her for not knowing his name, after all, he didn't even have an idea on how to pronounce hers. Still, her assertations were right; he felt something was off. His sister had a big book that went into all of the different signs of a haunting. It had been based on one of those stupid ghost-hunting shows that had been all the rage a decade ago. But he remembered several of the signs quite well. Unexplained temperature changes. Strange glitches with technology. Unusual smells. Objects moving and strange sounds. Animals reacting in strange, unnatural ways. "Temperature changes and strange sounds..." he muttered to himself. It wasn't enough to go around shouting "GHOSTS! We've got ghosts here!" He was weird enough at school without getting his ass kicked every day. Besides, he still had to survive senior year. Other girls were also mentioning the cold, and Will nodded to them walking over to one of the vents in the room, running his hand in front of it. Nothing. "The air's not running," he mentioned, and looked back to the stacks. "I came here to get a book from the basement, but when I tried to go down the stairwell, the door was locked. The staff elevator isn't working either." Glitches with technology too. Three signs. He started walking towards the stacks again, looking towards the corner door that led to the stairwell. It was wide open as if something was holding it open. He turned back to the others. "I swear when I got here the door was shut and lock-" As he turned back to the stacks, he could see the soft motion of cloth in the corner of the door as if a woman's dress had moved enough to be seen. Like someone was holding the door open for them. Will looked to Jenny Emerson, who was either so involved in her shitty Netflix show that she didn't even register the change in temperature and the commotion from the teenagers in the room, or she just didn't feel anything. Not that Will thought she'd be much help anyway. "I'm going to check it out." Sarah was always going on about exploring and finding the unknown. This was his chance to do the same. He started walking down the stacks, seeing the door close gently as he moved towards the door. "Is-is anyone there? Is anyone in the stairwell?" No answer. The only way to move now was forward, for him at least. Anyone else was free to follow or stand around and talk, or wait. But you would have to be a blind idiot to think that there was nothing weird at all going on.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s>
<\|description\|>William "Will" Morgan Age 17 Place of Residence 218 Turner Street Personality Traits Horror Aficionado: Will has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge on horror films, horror novels and horror comics. He can tell you the difference between a sasquatch and a yeti, and how the loch ness monster is just a plesiosaur. Reserved: Being the monster kid doesn't really get you invited to a lot of parties. Due to his lonesome nature (who wouldn't completely recede inside themselves when their best friend and big sister kills herself?), Will is quiet. That comes with perks though; he's unassuming and easily forgettable. That's...useful in some things, right? Awkward: Being the loner kid most of your life doesn't prepare you for talking to others, especially those of the opposite sex. Will's better off stuttering or muttering about vampires than actually talking. Obsessive: The death of Sarah (his sister) has been weighing on him for ten years. The fact that he recently uncovered a diary of hers with entries talking about some similarly weird things happening now has set him on a one-track path to uncover what's going on, and he's willing to sacrifice everything to learn the truth. Family History/Backstory William Morgan was born in Doc Sparrow Memorial Hospital, October 23rd, 2003 to Eugene and Kathleen Morgan. His older sister Sarah was extremely close to him, even though she was nine years older than he was. Sarah's obsession with old school horror quickly drew her brother in, and the two bonded over that. On July 15, 2010, Sarah was found dead in Cider Park, alongside six other teenagers. It was ruled a suicide. Will changed after then, becoming sullen, distant, and ultimately disconnected with most of the world. The Morgan household also changed. Eugene seemed to distance himself by delving into work at the local hardware store that he managed, and Kathleen began doing extra work with the local Presbyterian Church. The house became cold and empty. Will's life became horror movie reruns, school work, and the occasional video game. Then summer came. A chance to visit his aunt and uncle in Portland died quickly after they told him that the virus was still contagious in the city. An attempted trip to a horror convention in Bangor also died. He seemed stuck in town. Then he found the journal. Other Info Will technically has a driver's license, but since he has to borrow the family's Ford Fusion to get around (and since his dad has been working extra shifts) his normal method of transportation is an old Schwinn bicycle. Will does not have a summer job and spends a lot of his time at the library, finding his house stifling, especially when his mother has church friends visiting.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s>	<\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s> <\|message\|>Astrid Evans --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- "It's Will," he responded to the Canadian girl. He couldn't fault her for not knowing his name, after all, he didn't even have an idea on how to pronounce hers. Still, her assertations were right; he felt something was off. His sister had a big book that went into all of the different signs of a haunting. It had been based on one of those stupid ghost-hunting shows that had been all the rage a decade ago. But he remembered several of the signs quite well. Unexplained temperature changes. Strange glitches with technology. Unusual smells. Objects moving and strange sounds. Animals reacting in strange, unnatural ways. "Temperature changes and strange sounds..." he muttered to himself. It wasn't enough to go around shouting "GHOSTS! We've got ghosts here!" He was weird enough at school without getting his ass kicked every day. Besides, he still had to survive senior year. Other girls were also mentioning the cold, and Will nodded to them walking over to one of the vents in the room, running his hand in front of it. Nothing. "The air's not running," he mentioned, and looked back to the stacks. "I came here to get a book from the basement, but when I tried to go down the stairwell, the door was locked. The staff elevator isn't working either." Glitches with technology too. Three signs. He started walking towards the stacks again, looking towards the corner door that led to the stairwell. It was wide open as if something was holding it open. He turned back to the others. "I swear when I got here the door was shut and lock-" As he turned back to the stacks, he could see the soft motion of cloth in the corner of the door as if a woman's dress had moved enough to be seen. Like someone was holding the door open for them. Will looked to Jenny Emerson, who was either so involved in her shitty Netflix show that she didn't even register the change in temperature and the commotion from the teenagers in the room, or she just didn't feel anything. Not that Will thought she'd be much help anyway. "I'm going to check it out." Sarah was always going on about exploring and finding the unknown. This was his chance to do the same. He started walking down the stacks, seeing the door close gently as he moved towards the door. "Is-is anyone there? Is anyone in the stairwell?" No answer. The only way to move now was forward, for him at least. Anyone else was free to follow or stand around and talk, or wait. But you would have to be a blind idiot to think that there was nothing weird at all going on.</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Abbie crossed her arms, after the books she had been hauling were returned. She wasn't sure why she had stuck around instead of leaving, but there was just something about the library today that had drawn more people than she had seen at once, especially considering there was no incentive to be at the library in the first place. But no, she was supposed to believe everyone else had decided to return books or use library computers at the exact same time. "That's a good question." Abbie uttered as the boy, Will, ushered closer to the stairwell. She raised a brow before smirking wryly to answer the other girl's comment about the library. "The library hasn't been this active in a hundred years." It was a joke, a smart-ass like retort, but given Will decided he wanted to play detective instead of leaving the library or minding his own business she felt the need to cut the tension in the air. It was an old library, it happened to get cold all the time. Abbie didn't really see the need to be this fussy or insistent. She kept her arms crossed as Will called out, wondering if anyone was there, as if this was an episode of Scooby Doo! and he was Shaggy. Based on the cracks in his voice she wondered if he was going to stammer "zoinks!" next. She rolled her eyes before leaning into the nearest wall as she looked over how many exact teenagers had filled into the library at once. Her joke about the library haven't had this many visitors at once in a hundred years seemed to be a joke, but there was something strange about it. Being a small town with one high school, she recognized all the faces. Though, nothing felt out of place. It was just weird they all ended up at the library at the same time. Not as weird as Will being Will, though. Her glance moved back to him as she waited for the mayor's daughter to sign off on her books and allow her to leave. Go get lunch. Something else. "You're seriously going to poke around? Really?"</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s>
<\|description\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott Age 17 Place of Residence 166 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits The Prescott's are known for being fiscally responsible, intelligent, upstanding citizens of Everbrook. Abbie Prescott is an anomaly if one would expect such things from the daughter of James Prescott and Laura Lee Sparrow. Abigail isn't the greatest of students, not particularly book smart, nor is she particularly the model daughter of such a family. The only thing in common she holds with her father's family is being fiscally responsible, though she sort of has to be considering the fact that she is not allowed great privilege despite being from a prestigious family. She has no credit card, no allowance, and is expected to be "self-determined"; to earn everything that she wants. It's easy to be fiscally responsible when you are the only girl on Everbrook Circle without expendable income. In fact, the only thing she has is a car and that was only because her Sweet Sixteen allowed her to finally get one. She didn't even think she was getting one until her mother put the keys in her hand. She hates it. She hates all of it. But it's life. Speaking of her manners, Abbie isn't exactly mean, but she does channel her frustrations in a less than tactful manner. She's sarcastic, often at other's expenses. She thinks she has it just as bad as kids from Courtland Street, even if it's not exactly comparable. She's rather self-centered and when she gets mad she seems to make everything out to be much worse than it is. Her own cousin, Samuel, thinks she's full of hot air. For those that know Abbie they probably wouldn't contest that much. That said, Abbie isn't a sociopath or even a "Queen Bee" type. She certainly frames herself to be an alpha, but a lot of that seems to be more present on the basketball court rather than in casual conversation. Whereas her family prefers social niceties, Abbie doesn't. In fact, Abbie's honest demeanor can be oft mistaken for antagonistic japes when she is merely being blunt. Though sometimes it would help if she could read the room, or measure her responses better. Of all the kids born from the families on Everbrook Circle, one could probably do worse than Abigail "Abbie" Prescott. That much is for sure. At least she won't brag about having more money than you, after all. Family History/Backstory The Prescott Family is one of the oldest families in the city of Everbrook. Abigail, Abbie to anyone that knows her, has had a motor since she was old enough to walk. Despite only growing to be five-foot-three she has shown an affinity for competition and a flair for the dramatic. Every single girls' basketball team in Everbrook has highlighted her talents at the guard position. Still, the spotlight hasn't made her happy enough. She wants to be free of Everbrook and while she has the prestige that a member of the Prescott Family deserves, she lacks the opportunity. In over nine generations not a single Prescott has left Everbrook. Some who wanted to never got the chance to. But family secrets are elusive, flying under Abbie's radar with relative ease. She's not particularly inquisitive due to her hyper-focused and self-centered nature. Her Sweet Sixteen wasn't too long ago and the idea of a collegiate basketball career has not yet crossed her mind. Right now she's hoping to drag Everbrook's sorry excuse for a girls' basketball program to a State and National Championship. However, she might not get that chance. The upcoming summer is strange and full of misfortune. She had been called up to a basketball camp… but her invitation was canceled last minute when the camp was canceled. When she tried to drive out of Everbrook for a festival in another state the only way out was blocked off by a traffic accident on six different occasions. What the hell was going on? Other Info * The Prescott's are rather wealthy. They have run the Prescott Cider Mill since 1736 and own several non-essential businesses in Everbrook. One member of the family was even Mayor during the First World War. * Her mother comes from a long line of bankers. Her grandfather runs the Prescott National Bank. * Her car is a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner. She hoped for something more modern, but it's Everbrook. There are still functional payphones, after all. * She has a part-time job working at the local supermarket -- though its more of a general store.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s>	<\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott "I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?" It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history. "You're paying for gas, wherever it is."</s>
<\|description\|>Ruby Han Age 17 Years Old Place of Residence 152 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Ruby has always been more of the introverted sort. She has never been the type to show or express her emotions easily, but when she does, you'll know that it is absolutely genuine. This also leads into the fact that she is not a talkative chatterbox, but that in turn also makes her a great listener. When she's quiet, she's observant. That makes her a great considerate friend to have, as you'll always know that she'll be there to listen to your rants and whines without judgement. It's not exactly that she is always silent, it's more that she is taking the extra time to acknowledge her thoughts. She recognises what she is thinking and takes the extra time and effort to stop and reflect on it. This can work as a double-edged sword, but it is not something that she can change easily for a matter of fact. Ruby is friendly and easy going, and is not a difficult person to get along with. She is polite and seldom rude, both to her peers and elders. She pursues an active lifestyle with plenty of energy to spare and likes to pursue anything that catches her interest and attention, and can often be found doing activities of all kinds. She's in the habit of proving that she's just as good as boys or better, and has proven herself in more than a few occasions in that enough of the boys have recognised her for the fact. Ruby is also known to be incredibly stubborn and prefers doing things her way. Ruby does have a compassionate side to her though, and likes doing little things to show how she feels about her friends and loved ones where words would fail to describe how she feels for them. The saying actions speak louder than words is very much in tuned with how she behaves as she is not one who is very expressive when it comes to her feelings. Family History/Backstory Ruby Han was born on November 22 2002 in Los Angeles to Richard and Rachel Han. She is the couple's only child and was raised with as much love and affection as the couple could provide. When she was six, her mother fell gravely ill and became bedridden with complications from lingering illness she had been combating ever since childbirth. She eventually lose the battle her sickness and passed away two years later when Ruby was just a tender young age of eight. Richard fell into a period of grief as he had loved his wife with all his heart and found it difficult to accept the fact that his childhood sweetheart was no longer in his heart after more than fifteen years of being together. Tired of being in the city he grew up and met his wife in, he made the decision to move to Everbrook to escape the painful memories of remaining in California. The inheritance of his late younger brother's home in the quiet town had remained unsettled for quite some time now, and Richard took the opportunity to settle the matter by moving into the now vacant home. Ruby did not know much about her uncle George, and she did not see him often. The two of them had only met twice, the most recent being his visit to her mother's funeral. From what she knew, he was a simple and introverted man who did not marry and had no children and mostly kept to himself in his home. Moving into Everbrook seemed to be the right decision as it allowed Richard to start a new and began picking himself up. He raised his daughter with all the love he could give and more and the father-and-daughter pair were very close and shared just about everything with one another. Raising a child as a single parent is never easy, and Ruby does all she can to help her father out with the household chores and working part time jobs to supplement the family's income. She does all sorts of odd jobs for her neighbours and just about anyone in town. Highly active and involved, just about everyone in the neighbourhood knows her well and welcomes her energetic and cheerful smile whenever she greets them while roaming around on her bike. Other Info * She rides her bike everywhere in town, and is her main mode of transport. She ocassionally takes the bus. * She is fluent in both English and Korean. * Her fathers work as the manager of the local supermarket. * She is a part-time pizza chef at the local pizzeria. She has been there for nearly six months now. She also does all kinds of simple odd jobs like cutting grass and delivering milk and newspaper. * Loves eating and enjoys most types of cuisine. * Loves cooking and singing in her free time.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s>	<\|message\|>Ruby Han Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s>
<\|description\|>Astrid Evans Age 17 Place of Residence 101 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits Captain Planet: Much like the anti-pollution 90's superhero, Astrid is a child both of and for the planet. It might come off as obnoxious or just a phase to most adults, but she tries to leave the smallest carbon footprint that she can. Her behavior lends itself well to varying ecofriendly and animal right agencies and clubs around her. Chameleon: Astrid is great at blending in with any kind of crowd, she changes her 'skin' aka her personality based on what people she interacts with or trying to impress. Her talent for fraud and theatre only help to bolster her eccentric behavior. For the People: Despite being from a family line surrounded by wealth, the finer things in life never appealed to Astrid if at all. Rather than being caught at a country club or the white-collar version of a séance, Astrid most of the time found herself hanging around Courtland street with those who had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Lock Box: If there was one flaw that stuck out the most, it was definitely how locked away she kept her actual emotions. With enough rehearsal and the perfect poker face her inner self was practically impregnable from outside hands. Family History/Backstory Ever since being born and raised in Everbrook she's wanted to live elsewhere, now it wasn't for the lack of trying that she couldn't get out but moreso a series of unfortunate events. Having been one of the more established names in the quaint town in Maine, there was practically a massive tether attached to mind, body, and soul to young Astrid so she could keep the name and wealth going. All of this was a bit excessive for the developing mind of a young girl, so it was shelved for later down the road. Her parents, like most parents in the area were happily married and dedicated to their heir. Unlike most upper class crust her parents didn't come with the less scrupulous traits of the haughty rich. Both of them worked for their wealth even having had the family's wealth as a safety net (it was more akin to a safety castle, but you get the idea) In what did they work you ask? Well they were both morticians and damn good ones at that. The Evans on their own dime had set up their own funeral home in town and slowly gained traction over the years until they made it to the top. Of course, no parent would want that intermingling with the lives of their children so like everything else it was locked away until she could face it. Little did she know, Astrid would have to face it much sooner rather than later. It wasn't until middle school than she had found out her mother had developed breast cancer. And despite a three-year long war with the cancer in the end it won out the battle of attrition. The experience of that left a lasting impression on the impressionable Astrid, especially when facing her mom during the wake when the parlor that housed her was the same office, she spent countless hours with her mother and father while they attended their business. Astrid bided her time in Everbrook until it was finally senior year where she thought college would finally be an escape, but tour after tour and letter after letter either got cancelled or returned to sender. The grip of the other side felt like it was tightening its grip around her neck, why couldn't she just leave? Other Info * The Evans Estate and Wealth originate from a long line of fisherman turned to fish enterprise with the collection, selling, and competing of anything fish related. * Astrid works part-time at her parents Funeral Home when she's not in school. While she doesn't tend to the bodies she does tend to nicer things like floral arrangements and receiving calls. * Astrid drives a Honda XR600 that passed down to her from her father when he first owned it. She prefers two wheels and the vintage look over anything driven around her.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s> <\|message\|>Ruby Han --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library --- Ruby was parking her bike at the remaining unoccupied bike stands when she heard her name being mentioned. You would think that being so early in the vacation, the town's only library would be relatively empty, but no, there seemed to be sizeable crowd already gathering at the library, and perhaps, just perhaps, it being the town's only library had something to do with it. That was most probably the reason unless everyone here today had the same thoughts of her. Since when did people come so early in the vacation to the library anyway? She turned around to find out who the owner of the voice was, and found it to be none other than Astrid Evans. At least that would who she would be, if she managed to get her name right. She didn't exactly know the girl well, but Ruby was at least 85% sure that the dark-haired girl is indeed Astrid Evans. The one with the Funeral home. Yep, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was that she had gotten the other girl's identity right. "Yup. I'm Ruby. You're Astrid right?" Finishing up with parking her bike, she spoke up once more. "Here to return some books? I am." She gestured towards her deformed backpack. "More than some actually." Not delaying any longer, Ruby entered the library and ended towards the bookdrop area and emptied the contents of her backpack, temporarily freeing herself of the burden she had been carrying. She was just about to head towards the Mystery section of the library when she saw William heading towards the front of the library with what looked like an apprehensive and slightly worried expression on his face. At least that was what she thought it looked like. He mentioned something about it getting really cold all of a sudden, and then realization dawned onto her. It was definitely a whole lot colder than it usually was. "It most certainly is. Now that you mention it, I don't remember it ever being this cold before." Will wasn't the only one that jumped when the loud slams came from the back of the library. Loud sounds tend to frightened her, and she too jumped, giving her a good fright.</s>	<\|message\|>Astrid Evans Sometimes Astrid wondered how people could be naturally pretty. While they had not had much in the way of a friendship or fleeting acquaintanceship, she knew her enough to notice her in passing. It also helped that the town so small insuring that Astrid almost had to notice Ruby Han's fathers' picture in the local supermarket showcasing that he was the manager of their humble grocery operation. "Yeah, at least the last time I checked. Although nowadays I wouldn't mind being anyone else that doesn't live here. It's like this town is preventing me from leaving and not just because of the quarantine." Astrid didn't really know why she was venting her frustrations to a girl she barely knew, but she always felt comfortable around people she didn't know and that weren't from Everbrook circle. The unintentional or intentional yoda reference made her giggle in what was otherwise dreary day in a string of dreary days. "I didn't know you studied that much or that someone could study that much. If you need any help lugging those around, I can help you. By the way, do you know why the parking lot is so crowded? I expected it to be busy but not this much." Her confusion was only further mounted as they made their way inside and she caught the sight of not one, but several of her peers from Everbrook high in attendance. "What is going on here?" she pondered in her head, her tongue jabbing the insides of her cheek. It kind of felt like the breakfast club with all of them meeting up so conveniently like this especially with the several stereotypes surround them. There was William the bible thumper, Walter the class clown, Abbie the mean girl, and even your resident jock. Distracted by the crowd she hadn't noticed Ruby had left her side, until the crippling cold waved over her like a blanket. It was suffocating to say the least. The cold instantly reminded her of the funeral home, the morgue more specifically. The same cold she felt when she held her moms' hand for the last time at the wake. It was a feeling that she no longer wished to feel and so her body instinctively reacted by crossing her arms and rubbing her biceps. Without stating the obvious she tried to be more transparent in her questions than William, "Why is everyone here in the first place?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriela Mendez Age 16 Place of Residence 144 Courtland Street Personality Traits Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time. Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators. Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood. Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in. Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with. Family History/Backstory Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana Father: Martin Mendez Brother: Jeffrey Mendez Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine. Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls. Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible. Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her. Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea. Other Info * Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town. * Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock. * Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting. * Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator. * Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "You sound crazy." Abbie sighed, as she listened to everyone recounting their experiences. Cancelled plane tickets, broken vans, and teleporting bikes. It all sounded like nonsense, even with Will's paranoid dead sister recounting the same wild story he did. Everything everyone said could be explained away. Gabi was poor, Will was delusional and probably sick in the head, and the pandemic wasn't even officially officially over so of course things got canceled. Thinking weird shit was real was something people who were always going to be stuck in this town thought about, and Will was the exact type of person to try to push something like this. His sister's death had made him even weirder than he already was--and he was pretty frickin' weird. "Just because the ferry's out or whatever doesn't mean shit. Personally, I think you have brain worms. But yeah, I agree that we need to get out of here. The faster I'm out of this stupid library the better."</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Old Room. May 28th 2020. --- "You sound crazy." Of course, he sounded crazy. He felt crazy. But there was one thing that made him feel that he wasn't simply losing his mind. He gripped Sarah's notebook in his hand. "I know I sound nuts. And I don't care if you believe me or not." He stood up, looking towards the door of the room. "But my sister was worried about something before she died. I'm going to find out what it was, and maybe find out why she and those others killed themselves." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and slowly looked at the others gathered in the room. "You guys don't have to believe me either. I'm used to it. But I want to find out what happened to Sarah." He pushed past the others, and walked out of the room. The Prescott girl...her family ran the whole damn town. He wondered if her family knew more about the things that went on than they let on, but he had no place to question or argue, especially with one of the social royalty of town.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Stacks/Old Room --- "You sound crazy." Jess cringed a bit at that one, the comment while sighed still seemed too direct and to the point. Sure, she herself was skeptical of the idea that something supernatural was happening but flat out calling someone crazy was a bit harsh. She couldn't really say anything though as she didn't even know these people and maybe the two didn't get along. Will seemed to be the outcast after all and if the girl was in with the popular loop it would make sense that they might not get along. Still, she really should have tried to consider the boy's feelings a bit more though that was unlikely since the added words to her previous statement weren't much better. This all suddenly seemed unbearably awkward and Jess worried about how the boy before them might react. Honestly, he had taken it in stride with the words he first spoke but his body language said differently. The tight grip and the eyes glancing to the door as if wanting to escape spoke volumes that the girl's words had probably hurt him after all but it was the continuation of his initial statement that sent Jess reeling. Died? She felt her stomach drop instantly before twisting in knots at that. She had thought he was being the defending brother, not someone lost and looking for answers about his own sister. It made it even worse to hear that she had taken her own life and apparently, she was not the only one to do so. It made her think of her own mother's death and how she had been desperately trying to find answers after it happened, trying to look back for any signs that she might have missed, anything that she should have done differently. She knew that stinging pain and her heart went out to him in understanding. Jess barely registered when he spoke to the rest of the group as she had been lost in the past but there was no missing when he brushed past them. She bit the inside of her cheek slightly, telling herself not to ask the other girl if it was really necessary to have said those things as nothing good would come of it. Instead, she turned heel and exited the dusty room. It was creepy as hell in there and that was not the type of history she had been wanting to find. What kind of town was this?! One thing was for sure, it felt wrong to let Will leave like this. It was probably gonna be a wild goose but if it helped him get closure then why not? She had nothing better to do and maybe she would learn more hearing from someone or multiple people who lived there then in these books."Will! Wait up!", she called, working to catch up with him.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s>
<\|description\|>Gabriela Mendez Age 16 Place of Residence 144 Courtland Street Personality Traits Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time. Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators. Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood. Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in. Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with. Family History/Backstory Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana Father: Martin Mendez Brother: Jeffrey Mendez Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine. Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls. Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible. Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her. Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea. Other Info * Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town. * Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock. * Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting. * Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator. * Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?" The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie. He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 --- Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea. The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Court Street. May 28th 2020. --- Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here? Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- "I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?" It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history. "You're paying for gas, wherever it is."</s>	<\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez An old, abandoned mineshaft? Yeah, that sounded safe. A billion things could go wrong there. Without anyone else knowing where they were, if the entrance happened to collapse or if one of them fell down some old vertical tunnel, there would be nothing they could do. Hell, if some toxic gases had collected there, they may not have even realized they were fucked before they all started dropping. So yeah, of course she was in. "Ey, fuck it, right? If it helps ya get some answers, I'm in," Gabi answered with a quick thumbs up. "What's the worst that could happen if we gear up first, yeah?" She looked at Jess, supporting the notion to be prepared before diving right in. Gabi wasn't one to exactly turn down a potentially stupid situation, but she wasn't so shortsighted as to run right into a deathtrap without a bit of security first. Even if it was just a rope to mark the path they took and find the exit, that was better than nothing. She quickly nabbed her bike from the rack outside the library as well, stowing the shitty lock in a pocket for now. She walked it over to where Will and Abbie were chatting. "Sooo...Either of ya ever been in a cave before? Gonna be new to me," She idly asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Asélie Cadieux Age Sixteen Place of Residence 115 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Some might see Asélie as someone who is brash and obnoxious. Others might see her as one of the "cool kids" of Everbook High. Both viewpoints have some truth to them. Delinquent: Asélie has always been quite the troublemaker since before the move to Everbrook. She's the type to freely skip school, ride her skateboard where she isn't allowed, and maybe smoke a little weed on the side. You only have one childhood; there isn't a need to be boggled down by rules yet. Outspoken: Kind of a hot head, Asélie doesn't mince her words and says whatever is on her mind. This often leads to her getting into arguments and fights, some of which have been physical. Family History/Backstory The Cadieux family were planned to be a temporary addition to Everbrook, Maine, having moved to the city from Montreal, Canada following Étienne Cadieux's promotion to oversee company investments within the state. Whilst her father saw it as a chance to do good for his nuisance-causing daughter, Asélie, on the other hand, saw it as betrayal. Sure, her parents may have been getting complaints about her skateboarding and loud music, but Montreal was all Asélie knew. Her popularity, friends and connections—she'd have to give it all up in favor for a no-name city where she had nothing. Begrudgingly, Asélie accepted the move, but the damage had already been done, furthering the divide between parent and child. Abusing her status as the new "foreign kid", Asélie began to lash out at her parents in the only way she knew—staying out past curfew, partying with her classmates, and being a general terror to the neighborhood—until her father's work or her parents brought them back to Montreal. It never did. Now, almost three years later, Asélie is running out of steam, and in turn growing acquiescent with her new life as her father seems to continuously find work to do. She would still much prefer going back to Montreal, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give Everbrook a chance. Other Info * Asélie's mother tongue is French, with English as a second language. No matter what language Asélie speaks, however, she still has a distinct Quebec accent. * Unlike most teenagers, Asélie does not have a driver's license as she hasn't gone through the steps a foreigner would need in order to drive in the US. Nothing compares to riding a skateboard against the wind, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| Entrance --- Once her gaze was pulled away from the stacks of books, it would be an understatement to say she was surprised at being met with multiple people her age all converged near the entrance or just entering the library. When she stumbled upon the fact that the building was the library, she figured it would be practically empty except for maybe one or two people, other than the employees of course but still a lot less crowded than this. It made her wonder if there was some kind of project she had missed or something cause why would any come to the library during summer? Okay, yes, she was here but that was more of a coincidence since she was exploring while the others should be out and about to have fun with friends, unless this is what people did to hang out in this town? That would be a little odd, not that she didn't love books but it seemed like a horrible hang out idea with the needing to be quiet aspect but then again, the girl behind the counter looked as though a bomb could go off in here and she wouldn't have noticed. She decided it wasn't any of her business and decided to find the history section or maybe a bulletin board and hope there was a map layout since she doubted the so-called 'librarian' would be less than helpful. Jess was just about to walk away when she suddenly felt like she had been doused in ice water, only slightly more pleasant given that she wasn't sopping wet but it still froze her in place nonetheless. Shivers ran up her spine, her hair stood on end, and goosebumps crawled up her arms at the sudden shift in temperature. She looked up, honestly expecting a large vent to be above her but she saw nothing. It was about that time that one of the boys asked 'did it just get really cold in here' to which she would have answered had it not been done by multiple other people. Honestly, she kind of felt like she had suddenly been thrown in one of those cliche horror movies where you start to see your own breath just before things start flying around. It was probably the old aesthetic of the place that gave her that image but she wanted to chuckle a bit at letting her mind get away from her. It was a library, what was the worst that could happen? She wished she hadn't thought that though as an astounding slam came from the back of the library before the sound of a creaking of a door opening echoed loudly, making her nerves on edge and she would have been shocked if someone said she didn't flinch. It felt awkward, just standing here while everyone who obviously knew each other or about each other chatted. Jess decided to busy herself, tucking her skates into her pack and getting it reorganized as to keep her hands busy. She had found out at least some information though just by being there. One of the boys being part of the football team and the other one that spoke up first was named Will. Someone, she assumed one of the other girls asked what everyone was doing here which was a valid question but not one that anyone seemed keen on answering. Instead, most seemed focused on Will. At least, that is what she could assume with the asking if he was alright, as though he had seen a ghost and another in a most smart-ass joking manner about how it hadn't been 'active' for a hundred years...whatever that meant. Probably some kind of history that she was unclear about but it was pretty clear that Will obviously believed in ghosts and it was made to poke a bit of fun. Jess got a feeling that he was one of those odd one out kind of people but nice as some of the people around seemed to care. She stood up again, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she did. She debated just moving away from the group, continuing on with her plan but she found herself instead following after the two boys. "Well, I was basically poking around town anyway, so might as well make this trip interesting." When she did catch up to the two boys, they were standing in front of a closed door. The football player trying to ease Will away from the door which had her raising an eyebrow. Sure, some strange shit had happened but it wasn't anything that couldn't be explained and if it was ghosts then who wouldn't want to find out why they were being responsive. Didn't they usually have like unfinished business or something and tried to reach out for help or whatever? Not all ghosts were friendly in the movies but cold air and opening doors hardly seemed something to fear. She brushed past both of them, not hesitating as she made her way towards the door. It wasn't like the ghosts, if there were any, were going to respond in words since they hadn't so far. They had been keeping doors shut and things from moving if what Will said was to be believed and not just the signs of a building falling apart so why start now? It was all creep even if it was just the building falling to ruin but might as well keep an open mind on these things. She had no background history to go off of but she had heard some crazy legends in her time with all the moves she had done. "Why not try the polite approach?", Jess asked before doing a 'shave and a haircut' knock on the door. Obviously, the 'two bits' wasn't going to be answered but it was still fun to do. "So someone want to do the honors or should I?", she asked, leaning against the wall next to the door. She wasn't afraid of a closed door and honestly, it wasn't all that creepy what had happened so far. Strange, yes, but you had to face things head on and deal with them or what was the point. If you shy away from everything, then were you really living?</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- Finding herself stylishly late to the budding scene, Gabi furrowed her brow a bit when she saw just how many kids were heading into the old library. Sure, it wasn't weird for a library to be busy, but to attract so much attention so soon after the quarantine lifted? Shit, man, those late fees must've been brutal. She deftly avoided the pillars holding up the second floor balcony, slowing her bike down to a crawl once on the porch. Her first target was a bike rack that had been pretty haphazardly bolted into the floor near the main entrance. Gabi didn't have any books to return or DVDs to rent, and by all means could've just plopped on one of the seats and mooched the Wi-Fi from there, but part of her was curious. Maybe there had been some event announced at the library that she'd just happened to miss? Definitely worth checking, she thought. Not like there was much better to do if her call still wouldn't go through here. Gabi secured her bike to the rack, nestling the front tire between two metal bars just barely wide enough to accommodate it. Her lock was a pretty cheap, number-locked belt that wouldn't stand up to a good pocket knife, but she felt better looping it through the wheel to keep it at least somewhat more secure than just dumping it out front. She doubted anyone would really want to steal her bike, given it was a bit schlubby, what with its flaking paint and function-over-form design. But damn if she really didn't want to lose it. It was hers. Her cycle now "secured," Gabi let herself in and immediately plucked her phone from her pocket. Cracked lens and slightly scuffed screen protector aside, the thing worked as well as a phone a few generations behind could in the era of designed obsolescence. A spike of lag hit as it searched for open signals to connect to. Most of them were locked, naturally - a connection for library guests, one for the staff, some would-be comedian's poorly-named hotspot - but her card let her sign in to the first one. "Alright, alright, let's go," she mumbled to herself, watching the connection struggle to form. Just when it seemed like it was about to work, though, a sudden wave of cold hit her. It was like someone had dumped an ice cube down the back of her shirt, and she uncomfortably squirmed in turn. "The fuck?" She asked, mostly to herself. A quick spin around proved nobody had actually been behind her to do anything of the sort. She knew the place had pretty shitty airflow, but something like that was far too distinct to merely be the AC being wonky. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed uncomfortably. "So, uh," She spoke aloud, a bit more directly to the others. "Y'all feel that too, or..?" The atmosphere of the room already seemed disquieted. One of the kids - Will, she thought? - seemed to have already gone into full on white-guy-in-a-horror-movie mode, going down the needlessly creepy staircase on the other end of the room. She checked her phone to see if the connection had gone through. To little surprise, it hadn't. "Fuck," She huffed, locking the screen and stuffing the thing back into her pocket. "So much for that. Sorry, grandpa." Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she made her way closer to the group and peeked down the stairs, not quite willing to take a step down just yet. Shit, if anywhere in Everbrook was haunted, the library was a good contender - and she wasn't about to have her afternoon ruined by a wayward spirit. Not when she still had Luigi's to go to.</s>	<\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Will. Asélie repeated in her head, making a mental note for later. By then, more and more kids had begun to realize the temperature change, each with own thoughts and opinions on the matter. What they had to say, however, wasn't of much interest to Asélie, who was more intrigued by Will. It had only been a few years since they had moved to Everbrook, but even she was highly aware of the weirdo that Will was. Being an anti-social dork and having an obsession with the supernatural often painted a target on his back, and though Asélie wasn't going to mug Will for his lunch money like the jocks did, she found his hobbies amusing. After all, ghosts and the like were purely fictional—just something to sell Halloween costumes in October or make for cheap laughs at someone else's horror. By the looks of it, however, not many seemed to agree with her, instead being either highly interested or terrified of what could be down the staircase. "Look, Will, I highly doubt that you're going to find some spooky ghost hiding in the basement," Asélie asked, as a girl, one she didn't quite know, knocked on the door. "But I figured someone like you would at least know that the first ones to investigate are always the first to go in the movies. Which speaking of movies, why don't we all go see the one Danny mentioned instead? I'd rather not hang around an old library for longer than I need to on the first day of summer." Though Asélie hoped everyone would accept her offer (seeing movies by yourself was a boring and sad experience), a part of her was certain that some of them wouldn't. Will seemed keen on finding his next big supernatural experience alongside a few others that had been poking around the stairwell. Oh well; it would be their loss. At least she wouldn't be wasting her summer away investigating something that simply didn't exist or be around for when Jenny or some other library employee yelled at them for loitering by the basement entrance. "Well? Are you guys coming or not?"</s>
<\|description\|>Asélie Cadieux Age Sixteen Place of Residence 115 Applen Avenue Personality Traits Some might see Asélie as someone who is brash and obnoxious. Others might see her as one of the "cool kids" of Everbook High. Both viewpoints have some truth to them. Delinquent: Asélie has always been quite the troublemaker since before the move to Everbrook. She's the type to freely skip school, ride her skateboard where she isn't allowed, and maybe smoke a little weed on the side. You only have one childhood; there isn't a need to be boggled down by rules yet. Outspoken: Kind of a hot head, Asélie doesn't mince her words and says whatever is on her mind. This often leads to her getting into arguments and fights, some of which have been physical. Family History/Backstory The Cadieux family were planned to be a temporary addition to Everbrook, Maine, having moved to the city from Montreal, Canada following Étienne Cadieux's promotion to oversee company investments within the state. Whilst her father saw it as a chance to do good for his nuisance-causing daughter, Asélie, on the other hand, saw it as betrayal. Sure, her parents may have been getting complaints about her skateboarding and loud music, but Montreal was all Asélie knew. Her popularity, friends and connections—she'd have to give it all up in favor for a no-name city where she had nothing. Begrudgingly, Asélie accepted the move, but the damage had already been done, furthering the divide between parent and child. Abusing her status as the new "foreign kid", Asélie began to lash out at her parents in the only way she knew—staying out past curfew, partying with her classmates, and being a general terror to the neighborhood—until her father's work or her parents brought them back to Montreal. It never did. Now, almost three years later, Asélie is running out of steam, and in turn growing acquiescent with her new life as her father seems to continuously find work to do. She would still much prefer going back to Montreal, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give Everbrook a chance. Other Info * Asélie's mother tongue is French, with English as a second language. No matter what language Asélie speaks, however, she still has a distinct Quebec accent. * Unlike most teenagers, Asélie does not have a driver's license as she hasn't gone through the steps a foreigner would need in order to drive in the US. Nothing compares to riding a skateboard against the wind, anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s>	<\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out." Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone. "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"</s>
<\|description\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Age 16 Place of Residence 242 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits One has to spend just half an hour with Amy to see that she is the typical "good girl" type. Amazing grades, respectful, and always does her best to avoid any sort of confrontation. Growing up, Amy was disciplined as a young child, and thus she's knowledgeable enough to know when there's trouble and more importantly, how to avoid it. As an only child, her parents made sure she wasn't the least bit spoiled unless she deserved to be. Amy loves to have a good time around her close group of friends. They will sometimes encourage her to drink or do whatever any teenager in a small town usually does to occupy time, but she always turns them down. They don't treat her any differently nor does the relationship with one another changes. Around strangers, however, Amy usually listens more so than she speaks. She's a bit shy around people she doesn't know very well and it takes some time for her to open up to them. With that said, the girl does have her flaws. She naturally sees the good in people which leads her to misjudge their true intentions. She's gotten in trouble a few times as she's been suckered into being part of minor illegal activities due to her naivety, and that's something she knows she has to work on. Family History/Backstory Amy and her parents moved to town from London a few years ago to care for her grandmother's health. She has a couple of family members from her mother's side living in Everbrook. Her father, on the other hand, was raised in England and has most of his family there or back in India. Due to her loved ones being spread out throughout the globe, Amy has had a chance to travel quite a bit despite her young age. Money isn't an issue as Amy's father is a surgeon and her mother's an attorney. Despite being able to buy practically anything she wants, Amy much prefers to spend money on activities as well as her hobbies. She loves music and has a grand piano in one of the rooms in her house which she uses nearly every week both during her private lessons and on her free time. Aside from being able to play the keyboard, Amy also loves to swim. Her home has an indoor pool, and albeit not all that big, she uses it to stay somewhat in shape. She's been told she could try out for the high school team, but she's turned down the offer as she'd much rather focus on her academics. All in all, Amy doesn't mind the small-town life, but she certainly misses her life in London. She wants to spend the summer there with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. She's definitely excited as they're going to travel to Australia as well for a couple of weeks, the one place she's been wanting to visit but has never had the chance to go to. Other Info Some days, Amy tutors after school. She's flexible and she makes home visits, so she has a good clientele. Her Tesla Model 3 is not at all extravagant compared to what some of the kids on her block drive if they're licensed, but her friends who aren't exactly wealthy always love asking her for a ride.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Entrance, May 28th 2020. --- Two things surprised Will as he entered the library: the first was there were a lot of people his age coming to the library at the end of the month. Probably to return books or check out a DVD to watch, nothing too strange. What was weird to him that apart from Jenny Emerson, the Mayor's youngest daughter who interned at the library, the place seemed devoid of anyone else. Jenny was busy with her left arm cradling her cheek as she listlessly watched a Netflix show on her laptop. Will wondered if he could just walk off with half the furniture before the girl noticed anything. Still, messing with a stuck-up senior like her wasn't something Will did. Not that he did much of anything. He barely had any friends besides Kim Wilson and Barry Wang, and they only really talked in school. This was how it had always been, and how he expected it to always continue. It was why he needed to get out of this fucking town, away from his parent's constant arguing, away from the small-town small-mindedness, and away from the memory of Sarah, constantly following him around like a creepy reminder that the dead never come back. The library was stuffy, like always. Poor ventilation even after the huge refurbishment 15 years ago meant that the less-open areas like the book stacks were stifling at times in the summer. At least today's high temperature was going to be 72 degrees Fahrenheit, a nice comfortable temperature. Meaning that with any luck, the stacks would only get up to around 80. Not that Will needed to spend too much time walking around the stacks, he already knew where he was going: Mystery and Horror. The section was deeper in the stacks, as the Young Adult Fiction and Romance sections were the most well-traveled. There was always a demand for The Hunger Games or Fifty Shades of Gray from bored students to sex-deprived housewives. The DVD section was also near the front; showcasing a lackluster mix of classic films and the previous year's blockbusters. Most of the popular stuff, the Marvel movies, action flicks, and your teen romances, they'd get rented out in a flash and you'd never get a chance to borrow a copy. The only good DVD in Will's opinion was the Masters of Horror collection, something that he and his sister had watched when he was still quite young. The horror section wasn't even on the first floor of the library and instead was on the lower level of the stacks, in the basement. This was always nice since it was a good five degrees colder in the basement year-round, meaning that you never sweated your ass off searching for a good copy of Poe or Lovecraft. The basement was one of the few sections of the library that had been spared in the extreme refurbishment of 2005. The stone walls were original to the old courthouse, and there was always an air of tension down there that the first floor lacked. Will walked to the door leading to the library's staircase, to find that it wouldn't budge. He didn't see a key to lock the door either. Was something wedged in the door to keep it from opening? There was still the elevator. The librarians loaded their book carts onto the elevator to move between floors; the children's library on the second floor, the main floor, and the basement. Even though it was reserved for staff, Will felt that if a door was jammed, that constituted enough need to try it. Plus talking to Jenny Emerson was like having your teeth pulled for as many "likes" as she added to every sentence she spoke. He'd rather do things alone. He walked around to the other side of the first floor, as more people his age filed in. He recognized some; he'd seen them at school or shared a class with them. There was the rich girl, Abbie Prescott. He'd never really spoken to her, even if they'd had classes together. He recognized another girl. Her name was something to do with a gem. Emerald? Diamond? Ruby? Something like that. The gem girl was talking to another one of the school's rich kids. Astrid something or another. Family-owned most of the local fisheries on the coast. There was that redhead girl from Canada, talking to Danny, the football guy. Will had never really had any run-ins with the football team, and Danny seemed nice enough. But it wasn't like he'd had a huge amount of trust for anyone around town. Another underclassman had also walked in. He didn't know her name but the fact that anyone of mixed heritage stuck out like a sore thumb in the mostly-white city was enough to make her memorable. There was the British underclassman. She'd gotten a lot of attention for her accent. And probably a lot of annoying comments about sounding like she belonged in the Harry Potter movies. He'd recognized nearly everyone at the library, either on their way in or being inside now. They all went to the same school after all. But he didn't recognize one person, the blonde girl holding a pair of rollerblades.Who the hell rollerblades anymore? Was she new? Did she just arrive? It made his theory of being trapped in town feel a little less weighty. He noticed another familiar figure making their way towards the doorway as well: Walter Dawson. He'd never talked to the guy, but he knew him all the same. Fifth-year senior, class clown. It seemed nice enough. Still, this was no time for talking, especially not to people he knew. He felt a well of anxiety build as teenagers his age were all here. That voice in the back of his head, reminding him that he was weird and had a dead sister and was probably seen as a creep echoed around in the chamber of his mind, and he quickly made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button, but it didn't light up. No sound, no nothing. "Seriously?" He muttered to himself. Was everything out of order or broken in this damn library? He steeled himself because NOW he had to talk to the Emerson girl about getting into the basement. --- Background Music --- Walking back into the front of the library, everything felt colder. It was like the air conditioning was on full blast and then some. He shivered slightly, looking around the room, before musing out-loud, "Did it just get really cold in here?" Jenny Emerson couldn't hear anything and didn't seem bothered by the air. It was what followed that made him jump, and made the hairs on his arms stand up. A loud slam came from the back of the library, and the loud creaking sound of a door opening up. The cold air was starting to get a bit stifling now.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- Contrary to what Asélie had expected, the local library had been buzzing with activity as she wheeled her skateboard towards the building. Cars and bikes lined the library exterior, sometimes with faces Asélie recognized from her short career at Everbrook High; faces she expected to be out riding their bikes to the park for a game of baseball or to some other place that teenagers would hang out in a boring town like Everbrook. They all had three months to do whatever they wanted after all the bullshit they put up with, and everyone wanted to visit the library? "Talk about old-fashioned," Asélie uttered, out loud and to no one in particular. Stopping momentarily to hop off her board (she didn't want to be yelled at again for riding her skateboard inside the library), Asélie walked up to the front steps of the building, and was greeted by one of the many familiar faces she had recognized seconds ago. "Seems today is full of surprises. I hadn't expected Everbrook High's star wide receiver to be a man of the books." Asélie smiled back, tossing a friendly jab at Danny as he held the door open for her. "So, how about that football season, huh? Sucks that it was canceled because of quarantine." Asélie commented as she walked inside digging through her bag for the books she needed to return. She didn't particularly care about American football, instead being sucked into the Canadian craze of ice hockey and lacrosse because of her Quebecois roots and—though she would rather die than admit it—her parents, some small talk wouldn't hurt anyone. "I'm sure the Everbrook Grizzlies will be the regional champs next season, though." As she pulled the library books from her school bag, however, their conversation, and seemingly everyone else's, was suddenly interrupted by someone who said "fuck off" to the old adage of being quiet in the library and announced himself to everyone that had been in the front of the building. "Cold? I guess it's a little cold in here. But more importantly, Bill? Will? You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?" She asked, paying little heed to the door slam and creaking—old buildings always had old building issues from wear and tear.</s>	<\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked. It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes. Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice. The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise. "What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.</s>
<\|description\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Age 16 Place of Residence 242 Everbrook Circle Personality Traits One has to spend just half an hour with Amy to see that she is the typical "good girl" type. Amazing grades, respectful, and always does her best to avoid any sort of confrontation. Growing up, Amy was disciplined as a young child, and thus she's knowledgeable enough to know when there's trouble and more importantly, how to avoid it. As an only child, her parents made sure she wasn't the least bit spoiled unless she deserved to be. Amy loves to have a good time around her close group of friends. They will sometimes encourage her to drink or do whatever any teenager in a small town usually does to occupy time, but she always turns them down. They don't treat her any differently nor does the relationship with one another changes. Around strangers, however, Amy usually listens more so than she speaks. She's a bit shy around people she doesn't know very well and it takes some time for her to open up to them. With that said, the girl does have her flaws. She naturally sees the good in people which leads her to misjudge their true intentions. She's gotten in trouble a few times as she's been suckered into being part of minor illegal activities due to her naivety, and that's something she knows she has to work on. Family History/Backstory Amy and her parents moved to town from London a few years ago to care for her grandmother's health. She has a couple of family members from her mother's side living in Everbrook. Her father, on the other hand, was raised in England and has most of his family there or back in India. Due to her loved ones being spread out throughout the globe, Amy has had a chance to travel quite a bit despite her young age. Money isn't an issue as Amy's father is a surgeon and her mother's an attorney. Despite being able to buy practically anything she wants, Amy much prefers to spend money on activities as well as her hobbies. She loves music and has a grand piano in one of the rooms in her house which she uses nearly every week both during her private lessons and on her free time. Aside from being able to play the keyboard, Amy also loves to swim. Her home has an indoor pool, and albeit not all that big, she uses it to stay somewhat in shape. She's been told she could try out for the high school team, but she's turned down the offer as she'd much rather focus on her academics. All in all, Amy doesn't mind the small-town life, but she certainly misses her life in London. She wants to spend the summer there with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. She's definitely excited as they're going to travel to Australia as well for a couple of weeks, the one place she's been wanting to visit but has never had the chance to go to. Other Info Some days, Amy tutors after school. She's flexible and she makes home visits, so she has a good clientele. Her Tesla Model 3 is not at all extravagant compared to what some of the kids on her block drive if they're licensed, but her friends who aren't exactly wealthy always love asking her for a ride.</s> <\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" --- "Yes, we can help!" Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included. "Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this." Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.</s> <\|message\|>Asélie Cadieux --- Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library Date: May 28th, 2020 --- "Well, I wouldn't exactly call this a mystery." Asélie replied, skeptical to the core, to Amira. All and all, it was crazy talk, like the blonde suggested. So what if Will found his sister's journal, or that they were having trouble leaving town? The world had been experiencing a pandemic; of course people would experience difficulties in getting around with everything being shut down or delayed. Sure, Asélie had been practically begging her parents to move back to Canada, but making it out to be some sort of supernatural issue was scoff-worthy. To Asélie, the only thing even remotely spooky about all of this was learning that Will's sister, Sarah, had killed herself. "Tu me prends pour un poisson," She commented in reply but to no one in particular. "But whatever. It's something to do, I guess." Leaning her skateboard against her shoulder, Asélie walked over to the return box for library material and deposited her items that needed to be returned before following Will and the two girls out of the room.</s> <\|message\|>Gabriela Mendez --- "Fuck, man..." Gabi huffed. Of anyone present, she thought she should have been the one to believe Will without hesitance. But on some level, for some reason, she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the supernatural. In some form, there had to be something more out there. There was just too much weirdness in the world to fully explain away. For fuck's sake, she'd been bigfoot hunting. Maine wasn't even really peak sasquatch country. Maybe on some level, she realized it would have been a wild goose chase rather than a wild ape chase, but she still had some faith in the concept. So why wasn't she sold on this? Why, when confronted with something possibly paranormal, did she find herself doubting? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe if this wasn't so raw and personal, she might have been more open to it. Some long-forgotten local legend that would lead to a night in some abandoned cabin talking to nobody, trying to contact the spirits of the departed through some culturally appropriated board game might have been an instant in, but the fact that it was Will's sister was throwing her off. Grief was a hell of a thing. Logic and clear thought became foggy in its wake, and when it came crashing down on someone's psyche, it could make them believe in truly crazy stuff. But dammit, if Will needed anything, it was a bit of support. Gabi ran her fingers through her hair and let out another anxious breath, then started after him and Amira. Up the stairs, and mercifully out of the creepy old archive room, she hurried her pace to catch up. "Hey. I know I don't know ya too much, but I'm in. Doin' this alone's no way to deal with this, yeah?" She offered, giving the two a tight-lipped smile. There was a definite aura of sympathy in the action, but part of her worried it might have been misconstrued as overtly pitiful. She agreed with Amira's suggestion of a plan. A passionate moment and a desire for truth could well have sent them on a dead ended path. "Yeah, yeah, for sure. Whaddaya think? Anywhere ya think we should check out first?"</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbie" Prescott --- Had she been too harsh? It was a thought that entered Abbie's mind after Will stomped off rambling how he knew how he sounded and how he didn't care if she believed him or not. The other kids that Will had convinced to come check out the old library room with him seemed more sympathetic and it made Abbie, if only for a moment, to think like she was the crazy one. Despite the fact she didn't believe Will's story about the bridge or the park, she had to admit, albeit quietly to herself, that some of the stories they were sharing did hint at something being off. She could explain away Gabi's van problems or her own travel issues. Everything didn't suddenly go back to normal after half-of-a-year of a global pandemic. She almost wanted to be as stupid as people who believed it. As she saw how Will reacted to her opinion, the girl's brows furrowed and she bit her lip, but kept her cool as she headed outward, intending to leave the library as quickly as possible. "Christ." She muttered, under her breath as she moved back the way she came until she was out of the library. However, for some reason, she couldn't will herself to take off. Not yet. She leaned against her car, keys in hand, eyes fixated on the library door's--waiting to see when the others would exit the library. She wasn't sure why.</s> <\|message\|>William "Will" Morgan --- Everbrook Public Library Basement. May 28th 2020. --- He'd not gotten too far from the others when he'd been chased, specifically by Jessica, Amira, and Gabi. They were all concerned with him, and who wouldn't be? After all, he was acting crazy. "Look-" he started, gripping Sarah's journal in his hands tightly. "For ten years I thought my sister hated me or something because out of the blue she took her life. After that, my parents started fighting, my mom got big in the church and my dad pretty much stopped being around. For ten years I thought it was my fault, that somehow me being around her all the time made her miserable." He shook his head. "But this journal can give me something, even if it's just closure on why she died." Amira had the right idea in her own line of questioning: Where are you going to start? He opened the journal to her earliest entry after her explanation on what was going on: June 4th, 2010: Checked out the old mine last night. The clues were right. Another group was killed. The third shaft had the mark. "She wrote about some kind of mark in the old mine." He looked to the girls, then back to the journal. "She found some kind of clue there. And it might still be there. I think that's where I need to go." Jesus, he'd need a lot of gear for it. Plus the old mine was condemned. Going in might mean never getting out. But what else could he do now? He was prepared to follow this to its natural conclusion.</s> <\|message\|>Jessica M. Malone, AKA Jess --- Everbrook Public Library May 28th 2020 \| The Basement --- Once Jess had caught up to Will with a few others by her side, he proceeded to paint a picture that hinted heavily toward the problems within his home life. She really wasn't sure if that was still an issue for him but the feeling of blame, that he was at fault for all these years was very clear. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to have your sister pass in such a way and then believe that she must have hated you. No wonder the journal had so much meaning to him because not only was it a part of her, it was obviously answers to some of his questions. The burning need to know more would be how she would have felt in his shoes. He read a passage about an old mine and while she was all game for exploration, mines were dangerous. New ones could threaten collapse if you weren't careful or if something went wrong and they were now talking about an old one. If it wasn't already collapsed then it might be blocked off. If they did manage to get past that, there was no guarantee that the lighting system would still work. She wasn't sure if ten years would hold the same clues as they had for his sister but maybe they could find a clue or something she had left behind. She was all game to help but they needed to be smart. Her dad had always told her to be prepared when going into any situation. Were they prepared? She wasn't sure. Jess looked to Will then, studying him for a moment and deciding that this time, it might be best to roll with the punches and think on her feet. If they really couldn't get through it then they would try again once they had prepared."Sounds like as good a place as any other to start with but far away is it? And where is it exactly?", Jess chuckled nervously, not wanting to hold them up but she was lacking a car or experience of the town itself. She hoped she could just follow one of them or possibly catch a ride.</s>	<\|message\|>Amira Kothari aka "Amy" or "The Brit" Amira silently chastised herself. "Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work. The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal. "That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.</s>
<\|description\|>Red Robin Secret Identity: Timothy Jackson Drake Jr. Parents: Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown Age: 18 In suit Out of suit Personality: Playful and childish, Tim tends to not take too much too seriously. Of course when shit hits the fan, he can be all business, but he always likes to find the silver lining despite the situation and believes there is always a way out, no matter how grim things look. He's also kind of a super nerd, loving to pick apart tech, both figuratively and literally. Brief History: Tim Jr had quite the interesting childhood, getting taught how to master the bo staff at an early age and being taught how to dismantle and mess with tech of all types. His favorite times growing up, still to this day as well, are the "Family Reunions" he would go to, getting to hang around the Wayne Manor and get up to some dastardly shenanigans with his best friend Connor, which eventually led them to becoming the masked vigilantes. Skills: acrobatics, forensics, detective work, criminology, master hand-to-hand combatant and expert martial artist, highly skilled with a bo staff, multilingual, genius level intellect, and tech wiz. (Makes and modifies most if not all the gadgets he and Connor use.)</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear. "RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out." Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation. "RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor had been kneeling on a rooftop for the better part of an hour waiting for a sign about the very people they were looking for. when he heard Tim come over their radios saying something about needing a status report but Connor was more focused on the couple in the street and watching a group of Joker gang thugs walkout from an alley behind them to notice. Before he could report the woman screamed and Tim in his usual impulsive way leaped into action pausing to flaunt and joke with the thugs. This kid is going to get us killed one of these days. he thought to himself as he grappled to the nearby rooftop. Looking down he counted six total thugs each armed with a variety of knives. Great and they're bigger than we had anticipated. he noted as the thugs ignored the couple and turned to face Tim. Pulling out his escrima sticks Connor vaulted off the rooftop flipping through the air throwing two Bird-a-rangs as he did incapacitate two of the six thugs before landing behind a third and knocking him unconscious. "You two head for safety" he barked causing one of the remaining thugs to turn to face him. "Thank you so much!" the male said taking his partner's hand as the pair headed for safety. Red Robin do you really have to toy with them before you take care of them?" he asked in an exasperated tone looking past the thugs as if they weren't even there.</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy was hidden in the shadows waiting for the best time to strike at these thugs she has been watching. They were part of the Joker gang who she hated with a burning passion because of what their old leader did to her mother. She watched quietly until she saw one boy drop from the roof top and make some lame joke about them being comedians. Ivy rolled her eyes when she saw another boy around the same age drop in as well. She smiled as she heard him say something about them being toys. As she whispered something into the darkness her pants quickly wrap around the thugs and suspends them in the air. Well what do we have here the men who followed a maniac and two handsome boys who think they know what they are doing She said with a smirk as she steps out from the shadows. Swinging her giant mallet over her shoulder and her hyena pups walking beside her. Walking right between the two boys right in front of the thugs hanging in the air. Now why don't you boys leave these thugs to me? She said twisting around to face them her red and black pigtails bouncing as she does.</s>	<\|message\|>Red Robin "It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.</s>
<\|description\|>Ivy Quinzella Parents: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy Age: 19 Appearance: Ivy is a good mix between her mother's she has Harley's pigtail but Poison's red hair with blak tips. The colors she wears are mainly red and black with green thrown in, her skin is tan with green specks through out her body. She has one bright blue eye and one dark forest green. Her lips are green like Poison's. Her style of clothes follows after Harley. Skin tight tops always, the bottom varies. Personality: Ivy has always been the wild child. She has a big heart but has a nasty Temper on her as well. She loves her mothers and her aunt more then anything in the world. You mess with her family and you will feel her wrath. She has a loathing hatred for the Joker and his name is a trigger for her. She is a huge flirt. She is what most would consider an anti hero. She is good but will do anything to get what she wants or to get the job done. She is a kick ass now, take names later type of person. Brief History: Ivy was genetically engineered in a Gotham lab and has the DNA of both Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Harley gave her the pups of the hyenas that follow Harley. Ivy always have her mothers close to her and contacts them frequently. Ivy followed in Poison's foot steps and became a botanist and her own plant warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham City. She would train daily with her Aunt catwomen and her mom Harley. Skills: Highly trained in Gymnastics Can make plant life do her bidding Immuned to toxins and certain chemicals Strong Can secrete poison through her skin if she chooses</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin Tim crouched, peering over the edge of the roof he was perched on. His eyes scanned the dark, slightly quiet streets of a sleeping Gotham, the red and black of his father's old Red Robin suit being lit by the moon light. He placed two fingers against the hidden transceiver in his ear and spoke in a hushed whisper, careful to not allow his voice to be carried far enough for nearby ears to hear. "RR to Ndubs, I have no visual contact on the targets. Status report." An air of playfulness filled his voice as he radioed his partner. However before he could get a response, Tim heard a scream just around the corner followed by the familiar sound of a group of "Jokers" laughing. "Scrub that last transmission NW, I believe I have found our targets. Sending you the location, RR out." Tim dashed across the roof tops, leaping from building to building with an impressive grace and flow. He stopped abruptly looking down to the streets below at where he heard the previous noises. Down below there stood a band of Jokers, a gang that seemed to hold the Joker of old in high regard, circling a poor couple, laughing maniacally and aiming knives in their direction. A cocky smirk spread across the young vigilante's face, it was time for the show to start. But he did remember to update his partner of the situation. "RR to Ndubs, have visual contact, engaging now. See you in a bit!" With that he dropped from the roof, landing in a 3 point pose, mostly just to show off. "Well looky here. Looks like I found a bunch of bad comedians who need to be kicked off stage." He joked as he stood, grabbing his collapsed bo staff and flipping it in the air repeatedly, "Who wants first dibs?" He asked, staring daggers at the group of thugs, a playful smile plastered on his face. Man, hope Connor gets here soon. Didn't realize these bozos were this big.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor had been kneeling on a rooftop for the better part of an hour waiting for a sign about the very people they were looking for. when he heard Tim come over their radios saying something about needing a status report but Connor was more focused on the couple in the street and watching a group of Joker gang thugs walkout from an alley behind them to notice. Before he could report the woman screamed and Tim in his usual impulsive way leaped into action pausing to flaunt and joke with the thugs. This kid is going to get us killed one of these days. he thought to himself as he grappled to the nearby rooftop. Looking down he counted six total thugs each armed with a variety of knives. Great and they're bigger than we had anticipated. he noted as the thugs ignored the couple and turned to face Tim. Pulling out his escrima sticks Connor vaulted off the rooftop flipping through the air throwing two Bird-a-rangs as he did incapacitate two of the six thugs before landing behind a third and knocking him unconscious. "You two head for safety" he barked causing one of the remaining thugs to turn to face him. "Thank you so much!" the male said taking his partner's hand as the pair headed for safety. Red Robin do you really have to toy with them before you take care of them?" he asked in an exasperated tone looking past the thugs as if they weren't even there.</s> <\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy was hidden in the shadows waiting for the best time to strike at these thugs she has been watching. They were part of the Joker gang who she hated with a burning passion because of what their old leader did to her mother. She watched quietly until she saw one boy drop from the roof top and make some lame joke about them being comedians. Ivy rolled her eyes when she saw another boy around the same age drop in as well. She smiled as she heard him say something about them being toys. As she whispered something into the darkness her pants quickly wrap around the thugs and suspends them in the air. Well what do we have here the men who followed a maniac and two handsome boys who think they know what they are doing She said with a smirk as she steps out from the shadows. Swinging her giant mallet over her shoulder and her hyena pups walking beside her. Walking right between the two boys right in front of the thugs hanging in the air. Now why don't you boys leave these thugs to me? She said twisting around to face them her red and black pigtails bouncing as she does.</s> <\|message\|>Red Robin "It's called smack talk there Nightwing, it's essential when fighting crime as a vigilante of the night." Red Robin retorted, at this point way more interested in bantering with his fellow crusader than actually fighting said crime, however he did manage to smack a thug in the face with the handle of his collapsed staff without even looking at him. "Besides, gotta make the job fun right?" Just then long vines shot from the shadow, wrapping around the remaining Jokers and suspending them up into the air. One of Tim's eyebrows raised in curiosity and his eyes quickly landed on the source of the planty weirdness. Looking at the red haired stranger, and briefly glancing at the two hyena's accompanying her, he placed his thumb and pointer finger against his chin as a smirk stretch across his face, "You think I'm handsome huh?" Quickly shaking his head, the young vigilante continued, "Well, no amount of flattery is going to get me to hand over my favorite punching bags." He gestured vaguely at the dangling thugs. "Hey, NW, you got my back on this one right?" He glanced over to his partner, a hint of slight worry slipping through his voice.</s> <\|message\|>NightWing Connor whirled around at the sound of another voice, the woman he saw before him was, well stunning and Connor was all too familiar who her parents were. Holding his escrima sticks out a bit he looked over to Tim before looking back at the girl a shrugging. "I'll tell you what," Connor began a grin stretching across his face. "We'll let you have them on one condition, Knock em out and take them to the police." he said grinning widely looking the woman directly in the eyes. "We don't need any more killers like them on the streets now do we?" he added coyly with a slight tilt of his head.</s>	<\|message\|>Ivy Quinzella Ivy looked between the boys. She giggled at the one boy who said these thugs were his punching bags. "Darlin' by the looks of you" She looked him up and down "you know nothing of using thugs as punching bags." She smiled as the one name nightwing, she raised an eyebrow "You want me to hand these lowlife no good better off dead into the police?" She put one hand on her hip "You are handsome just like your dad, but don't know if smart like him." She said as she waves her hand which moves her plants and smacking the thugs into the brick wall knocking them out then does it again for good measure. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear "If you know who my mothers are then you should know my nature" giggling she leans away from him and looks between the boys once more "But since you asked so nicely and you are handsome I guess I can't deny your request." Waving her hand again she smacks the thugs against the wall again and twirls her finger dropping them hard on the ground. Just as her pups go over and stands over two of them drool dripping from their mouth. "On the other hand my pups are very hungry and I promised them a snack" she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smile that mimics her mothers'.</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A location, an objective and a reason to do it. This was how adventures started wasn't it? By small errands and tests, then onto larger endevours like dragon slaying and fighting a deranged evil old man on top of an apocalyptic machine fortress. "I understand. I'll help, and these gu- eh?" She faltered noticing the lack of other people. Did most of them already leave? "Ah, maybe just me then huh? I'll try to help old man. If I don't get back here at all, then I'd have failed." Well, from the instructions they were given, Ari surmised that the rest of the group must be at the frogmen's location already. Having cooled off a little from the shock of noticing they had been left behind by the rest of the team, she naturally wanted to get a bit more stuff before going on that heist. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" "I don't know. Maybe they went ahead towards the frogs?" Jumping up and down experimentally a few times, Ari stretched, her tail stretching at the same time. "Lets go there too. They might already be getting a whole pile of stuff." Like a bow stave losing its string, she sprang towards the direction of the frogs. "Cmon! I'll race you both!"</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- Between the beefcake's surrender, Amulak's protests, and finally Kriz's unceremonious logging off, the situation did indeed devolve into an awkward one. Not that Lew felt any shame in the situation, anyway. His interception was made mainly to defend the clearly crippled Kriz from a terrifying domino effect, not necessarily "gang up" on another player, especially one who now clearly shows no malicious intent. If anything, Lew was quite pleased with the situation. It seems that having an END difference this massive at least puts him in a clear advantage over other players of his level. Still, this little experiment was not enough to answer just how well leveling END would be for him in the long run. "Sorry about that. One of our friends is a bloodthirsty idiot who would have caused one of our other friends to evaporate had I not stood my ground there." Lew stated to Klein, believing that his light shove was indeed a full-fledged tumble that Lew had easily absorbed. "It seems he logged off, though. Probably couldn't withstand being statistically disadvantaged. By the way, if your Strength or Endurance happen to be less than '10', you could easily fix that by purchasing a talisman from an old squatter up the road, if I remember correctly." With enough pleasantries exchanged to hopefully clear that misunderstanding, Lew turned to the keystone once again. Inspired by his own 'monstrous' physique in comparison to a player who looked more beastly than himself, Lew had made a new search inquiry, one that would likely set him on a path he could never turn back from... NO RESULTS Clicking his tongue in annoyance, it seems that Lew would indeed be gated towards the path of the Samurai. If you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em. Lew once more began to think of the Samurai's different class requirements. The 'Max SP' requirement was the easiest. Lew just needed to level up once and drop two points into SP. The part about facing five ogres in solo combat? Based on her past and present actions, Lew could only wonder if Mags counted as an 'ogre' for the sake of meeting these requirements... No, she is nothing compared to the beauty that was the Ogre Smith he ran into in his earlier venture. Speaking of Mags, the last requirement would likely be the hardest if the group had to keep Mags in check most of the time. Normally Lew didn't care about his online reputation as it's in no way linked to his personal or professional one, but between the crowd that began to form along with with one of Mags' famous temper tantrums, Lew could only feel the shame that was directed towards him. And with that shame came a revelation. "Very well, you'll get your fight." Untying the swords from his belt, Lew stepped away from the keystone, tossing his sheathed blades near Ames' feet. Lew had already noticed there weren't any guards gathering at the time, but in case he was arrested, he could at least trust Ames to hold onto his newly acquired weapons. Standing at about six or seven feet away from Mags, Lew turned towards the adult-sized toddler before stepping into some sort of exaggerated fighting stance. "I, Lew Duv-..." Damned screen names. "I, Lugh Dysphoria, accept your challenge with honor and dignity!" While a public fight between level zero noobs isn't exactly good publicity, it's at least enough for Lew's name to be noticed and recognized. Hopefully this fight would go on long enough for Mags to meet her class requirements. Lew wasn't exactly worried of getting hurt either, and this could indeed be a good test to see how well his END would fare against actual damage. "Oh, right, no nut-shots or we remove your custom emote privileges." Lew remarked casually. Just what kind of Discord server doesn't have any custom emotes, anyway?</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 "We got one! Do I see two?" Came the announcement from Mags' voice, rattling out like a auctioneer. "After all, I need to start a fight with multiple people." She was thinking of hitting Lew's nuts for the first time he volunteered for the fight. This time around, however, the attached removal of custom emotes made it too painful a consequence. No longer would she be able to reply to messages with that stupid pogfish, nor could she post the Giga Chad. Well, she technically still could. She'd just need to send them as small images. They wouldn't be in line and that made it too sad. Preparing for combat, she took off the two starter 0 stat sandals on her feet and equipped one in each hand. They were her improvised weapons, after all. Las chanclas. Lethal weapons. "Ames, don't you want in on this...? I'm classically trained to fight, after all."</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- Ari licked her lips, already getting very into the fight, her heartbeat like a wardrum beating in her ears, a strange warm hot feeling filling her body as adrenaline started to kick in. Theresa was definitely not any sort of gymnast, but having already tested and gained confidence in her body and having lost the fear of being actually hurt or killed, she was less hesitant on doing high flying moves. Moving quickly with all the stones she gathered, she moved low to the ground, planting a feet straight onto Ames' back as she used her like a spring board, spinning in the air to further increase the energy into a stone flung at the kappa eyeing Amulak. "MYAHAHAHA~ Nya heck nya'll doing~" Landing on her feet, she quickly set up in a stance in front of Amulak with the piece of fabric in her hand already loaded with another stone, as if daring it to come closer to attack.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 100/110 --- Raime clicked his tongue in mild disappointment as the kappa reacted quickly enough to dodge his bolt. He should have expected that the kappa wouldn't just stand there and let itself get shot. The AI's complexity was phenomenal; it was as if it were a genuine creature trying its best to fight for its life. But, yet again, not the proper time to admire the game. With practiced movements, he sets the butt of the crossbow to his thigh and uses both his hands to draw the bowstring back. Though as virtual reality would have it, pulling back the metal limbs of a crossbow was significantly harder than plexiglass limbs. Fucking thing must have had more than quadruple the draw weight of his own crossbow in real life. Quickly giving up his usual method of reloading, he would plant the sirup on the ground and pull upward with all his might. The aching feeling in his hands and back reminded him that he ought to buy some gloves and a reloading lever if he were to keep playing at 100% realism. Almost doubling his usual seven-second reload time, Raime finally manages to reload his crossbow. Raime would now retake his stance and keep an eye to where the wakizashi wielding kappa hoping that, if he were to track the creature's movement, it would increase his chances of hitting the kappa. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.2 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 77/160 SP: 75/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 12 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 13 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 With an audible "Gwuh", Mags had been hit by the force of an unstoppable dumbass and collided with her more friendly teammate. Then, from above, the fool landed on top of her. Normally, she'd be incredibly mad about that sort of thing. A mix of having an instant meat shield and memories of rescuing her allies into mechanics tempered her instant rage. Rather than yell at Klein for being a massive idiot, she simply slid out of the miscoloured human Oreo. Thankfully, Amulak's magic missile protected Magpie from being skewered to the massive idiot that caused this issue in the first place. Now free, she could figure out the situation. There was the spear wielding kappa and an unarmed Kappa that could probably wrestle her to kingdom come. Well, she might as well go to the backline to try to help defend Amulak. He was the one person who seemed to be able to do considerable damage to the kappas, after all. Quickly sifting the ground nearby for hand-sized rocks, she put a nice one in each hand and went back to protect the useful mage alongside Ames.</s>
<\|description\|>Magdalene Ross Age: 24 Gender: Female Nationality: Canadian Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag. As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord. One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader. Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything. If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose. Username: Magpie Race: Human Gender: Female Height: 150 cm Weight: 55 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool. Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height. HP – 400 MP – 30 SP – 400 STR – 136 AGI – 50 END – 50 DEX – 50 LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP \| +15% STR \| +5% END Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1 Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR. The [Magpie] Special Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop. Showbaiter Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received. The Guillotine Drop Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime. The Power Hour Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched. The Bulldozer Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them. Grab and Smash LVL 1 Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR. Physical Conditioning LVL 1 Passive. Gain 10% STR. Hustle Muscle Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR. Protein Power Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time. Moon Flex Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets. Nobody's Natty LVL 1 Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%. Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead. We All Lift Together Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR. Path of Macho LVL 1 Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100. Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1 Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END. Invigorating Palm Thrust Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds. Vein-Sealing Acupuncture Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy. Perception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 10% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: Armor: Arm Equipment: Main Hand: Off Hand: Leg Equipment: Shoes: Accessory 1: Accessory 2: Accessory 3: Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic Inventory Capacity: 20 List [Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool [Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ??? [Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR [item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR. [Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces. [Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor [Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment [Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes 6553 Rishi Type Territory, First Stage +10% AGI Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage. Territory Creation Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established. Dancin' in the Moonlight While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She shook off the monkey fist off the sidewalk above, and rewound it around her arm, squinting into the darkness of the culvert beyond. Ari already knew of the general direction of the hideout, but getting there wouldn't be easy in the darkness. Well, it was sure to become more bearable once her eyes got used to the low light, but she suspected she was going to need to rely on her other senses to determine her directions. It was exciting enough that fact she might be standing in a rivulet of waste was more bearable to think of. Perhaps not being able to see very well was a blessing in disguise. She remembered well the atmosphere of the den she was going to infiltrate, the raucous laughter, the jeerings and swears as money changed hands. All she had to do was listen to it to see if she was going in the right direction, keep her sense of direction straight, and not get lost. At least she knew how to escape if she was lost; just stick a hand in the flowing water if it came to that and follow the flow. Ignoring the weird slippery squelchy feeling the floor had, Ari moved briskly towards her goal, careful not to cause more noise than the flow of water did.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded as Shirin explained the faith's beliefs surrounding monsters. It was good that this religion wouldn't get in the way of his goals, especially since they- Wait, did the priestess just say the worship a snakegirl? As Lew made his way into the chambers with Shirin, his suspicions were truly proven correct. It seems the object of this religion's worship is, in fact, a snakegirl. Such prospects filled Lew with a new excitement for religion that he had never once had before. As he was asked to kneel, he had quickly done so, surrendering himself to this higher power. As he had done so, Lew wondered if this afterlife entailed his bones getting crushed... Once his indoctrination was complete, Lew opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't entirely sure what he had experienced, although there was one thing that was certain. Lew felt more free, more liberated from the shackles and expectations of life. Lew was almost sure that if he didn't know this was all a game, he would have definitely converted in real life as well. Bowing his head once more to the idol, Lew sat up straight and turned towards Shirin. "I'm ready for my training, now." Wherever he would be led to, Lew wondered just how he'll be equipped and, more importantly, if he would receive a uniform more fashionable than whatever it is he started with.</s>	<\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 93/230 SP: 160/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR It worked. Not well, but it worked. Mags gave enough time for them to wound the frog with the spear. Unfortunately, that victory was short lived as the man with the spear was sent airborne. Now she was in the danger zone. Less than half her health left. Her virtual body was going to begin to break down. The only respite she took is that she set her own pain to 10%. Judging by the look of their archer, she was still going strong in comparison. This was no time to quit her plan. Not because she cared about her comrades living through this fight. Nah, their lives were meaningless. It was a game after all. No, this was pure sunken cost fallacy. With every ounce of strength she could gather, she leapt off the ground. She was certain she could hop over Ames with her strength. Her goal was to grab hold of the airborne Klein and, as she met with the ground once more, toss the burning brute at the frog. To hell with the consequences. If he slammed into her territory, it was his own damn fault for not taking the frog down with him. Even if he did practically take a bullet for her, it was entirely useless if they all died to this dumb frog.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A high pitched scream reverberated across the area, coming from no more than the overexcited catgirl as she just about did a little victory jig. "EEEE! We did it! That was so cool I'm about to explode!" Her face scrunched up immediately upon seeing their loot however. She... didn't want to touch even the coins. "I.. suppose someone should hold on to those?" Shoving the piece of fabric back into her pockets quickly before anyone takes a longer look at it, she started on her grass rope again, while looking for a nice round hefty stone. "Ah, Lew, can you lend me one of your weapons for a moment? I'm going to try something, see if it works."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross She lived. She couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad luck that pretty much every instance of damage she took another 22 points of damage like that. Being ragdolled by an oversized toad wasn't a fun time. Thankfully, the time she bought was worth it. Rather than taking a spine-buster and crumbling into dust, Mags was thrown onto the ground in a familiar pose. By the time Mags managed to rise up, the bulk of the combat had finally ended. Klein became radiant, making Mags somewhat jealous of those sick arm tats. Those absolutely screamed brawler tough guy. Shame that he got them, really. Well, not really a shame since when the radiant light vanished, Klein looked considerably less eviscerated. Mags was there, battered and bruised, and that man just managed to heal himself. Well, that just meant Mags was the one who lost the most out of all of them. She had the highest health pool out of the entire group, yet somehow she was the least healthy. Such was the life of a brawler, especially when they didn't have any sort of healer. Maybe she'd spec into some form of healing. Some kind of monk type, inner ki technique shit. A slam slim Kharazim, if one would. When she capped out brawler, though. She wasn't about to lose her levels just so she could fill in a role this early. Luckily, those levels came with something important: being refreshed. Her resources were refreshed quickly, so the game's mechanics rescued her from death's door. Important to know, really. She allocated her points in an appropriate manner for a brawler. HP, STR, and some more AGI. Endurance was a good stat, but only if she was getting hit. Which she was. A lot. But she also wanted to punch a kappa's head straight off. HP: 140 >> 170 STR: 10 >> 27 AGI: 11 >> 15 The corpse of a brawler slid towards the loot like a gremlin. "Mmmmmmind if I roll... NEED?" By the time she slithered on over, she was already trying to stuff the loot into her bag. She'd make the choice of putting on the loincloth at a later date. It was +5 extra strength or so, after all. --- Lv. 4 HP: 187/187 (170) + 10% SP: 100/100 (100) MP: 30/30 (30) STR – 31 (27) + 15% \| AGI – 15 (15) \| END – 13 (12) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10)</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:110/110 \| MP: 116/116 \| SP: 121/121 --- "Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash." Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 110 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 116 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 121 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 22 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 11 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 21 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.4 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 80/80 MP 10/10 --- Lew took a knee, folding an arm and wiping the kappa blood off of his wakizashi with his sleeve. Retrieving his other fallen blade and returning them both to his sheathes, Lew glanced over to Klein, who had seemed to have produced something interesting. Despite his sacrifice, it seemed he wasn't dead, either. At the same time, Lew didn't recall Klein taking any classes. Was this a special class, or did he unlock that early on? In any case, Lew took Klein's heroic sacrifice to heart, and gave the giant a nod of respect before standing up to face the rest of his allies. Lew didn't care too much about the loot. It would have built up over time, either way. After a bit of grinding, the group would have more than enough coin to buy what they need. As for leveling up, Lew could allocate his stats later. He planned to head to town first anyway to check on his progression. Instead, Lew was more concerned about those needing to play catch-up. While they did level up, Lew knew that the allocation wasn't equal. Some of them didn't even take any jobs! As a matter of fact, one of the biggest offenders of this cardinal sin seemed to call to him to ask for one of his swords. Lew slowly turned to Ari, giving her an ominous and very scary look. Untying the wakizashi from his daisho, he slowly approached his catty companion before grabbing her by one of the cat ears. "You can borrow my sword after we get you a Class, first. I don't want any of us behind just yet, anyway. Lew lectured Ari, before turning to everyone else. "I'm going to head to town, get Ari a class, and maybe do some searching for any future prospects for us. I do have a few more keystone queries I want to make, anyway. If you guys want to continue grinding, feel free. We can meet up at the keystone if we're all still online when you're done, or you all can just ping me on our Discord." Finally, Lew turned to Klein. "You can join us if you want. I don't recall you taking a class either, but those new tattoos of yours and that figure that appeared us for a bit... Wait, did the game just give you a stand? Uh, disregard that. If you want to head to town and grab a Class with us in case you aren't getting any XP, feel free to. If not, send me an add over on Discord. Lew D.#1713." Once all that talking was done, Lew dragged Ari back to town, still holding onto her ear like a parent pulling away a misbehaving child.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 14 AGI – 15 END – 15 DEX – 14 LUC – 15 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:150/150 MP:200/200 SP: 50/50 Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaaa. First encounter was a big win all around. Well, except for Mags, he supposed. Though the big ding and glow of their level-ups and Amulak's MP restoring to full suggested to him that the ass-beating Mags had received likely wasn't permanent. A brief glance over the loot that was dropped revealed nothing good for a caster, so he'd leave that for the melee to hem and haw over. In the meantime, Amulak spent all eight of his stat points touching up his deficiencies in STR and DEX, investing four points in each stat and bringing them up to a base of nine each. There. That should take care of his problems in that department even if he lost his talisman later. He paused, taking a moment to cheerily wave Lew and Ari off as they went back to town before glancing to the rest. A moment to check their levels in the interface revealed that some had gotten three level-ups while...he'd only gotten one? What was this shit?! Oh, wait. A moment of clarity later had the Slav realizing that it was probably because he'd taken a class. Hell, Mags hadn't even leveled, so more advanced classes likely took more experience to level. Something to keep in mind for later, he supposed. In the meantime... "Grinding more sound very good. Can probably keep this rolling until we stop getting free heals from easy levels." He glanced around, his gaze finally falling on Klein and his freshly-drawn ink. Huh. "Very interesting tattoo, big man. Look very imposing." Amulak gave Klein a grin and a thumbs-up.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- It seemed that these players were rowdier than he had realized. It wasn't something that talking would solve, either. Lew knew he had to take action. At the same time, he felt that if he were to physically harm these other players it would only set his training in the priesthood back. Still, it was clear that he needed to do something to alleviate this situation, especially now that he has made his presence known. For now, he stepped back for a moment, placing his silver coins back into his coin-purse before figuring out a proper place to hide the entirety of his money within his person. What he was about to do he knew the potential of being mugged was high. Still, any nook or cranny on his person would suffice, although he would be very much against putting his coins inside that. At the very least, he did his best to distribute as much silver coins within the soles of his shoes in order to at least have some emergency funds in case his purse was taken. Next, Lew opened up the menus, searching for his Pain Settings. He already had it at a pitiful number but, just to be safe, he lowered it down to a nice 1%. Finally, Lew made his approach once more, interposing himself between the miko and the more enterprising players with his arms and legs spread out. "I am not a violent man, but I feel like you are wasting everyone else's time with your... off-topic questions. Either resolve them now, or deal with me." Lew awaited the first hit. His END was pretty high, and his STR was getting there, but he wasn't sure if these newer players had any high statistics to counter that. Should they attack him, Lew will only allow them to beat him until they tire or he's about an inch from his life. It wasn't like he was at a temple that could heal him or anything, anyway. Lew will also keep in mind not to make any overtly offensive attacks either seeing as he still had an impression to make towards the inhabitants of the temple. He will rely on his high stats to avoid or even muscle through any attacks made at him.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 208/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, that just complicated the simple 1v1, didn't it? Mags didn't exactly say to leave her out of altruism. No, it was her keen, divine intellect about MMO mobs. With no way to generate enmity, the frog would freely go after the most inconvenient target possible for them. Colour her surprised when Raime got pounced on, leaving Mags' fist with a dull ache and her mind utterly embarrassed that the frog boomed her like that. The collision of flesh and bone made Mags realize something. The frog was, likely, heavily speed oriented. Her fist not crumbling into dust the moment the frog struck, at the very least, she wasn't outmatched in strength. Legs were stronger than arms, especially that of a frog. For Mags to take less than 10% of her life in one blow, that meant she had ten more hits. Nine more opportunities for dumb shit. Then Raime, from what Mags could see, got crater'd. That kind of ruined her entire thought process. Maybe it was stronger than her after all. Mags didn't know the full extent of her strength, though. If she was lucky, she could also crater like that. Well, that just meant it wouldn't be easy. She'd have to cut the frog's mobility in some way. A brief thought came over her. Would it work? Maybe, maybe not. It was better than shooting bolts that could be caught and thrown at the useful ranged DPS, at least. She kicked off the ground once more, dashing towards the crater where Raime once stood. She leapt after the frog with two fists leading the way. This time, however, she wasn't aiming to strike the frog. No, she intended to grapple it back to the ground and keep it there. Then, with every ounce of strength she could muster, break its leg. After all, she was a brawler. Not an honorable martial artist.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:126/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 166/176 --- Everything hurt. He wanted to puke his guts out. The world was blurry. And this incessant ringing in his ears drowned out everything else. Was this what dying felt like? Huh. Raime couldn't do anything but writhe and bleed on the grass whispering a seemingly unending litany of curses both in English and Spanish. To be expected from someone with no prior experience to the pain brought by being ragdolled across the area by an explosion rivaling that of a high explosive howitzer shell. Made even more grueling as he was experiencing ALL of it in his [Zoned In] state. But as his mind was muddled by the amount of suffering he was in, all he managed to do was lift up a hand and flip off the froggy martial artist. "Puta." Before resuming to writhe and bleed some more. Reaching into his pouch he grabs a [White Herb] and proceeds to ingest the thing. Hoping that it would help alleviate the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her tail popped straight from shock as the guard accosted her from beyond her vision, the fur standing up and puffing her tail three times larger. A guard? So suddenly? In this part of the town? At this time and hour? At this very specific time she was pulling on a grate? As her mind went blank in panic, her mouthed opened, spewing out the words before she could think, her expression blank. "I'm just going to get the rat that stole my money." She blinked as she continued. "Can you help me get it back?"</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:238/250 SP: 50/50 "Kurwa mac!" Amulak swore, reeling back in pain as the frogman somehow snatched Klein's bolt out of midair before shoving it through his fucking hand. God damn, even at a much reduced pain threshold, it hurt like a bitch. Fortunately, it didn't knock off too much HP, but his right hand was far less responsive now, and it'd likely inhibit his casting. Good thing he still had a working hand. Still, Amulak mused as he started to fire up a Magic Bolt with his left hand, limb damage actually affecting how his character performed was fantastic tech. From a game design standpoint, he hoped that the main ways of healing it took place outside of combat, in order to give the tactical decision to cripple or maim more weight. From the standpoint of where he was right now, well, he was a tad less enthused. Amulak applied another Mana Control to pump up his Magic Bolt, aiming carefully this time to ensure that the boss was distracted by Mags's assault before firing again.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- "Eeeeeh~?" She looked at the guard incredulously. "There's youkai everywhere and a rat stealing my money is unbelievable!? Ah, I can't believe the guards of this place are so unhelpful!" It was time to double down, and deflect blame onto the guard instead. Ari was not the one at fault for trespassing, it was now their fault for not helping her. Whether it worked or not was up in the air, but she was piling lies after lies, so there should be a foundation of which she can fall back to when found like this. After all, if word reaches the group of whose lair she was trying to enter, they would inevitable clam up. "And to call me a kid! Hmph! I get it, I'll go. Bet you'd sneak in and catch the rat to keep my money for yourself once I'm far away too." Ari's heart was beating faster. Was it fear from being found out or having her plan backfire somehow? Or was it from the sheer thrill of her 'stealth' gameplay. She did not know, but it was quite an exhilarating feeling. If there was a sewer system, then there would be another mean of entrance. Surely there can't be only one way to enter the system. She had wanted to go through the grate because it was the fastest route in, but now that she was discovered, a manhole somewhere would be her best bet. Turning around, she walked away as if to take his advice, eyeing the guard as she made her way out of his sight to begin another search.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 110/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 90/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ The look in the frogman's eyes... was it the spirit of a true martial artist? The kind of feeling you could only get a glimpse of in watching two combatants fight, and only fully experience when you were one of those combatants. That look melted away the ice faster than Ames herself ever could, but she was still nervous as a level one noob facing down a gigantic opponent. Thankfully, Magpie in all her malicious glory stole those eyes away from Ames. The warrior swallowed down a weird, foreign feeling of loss that came from nowhere and rushed forward herself, intent on using the opening. The shock of Amulak's spell and the reach of Klein's spear reached the frog first, but Ames was still pushing forward even while their largest party member was getting his skull cracked. When said party member came hurtling towards her, Ames suddenly came to a stop. I am not about to get bowled over again! she thought. Ames gritted her teeth and skidded to a halt, spreading her arms as wide as possible. She used the built up strength of her power attack to catch Klein. Her arms barely made it around the man, but she stayed upright this time even as the two of them slid back from the sheer momentum of Klein being thrown. Once they came to a stop, Ames deposited the man onto the ground. It was really a shame they didn't have any potions or anything like that, but Klein would have to make due with two quick pats on the shoulder before Ames jumped back into the fray. Mags was making some commotion and Raime was... Raime was...?! "What the hell are you doing?!" Ames balked at the man making himself into a missile. It was certainly an impressive sight, but she couldn't see it working out well for him. Maybe she wouldn't be the first of their party to die after all. Aaah morbid thought. Ames raced after Raime, although the other man's speed was greater than hers. While Raime's aim seemed to be just hitting the frog at full force in any way possible, Ames began charging another [Power Attack]. She expected that the agile frog would just dodge Raime's attack, and at the moment Ames would throw a fist at the creature's weak points - the stomach area, striking an organ would be good. She'd dissected enough frogs in high school to roughly know where they ought to be.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Rather than shocked at the brutal tactic utilized to take out these Immortals, Lew was more impressed than anything. It also helped that his attackers were all animated thanks to his "anime" setting being on. Even then, not much would have shocked him, for he has seen much worse happen in the degeneracy that he normally consumes. All this had shown him was another hidden power of creating barriers in the field in such a matter, which added to his general excitement towards becoming a Kekkaishi. Turning back to the Priestess, he decided to do something less formal as a show of thanks rather than prostrating himself, giving a formal bow instead. "It's quite alright. I only expected such an outcome to occur, as I did do what I did partially to force someone's hand. At the same time, I did wish to, uh... use that beating in order to further my training?" Lew, realizing he's starting to sound weird again, raises himself up and nods in response to her inquiry. "Yes, I do intend to join the faith. Most of my friends are warriors in one way or another, but I am unable to defend them in my current state. I wish to join the temple in order to further my skills in protecting my friends from the monsters roaming the wilds. More specifically, I do wish to begin my training as a... Kekkaishi, was it? It's why I was hoping I would have received a proper beating, as I haven't quite met the threshold yet to reach the class. That said, I'm fine with undertaking whatever occupation you all believe would fit best for me, as I also intend to learn as much as I can from the faith. Please treat me as an empty vessel, willing to be filled with whatever it is you wish to make of me." Lew bowed once more, resisting the urge to apply palm to face once his head was completely down once he realized what he just said.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:226/250 SP: 50/50 Jesus Christ, this thing was mulching them. The sheer amount of shit they were eating from one frogman was starting to get worrying, especially considering the amount of damage a simple throw did to both Mags and Klein. What was even worse was that everyone else was now literally hurling themselves at the boss, preventing him from getting a shot off. Considering that he was fairly sure this game had friendly fire to at least some degree, Amulak refrained from casting immediately, instead prepping his Mana Control as he started flanking the boss, searching for an angle to fire at that wouldn't hit one of his party members with a magic missile. "Very annoying having to make sure I do not hit you! Please consider being more considerate of your ranged DPS in future, yeah?!" Amulak called out towards the rest of the group, firing off his Mana Controlled Magic Bolt at the boss's side.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 180/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough. Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull. She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone. It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 146/176 --- And just like that. It was over. He should have known better. If the frogman could dodge small fast moving projectiles, what chance did he have in landing a hit? But, for what little it mattered, he managed to buy his comrades a little bit more time. He wasn't sure what else happened afterwards. Everything turned white as his body impacted the ground with a dull thud. Raymond would have liked to say that he struggled to keep his consciousness and persistently defied the frogman, but that was contrary to fact. As soon as he hit the ground he was out like a light. His body went deathly still. One could have easily assumed that he had died then and there. But after a few seconds after falling unconscious, the game threw him back into the fray of combat. Drilling his brain with a dizzying amount of pain. Far worse than when he was blow away by the fire punch earlier. He couldn't even scream properly as his injuries left him with his mouth agape. Locked in a soundless scream as a mixture of blood, saliva, mucus filling his nasal passages restricted his vocalizations to gurgles and violent coughing fits where he spat out the vile mixture onto the grass beneath him. With little else to do, he desparately reaches into his pouch to ingest more of the pain killing plant. Even risking an overdose just to stop the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Was there any reason for hesitation? Aside from dropping into a gunk filled sewage river and having her nose shrivel up and fall off her face? Looking around, and noting the direction of where she came from, and the alignment of the drain, Ari used the few feet of rope she had to wedge the monkey's fist into a deformation on the sidewalk. With a confidence reserved only for the foolhardy, she didn't so much jump as turn around and pushed herself out from the edge, using the rope to hopefully swing into the opening.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lady of the Alabaster Scales? Lew stroked his chin as he thought of the ramifications of joining an in-game religion. He didn't think too much of it in the end, however. If this way of life should inhibit his time in the game, the easiest thing to do is to just not play it anymore. That said, there is one thing he needed to know before he joined this group in full... "Lugh Dysphoria." Lew stated his in-game name aloud. "I must ask, though, before we begin... What does the Lady of the Alabaster Scales think about monstrous beings, those both near and far from human?" In any case, Lew awaited the beginning of his training as well as any purchases he needed to make. A staff and possibly some sort of talisman would be ideal, although Lew wondered if talismans worked like ammunition. Would he only be able to buy a few single-use ones, or is it like Raymond's crossbow, capable of being utilized in a generic matter indefinitely?</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:173/200 MP:214/250 SP: 50/50 Oh god, oh fuck, Raime just got annihilated. Ames and Klein got practically shoved out of the way, and now the frogman was coming for Amulak- Oh, whew. Another superpower unlocked, and just in time to save his ass. Hopefully, Amulak would get his soon. But for now, he was content simply not getting his shit kicked in by a pissed-off bipedal frog. Really, he couldn't keep getting away with it. Unfortunately, that meant the boss was now making a beeline straight for an already-injured Mags. Still, that gave him an idea. Internally bemoaning his lack of spells and variety at such a low level, Amulak pumped his Magic Bolt with Mana Control yet fucking again, aiming straight for the frogman's back and firing it off. If it got his attention, hopefully it'd result in some sort of aggro ping-pong as people kept continually assaulting the boss from behind from every direction. Or it'd just piss the boss AI off and train all the aggro onto Amulak himself. He didn't know how threat worked yet in this game, after all. But hell, he'd take the risk. Shit wasn't fun without going balls-deep in chances.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her advance was halted suddenly by a tug on her arms, her tail puffing out instantly as she processed what happened. The centipede grabbed her, and was opening its mouth to receive the succulent morsel at the end of its tongue. Perhaps she should have opted for some sort of poison to put on her weapons, now that she was thinking about it. Ari's free hand reached into the belt of throwing daggers, grabbing as much of it as her fingers can hook onto, before throwing the entire bundle in a volley towards the monster's open mouth.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR An explosion of noise. Did the thunder bring combat? In the wake of the boom, Mags almost had to reorient herself. If her strength and constitution were not where they were, she may have been more affected by it. She calmed herself. Was it time to fight? No... It couldn't be... By god. He was dancing too. Screw loot, EXP, and everything else. Now was time to party! She began to dance with even more effort than before. She did the trash compactor with such vigor that one would guess she was using SP. She performed it's a snaps with years of rhythm games behind each snap. The did the speeder with every drop of willpower she could. This was the dance of camaraderie. Mankind prevented WW3 with this dance. Well, maybe. Mags wouldn't put any money on it, but she bet that every diplomat did this dance whenever they entered foreign countries.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with @OwO I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ To be fair, Ames probably should have expected that Mags' plan was walk up and start dancing. That was pretty on brand for her. It wasn't even the first time she'd employed that strategy. What was complete unexpected was the onis' response. What... huh? They liked it?? It was hard to tell just what the monsters thought, but they were definitely breaking out into dance themselves, right? Ames peered out from behind the tree after the shockwave of the onis stomped passed by. She squinted her eyes, taking in the scene. That blue one must be the leader, and... his moves were actually pretty good. Magpie wasn't so bad herself. ...uh, hold on, it looks like she's totally into it, Ames thought while staring a little longer. Was this seriously becoming a dance battle? And if so... Ames was joining in. And she wasn't going to lose. Perhaps Ames' bloodlust eagerness gave her away before she even stepped out from her hiding spot. When she did reveal herself, she made sure it was a slow and deliberate action. It was a signal to the oni that 'hey, I'm not gonna ambush you, I'm with the other human.' The redhead considered showing off her true power right then and there, but that's not how team competitions worked. While Mags had the floor, Ames would be more like a back-up dancer, a hype man, supporting the brawler. The bells tied to Ames' ankles chimed with even small movements and provided a rough metronome, given that there wasn't much noise in the area besides the wails of unfortunate souls and the slap of the oni's flesh as he undulated.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:900/900 MP:1054/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Oh. Oh, man. Some horrific-looking centipede horror monster? This was some Sekiro 3 tier bullshit. That particular sequel had been absolute garbage, but the industry hadn't been the same for a while after the horrific bombing of Cyberpunk 2077's release in 2022 after a ridiculous number of delays. Someone into more degenerate hentai than he was would probably find the sight of a disgusting centipede monster pulling a catgirl towards it with its tongue to be hot, but Stanislas was pretty sure no one in the party was that much of a freak. Probably. Still, if it was fixated on Ari, so much the better for the actual heavy-hitters to remain somewhat unscathed while they piled as much damage onto it as possible. Poor Raime, just eating shit repeatedly for happening to be in between the centipede and Ari. Amulak took advantage of the monster's target fixation to conjure up another Mana Control boosted Spell Spear, this time, carefully aiming for the centipede's head while it was stretching its tongue out to pull Ari in. With any luck, his conjured spear would lance straight through the centipede woman's skull. Shit in this game had logical weakpoints, right? With all of the other touches centered around realism in Cacophony Concord, it'd be ridiculous if the one thing this game didn't have was headshots increasing damage.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Holy shit. Dance really was the universal language. Magpie had originally intended to just dance for shits and giggles to start off a fight, but she managed to avoid one all together. In fact, the leader of the Oni seemed to be rewarding her for her efforts with a rib from the electrobear. It was actually pretty nice to see. Coming from traditional MMOs, Mags felt as though mobs were generally walking EXP containers. A macguffin for characters to murder to complete quests and get levels from. Sure, she technically committed a genocide against kappas a day or so earlier, but the kappas would attack her first. For the most part. Having a mob be diffused by a willingness to have fun was a breath of fresh air. She took her rib from the oni and savoured it. Even if it would taste weirdly fishy or gross, it was a gift from the blue Oni. If it killed her or it inflicted negative status effects, she'd still eat it. Parasites be damned! She'd also keep the bone as a memento. Also an improvised weapon. Unfortunately, she didn't really have much to give back as a gift. Ames might have. She'd keep the oni in mind in case she went for another grinding session. Maybe she'd get some good city booze to give them if she could encounter them again. Man, Thunderstruck Grove was easy to deal with--only a moron would struggle going through this area, she thought to herself. Karma be damned, she was going to stick with this thought.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with @OwO I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Was there a spike of fear in Ames when the other two oni stood and handed off a club to their leader? Yes, definitely, but the warrior didn't let it trip up her dancing. In fact she put even more effort into her moves once the club came down onto the earth and beat out a rhythm. This was... so fun! A huge smile broke out onto Ames' face, and though she didn't shout out or anything (too focused on her footwork), internally she was even cheering the demon brothers on. Eventually fatigue worn on both parties, and once the onis called it quits Ames let out a heavy sigh and swiftly removed the cloak she'd bought earlier, pulling on the neck of her clothes in a meager attempt to get some air flow. "Phew," she breathed. Ames grinned at Mags and elbowed the girl. "Nice moves. Those guys were pretty awesome too, I was surprised!" Suddenly a meaty bone was being shoved in her direction, and Ames took it without thinking. Once the blue oni backed off, seeming pleased, Ames looked down at what was in her hands. A rib from that bear... with raw meat on it. With the way her perception worked in the game, it actually looked pretty good. If she had the realism setting on, she'd surely be more disgusted by it. "Ehm, thanks," she told the blue oni. Did this mean they were all friends now? Did the demons even have the mental capacity to feign friendship, then turn around and backstab them? Ames doubted it, they seemed the more straight forward types... Aw man, if we're friendly I'm gonna feel weird taking something for free. While Mags went to town eating the meat, Ames nibbled at it, thinking. A metaphorical lightbulb appeared over her head after a moment and she rummaged around her her item pouch, pulling the halberd from it. "Is this okay?" he offered the weapon to the three oni, the handle side pointing towards them. It wasn't really an impressive weapon or anything, but it was a gift for a gift. Ames brought the meat back up to her mouth and was about to take a larger bite when she thought, I should probably ask someone if this is actually safe.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:887/900 MP:958/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage lv.39 Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Ow. Catgirl thrown straight into him. Well. Not really ow. More like a light impact. Scratch damage, if that. Though a quick check of the party's HP bars showed that the impact against him had damn near killed Ari outright, taking over half her health. Well, shit. She only had two HP. Wait, she only had two HP. That counted as minimal damage were he to deal the last two, right? He couldn't enable friendly fire in combat, but afterwards...well, maybe. The others would probably get pissed, even though at this rate, Ari would get herself killed no matter what. Though killing this centipede would almost definitely give her enough experience to level to a point where he couldn't pull this shit, so really, this entire train of thought was an exercise in futility. On the bright side, now that the centipede was paralyzed, Lew and Raime looked like they were going to town on the motherfucker. Time to contribute. He'd burned nearly 200 MP by now, and while that wasn't even a fifth of his mana pool, that was still a lot for just one monster. Better to start easing up and save some juice for later. With that in mind, Amulak whipped up a Magic Bolt and souped it up with Mana Control before letting the now old standby fly at the monster. "Making twenty year old reference not clever, Lew! Reference humor not funny!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450 _________________ with [@OwO] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 42 (510) MP – 50 (500) SP – 42 (450) STR – 42 (61) AGI – 40 (50) END – 35 (39) DEX – 42 (52) LUC – 43 (51) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 3883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Wargtooth Halberd * Ankle Bells * Common Health Potion x4 Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ They liked it! Ames was close to giggling, watching the onis compete over the weapon she'd handed over. It was good that they were satisfied with it, and hopefully she could get away with not eating a ton of the bear meat now. After a brief message to the rest of the party, Raime advised her not to eat meat raw. It was too late for Mags but whatever. Ames didn't want to get sick in a freaking videogame. Her safety nibbles told her all she needed to know about the meat anyway: it was super fizzy and weird tasting. Soon after the oni decided on which would take the halberd, they sliced up the meat and departed. Their leader seemed to be indicating for the two humans to follow them. Ames looked over at Magpie. "We're gonna follow them, right?" she asked, already expecting that Mags would be down down for that. The demons were surprisingly nice, and judging from the wounds on their body - now healed - they were tough too. The screams of other Immortals sometimes echoed in the grove still, and a few of the comments from the rest of their separated party made it seem like the area was beyond dangerous... but that hadn't been her and Mags' experience so far. Sticking with the oni was probably a safe choice, as backward as that seemed. So Ames picked up one of the hunks of meat, tossing the other to Magpie as she followed along after their much larger companions. There was no way she'd abandon a new, exotic friendship so quickly after all. "I wonder if there's a language learning shortcut in the game, or you just have to do it the hard way," the warrior mused conversationally.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(7/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She was already deep in it now. Her attacks just bounced off the armor, probably due to her low strength and relatively low weight of the iron chains. But there was no time to think, not when that thing far outstrips her in speed. Ari did not retract the chain as it bounced off, instead letting its momentum carry it upwards, wrapping around the branches above her. Following the movement of the chains, she pulled herself upwards as she unfurled its full length, dislodging it from the branches and spinning rapidly as she fell down, smashing the centipede with the combined strengths of her own spinning, gravity and speed.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:887/900 MP:1046/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Alright, this was starting to get slightly ridiculous. At the rate they were pouring damage into this monster, it should've been dead by now. That, and the amount of damage Lugh was taking was starting to pile up far too much. Screw it, then. No more half measures. Hopefully, this was on the upper end of what Thunderstruck Grove had to offer, because they were utterly boned if this was average for the zone. Amulak manuevered himself to have a clear shot of the crack he and Lugh had made in the centipede's armor, already starting to cast. A fully-juiced, Mana Controlled Spell Spear came surging through the air, aiming to pierce straight into the hole in the centipede monster's side. "You doing very good, Lugh! Just keep getting shit kicked in while we finish monster off!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- Raime only gave the obvious trap a deadpan look. Among the countless undead, abominations, bandits, and other nasty things that lurked in the mist. There was no possible way for an infant to be left alone in a place like Thunderstruck Grove and expect it to live longer than a minute; what more a whole day? "I think our little hunt for players at low health is a bust." He knew what had to be done. Raime was a little disappointed that he wouldn't be able to play longer but he did make a deal with the caster. No kids dead as long as he provides him a person to kill. He knew that thing wasn't even a kid but, if he didn't do this, his companion might be unable to hold off his urge to murder the 'helpless' child and likely cause both their deaths. Raime would rather only one of them die in this fool's errand of fulfilling class requirements. Swallowing his pride, he turned to face the caster. "The chances of our survival are absurdly low. Even less if we fall for that trap over there." He uses his head to gesture to the not baby. "How about we call it quits on finding low health players or bandits and I just let you kill me? I promised you a corpse. Well, here is the opportunity." He says before going to a seiza. "So how we gonna do this? You gonna strangle me or maybe you break my neck?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) -Taking Ranger Class- HP – 2(3/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Scratching her head, she looked glumly at the list of jobs on the stone. Ari didn't really want to get one that she didn't feel like playing, but apparently she was supposed to have one. "Ah this ranger thing has stealth in it huh? I'll pick that one then." Looking past the list, it was also stated to have traps in it. A good start she suppose. Ninja was supposed to be stealthy, strong, fast and able to make their own gears. For now, she would have to see what she can do first. Traps would really help a lot. Getting stronger would be great, as well as gathering some poison now that she had a taste of the stronger creatures to be found. She read somewhere that very brightly colored creatures were the ones to look for for poison. All these knives would be great poisoned. As well as her twin kodachi. Twin kodachi? "Oh, that's right. Lew? What happened to my other sword?"</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:815/900 MP:1000/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level. "Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players. "I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?" What came after, though... It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere. "Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision. "I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- Raymond managed to arrive at the train station in just under ten minutes, a new personal record if he bothered to record it, but irrelevant to the task at hand. Though, he was quite glad that it was off-season and the station hadn't as many tourists or visitors arriving or leaving the town. Made maneuvering through the alleys and sidestreets far easier and there were fewer people that would have known his screw-up. It didn't take an expert psychologist to know that Raymond was nervous about seeing his significant other that he accidentally wronged, but he was determined to make things right...or at least as of right as an apology, flowers, and sweets could. Hopefully, that would be enough. He really didn't want to do the puppy eyes in public. But, if worse comes to worst, he wouldn't hold back. He knew that Charlie couldn't stay mad at him while making a fool of himself. It was a tried and tested maneuver whenever she was sad or upset...but what if doesn't work this time around? A dozen 'what if' questions popped up inside his head. He began thinking about it in a similar manner to a logistical problem in the kitchen. Attempting to find efficient workarounds and making the best of a situation. In the process, he hadn't realized that he had stopped in his tracks while making his way through the station to the waiting area. His mind working hard in its attempts to produce a proper course of action if the whole 'act like a dumbass' didn't do the job well enough. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the passerbys, giving the man looks. Varying from looks of open confusion to slightly amused ones. That is until a flick to the forehead brought Raymond back to reality. There stood before him was none other than Charlotte with a bemused smirk on her face. His mind went blank as he didn't account for her interacting with him first. "Uhh...I-I got you some stuff." He says as he holds up the peace offerings. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, fuck it. If the dude was gonna be a dick about things, Mags would just not care about forfeiting her life to possible PK. If it was some sort of tabletop RPG, she'd have to roll some substat or something for being intimidated. This wasn't a tabletop RPG. This was another person trying to intimidate another person in a world where pain was dulled for all except morons and death just meant you lost some time. Even if she was technically a noob by the standards of everyone else, she still had her ego. She wasn't about to let some random walk all over her. "Yea, like I said, we meandered in." Mags said, still technically being right about it. "Don't know where they are. Maybe we're just too much of fuckin' noobs to see them." A steep bitterness came out with the delivery. Still, she was telling the truth. Mags wasn't actually following where they went. She was too busy relishing in how fucking cool Rashasta was. "Try being less of an ass? Probably help you find what you're looking for." Again, a third truth. If shit went south, Mags would die as she lived: being a gremlin.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:865/950 MP:1075/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 800 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 53 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common Ah, yes. Patches. Real trustworthy name. Thankfully, they couldn't exactly kill each other while in the same party, and dropping party immediately would at least tip Amulak off and give him enough time to react. Though currently, that point was moot. Trash mobs. Great. Literally only a hundred meters to the exit, and they get stuck with a massive wave of these fucks. Even with AoE spells, there were so many that he doubted either he or Patches had enough juice to take them all out in a stand-up fight. Of course, the passage ahead being sealed now seriously didn't help. ...Fuck it. They were steps away from the goal. And it didn't matter what condition they made it in, so long as they got there. Amulak grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on Raime's corpse with one hand while raising his staff in the other. "Very close to end. Get cocksucker ghosts off us, clear blockade after. We go big dick, yes? I gather them up. You knock them down." He said, conjuring a Magical Mine at the base of the rubble blocking the way before starting a ten-word chant as he prepared an Arcane Vortex. A Mana Control boosted the magical storm as he aimed it at the center of the largest concentration of mobs he saw. Of course, he had a Plan B, but hopefully he wouldn't need to enact it. Hopefully.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(13/50) MP – 5(10/50) SP – 10(80/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt.Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end.Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Almost as soon as Lugh went down, Ari turned tails immediately. She had neither skill, technique, nor strength to take them now currently, and she had no interest in going to the void again. Well she got further than she did last time, so that was something to be excited about. Perhaps she could take all the bronze stuff later on too. But where did she have to run to? Going back into where they came from would probably just drown her again, so the only other obvious choice was.... The palace, far from this area. Perhaps she can find somewhere to hide first too or get into it somehow, if the door was locked or barred. Going to try the door first to be safe; she had read far too much stuff where the door wasn't even locked as the protag tried to puzzle their way around it.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 29 HP: 341/341 SP: 300/300 MP: 30/30 (300) + 10 + 10% (300) + 0 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 121 (100) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 55 (50) + 10% \| END – 42 (40) + 5% \| DEX – 40 (40) \| LUC – 11 (11) Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: No Helmet Beasthide Gown - Common Armor Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR When picked up, Mags didn't move. Well, she did. Her entire body was lifted by her collar. However, Mags didn't even make an attempt at resisting it. Instead, she locked up her body with her arms crossed. She mimicked an unanimated model as she was held and threatened. She didn't really react to him besides giving him some narrowed disinterest. If she got pasted on a ceiling, she'd just play another game or some shit. She was dropped to the ground no worse for wear, still refusing to move her body in any meaningful way. But twenty hours? Just twenty grinding mobs? And he was this salty? What kind of gamers were these? "Did he just sniff your mouth?" She asked Ames in an aside. Gross. Who did that? Even if it was a virtual game, that was pretty much on par with "/em sniffs your hair." Man, who were these digital weirdos, Mags thought to herself as she called the kettle black. Still, at least the shapeshifter and tattooed woman seemed to be nice people. "Well, good luck with your daycare service. God knows you'll need it." She told him. Mags didn't really care about asking to join them in hunting down oni. Not out of reverence from beer guts and beefy arms, though. More that she just didn't feel like associating people who got salted after only 20 hours of grinding. That was baby shit.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:865/950 MP:860/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 800 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 53 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common God damn, but there were just too many. He hadn't cast Arcane Vortex that many times during his previous grind, but from what experience he did have with it, it had never been this utterly clogged with bodies before. There were clearly more than either he or Patches had thought. On one hand, they'd probably come out with a metric ton of experience points from this fight. On the other hand, at the rate this was going, they might actually just be swarmed in bodies and taken down despite the amount of AoE they were packing. And to make matters worse, five of the bastards had actually managed to juke Patches and come for both Amulak and Patches's body. Well, shit. At least he had an answer for this. A crappy and wasteful one, but at this range, he didn't have the time to chant ten words for an Arcane Vortex. Six words later, five Seeker Chains shot out from Amulak's staff, three binding around the ghosts that were rushing the mage himself while the other two aimed to lock down the ones going for the fresh body. "Ghosts are slipping through, trusty Patches!" Amulak yelled over the commotion of the battle, hoping his Arcane Vortex would hold long enough for him to start casting another one. "I do not have enough juice to both AoE and lock down stragglers! Now would be very good time to cleave harder!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 156 (130) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% STA/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Now back in the Thunderstruck Grove, Mags--alongside a light party this time around--managed to find herself in a familiar scene. Momentarily hidden from a pack of oni who had completed a hunt. Instantly, she began to whisper orders to the others. Not out of leadership, however. More out of a general malice towards the concept of organization. "Klein," she began as she turned to him, "86 on my lead and pop 'em." She turned to the remaining two IRL-men in the party."Raime, approach and take the juicers. Amulak, don't let Raime take the juicers." Finally, she turned to Ames: "After all we've been though, am I really going to attack these oni?" Before Ames (or any of the party, really) could respond, Mags was already charging the oni by herself. She had a basic idea in her mind of the impending fight. She'd punch the shit out of one of them. That was her true master plan. Choosing the closest one, Mags went for a flurry of blows. Well, it was the Power Hour and she unloaded every bit of her SP into the attack. Every single ounce. All 100% for 20 punches. She could probably generate enough SP afterwards so it wasn't a horrible idea. Probably.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 682/682 --- Raime was a little disheartened by how few supplies he was able to purchase. At least the apothecary was kind enough to explain that the herbs he had harvested were pretty common and didn't fetch a high price. Regardless, his pocket was considerably lighter now and he had fourteen vials of instant-healing juice. Now he can finally actually play the role of support aside from being the ranged physical DPS. Good thing too, as the rest didn't need to shop for supplies as he did and were ready to go back to the grove. Admittedly, navigating the area the second time was less difficult than that of yesterday's journey. They even managed to spot five pale heavily damaged onis distracted by their gorging on the animal carcass. Mags whispered orders and bolted off without a second notice. "...just call me out if you need quick healing." The scout said to the rest of the party before following their foolhardy leader headlong into the fight. Engaging the oni and activating [Zoned In], the scout turned human rocket took advantage of the surprise attack and slowed perception of time by taking potshots at the unsuspecting five's knee joints with his newly acquired bow, aiming to harm and disable their movements to further give the melee-oriented characters advantage. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 30 + 10% = 682 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 10% + 20% = 84 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 14 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 ---</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1000/1000 MP:1440/1440 SP: 216/216 HP – 850 (+150) MP – 1150 (+50) SP – 180 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 60 END – 55 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon As much as Amulak would have liked to test out his new Nuclei, he'd sort of forgotten to bring it up with the rest of his friends. Considering Weishaupt needed a "willing" host, he would've had to explain the creepy burrowing centipede first and that it needed to go inside them for full effect. An awkward conversation that'd be best put off for when they weren't in the field. Mags whispered orders to them, but considering the contradictory nature of what she'd said to both him and Raime, he was just going to blow it off as a joke and do his own thing. Five more levels to go until he could start pumping Necromancer. Oh, was he motivated to waste these Oni. It was in the interest of convenience that he decided to just go apeshit with the AoE spells from the start. Screw it. He had more MP than ever, and enough regen to sustain it for a while. "Give me XP stupid fucks I want to summon skeletons," Amulak chanted ten words, conjuring a Mana Boosted Arcane Vortex smack dab in the middle of the crowd of five Oni. (-120 MP)</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 274/610 - MP: 610/610 - SP: 610/610 _________________ [] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 42 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 1 Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3 Attributes: HP – 42 (610) MP – 61 (610) SP – 58 (610) STR – 50 (65) AGI – 50 (55) END – 47 (57) DEX – 50 (60) LUC – 50 (58) Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. Funds: 13883 Rishi, 5 Silver, 24 Bronze Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Wig of Thorns * Half-Helm of the Vanquished Equipment * Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C + No extra effect. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: * Shoes: * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Before the impact, Ames landed with her feet firmly planted, dispersing dust and loose earth from the ground. She still had her shield held tight in her grip, still brought up in front of her as if she expected a follow up blow. She peeked out from above the buckler, glaring at the monster. These worm-infested things were tough, and the nature of their existence was downright chilling, but more than anything right now they were annoyingly difficult to deal with. She'd hoped that the flames of her weapon would be able to dispatch them quick enough, but they moved so quickly, like they were still alive. Plus, after seeing the fire and getting over their initial hesitance, the creatures endured it's burn. Was this the power of thousands of little brains working together? Maybe it would be interesting to someone else, but to Ames it was just revolting. The oni turned away once Raime kept his promise and drew it's attention, and so Ames moved. Her eyes flitted to a space on the ground a little farther away where her only weapon was lying, the flames that wreathed it flickering and already dying out. Well, crap. There goes one advantage. Still she run towards it, stumbling when the third oni finally reconnected with the earth with explosive force. She turned towards the impact site, shielding her eyes from loose chunks of debris that managed to reach her. After a few seconds of staring Ames redoubled her efforts, scrambling to her sword and snatching it up in her hand. She saw Raime disengage, grateful that he left her a little covering fire as he ran towards where Amulak and Klein... well, hopefully they weren't dead. If they weren't they'd definitely need the help. Re-equipped, Ames stood and parepared to lash out at the oni. It was wounded and distracted, and she hoped she could finish it off even without the benefit of a flaming weapon. She had to be fast or it would just block her again. Her Combat Stance shifted, increasing her DEX. The fastest way to kill it... even if it was controlled by worms, would decapitation work? It had worked for Mags hadn't it? Ames flicked the blade up, seeking the monster's neck.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 76/506 SP: 153/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 202 (130) + 45 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, she managed to get away from the oni. Turns out, they weren't quite as fast on their stumps as they were as their legs. She managed to make enough space to live, at least. Her health was low enough that making any sort of risky play was dangerous. It didn't help that the worms inhabited corpses. Having a possessed corpse Mags running down the rest of her allies was unlikely to help anything, so a suicide play was less apropos. That was, however, if her corpse lingered instead of being digitized. It wasn't exactly something she was willing to test right now. So instead of ruining another tool, she just picked up some rocks to hork at the spin kicking oni. She wasn't going to lose her pickaxe. Not yet, anyways. She would hold a funeral for her shovel at some point.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:414/1000 MP:999/1440 SP: 216/216 HP – 850 (+150) MP – 1150 (+50) SP – 180 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 60 END – 55 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon He'd realized he was fucked from the moment he'd felt something on his ankle. Careening face first into the ground just confirmed it. He was about to eat complete shit. And as the meteor impacted, that turned out to be completely true. Pain. Despite having his pain threshold settings turned down, the impact still hurt like hell. Seeing the damage done to his health bar was thankfully not as bad. All that, and it had only taken out half his HP? Fuck it. He still had enough to keep going for now. Of course, that didn't change the fact that his legs were trapped under rubble. Crap. And to make things worse, the mines weren't armed yet. The oni was right on top of them, presumably looking for him, but clearly hadn't found anything yet. Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation. Amulak went limp, playing dead. Three seconds until the mines went off. Even if the oni saw him, it'd still need to take time to wonder if he was out of the fight, and that'd hopefully be enough for his spell to detonate.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(50/50) MP – 5(50/50) SP – 10(100/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 78750 R,Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end, 30m hemp rope, 4 pronged hook, Waterproof lantern, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Bortz could take it if the oni blasted his back, right? He seemed strong enough, and Ari doubted the bear would be as severely affected as she would be if the oni blasted them instead of Ari. But to run, or attack the charging up oni to prevent it from blasting either? "Bortz, I'm leaping off you!" That wasn't the only choice presented to her, and certainly not the first course of action she thought of. Giving a small hop to firmly plant her feet onto Bortz back, with a hand grabbing onto his shoulders and another around the turtle shield, she leapt off of him instead, shield now presented forwards as the Maneater curved towards the first oni's eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 42 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Even with the rough tumbling onto Amulak and Klein, Mags didn't really apologize for anything as she got up. Really, if Klein didn't want to be thrown, he wouldn't have fallen into Mags. If Amulak didn't want to have Klein thrown into him, he shouldn't of stood in the way. With a sweaty huff, she looked around her new surroundings. Magma, eggs pods, and heat. That's what there was. "We're in a brood pit." She said as she approached one of the eggs. What did this all remind her of... It reminded her of something but she could barely place it. It was some old movie she watched years ago with her dad. As Ames poked around at one and became panicked over what was inside, Mags took Raime's advice to heart and did the exact opposite. She remembered the film like a bolt of lightning. With a quick spin, she turned to the rest of the group with her hands on her face. Mimicking a spider-like creature, her palms blocked her mouth while her fingers gripped the sides of her face and thumbs mimicked a tail. Jokingly muffled yelps of fright came out of her as she fought with this self-made parasitoid threat.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common The climb down was about as treacherous as the climb back up would be a complete bitch. Amulak inched down as slowly and carefully as he could, trying as hard he could not to fall. And then Klein cocked it all up. "Aw, fu-" Was all Amulak could get out before Klein crashed into him, sending them both tumbling down the tunnel. If the scrapes and stumbles weren't enough, the fact that both Klein and Mags somehow managed to land on top of him was the icing on the shit cake. Regardless, after everyone had recovered, they'd moved on into the cavern proper. What Amulak saw before them wasn't encouraging. For their well-being, at least. In terms of finding Lew and the lamias, it was very encouraging. "Mags is correct. This place look like shit pit. Snake girls have probably killed Lew by now, yes? Considering it looks like they store young here, very likely to be very territorial. We are probably fucked in ass if they find us down here." Another glance over at Magpie had him snorting. That did remind him of...uh...shit. That one American movie with the aliens. Whatever it was. Still, it was funny. "Could do that for real for you with Weisshaupt, if you want."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 860/860 - MP: 660/660 - SP: 710/710 _________________ [] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 0 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ "Stop joking around or we'll end up just like him, I don't wanna get eaten by a snake," Ames harshly whispered. She was still on edge while everyone but Raime goofed off. She didn't even know what Mags was getting at, probably some extremely dated reference to something. Staring at the egg, she could see something continue to poke out from the inside. She shuddered. Weird little snake monster... at least, she didn't think it could be anything but a weird little snake monster. The longer Ames looked at it pushing against the soft shell, the more nervous she got about being discovered there when the parents got back. She was made thoroughly uncomfortable by all the party's comments. At the suggestion of leaving, she nodded her head and starting backing up the way they came. "Yeah, let's try another cavern... if those eggs hatch and they start calling for their moms..." Ames didn't finish her comment. Snakes she could handle, snake monsters probably, but for some reason the thought of slimy little baby snakes shook her up. What if the mother lamias would catch them and feed them to the babies once they hatched? What if the babies didn't have control of their venom and they could just soak them all in agonizing poison? All unpleasant options that filtered into her thoughts as she glanced back at the steep tunnel. "I feel like I might be able to get back up with the sandals I bought, but what about you guys? Think there's a different way?"</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 42 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Well, her joke got an appropriate level of response. On the topic of escape, Mags gave a good nod. As much as she was curious on what would happen, she didn't really want to be boiled alive. Her health pool was already pretty low from her bad decisions. "This looks like a job for me." Using her brutish strength and her pickaxe, she began to cut footholds into the steep drop down. Really, it was just like climbing a mountain. Not that Mags had ever done that, so her attempts were pretty clumsy. Kind of like an ape bashing a spike into a wall. She was born and raised in flat land, after all. After she managed to raise herself a foot off the ground, she dropped back down to the ground. "I could try to throw some of you guys up." Truly, she was the genius of a generation.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:1030/1030 MP:1490/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Well, shit. Yeah, forget this. Lew probably got his dumb ass killed trying to get snake girl coochie down here. There was no point in the entire rest of the group eating a 24 hour respawn timer via volcanic eruption to look for the guy. "Very much agree with us fucking off out of here. Would be funny story to tell Lew we had total party wipe looking for him, but respawn timer sucks." Amulak nodded his agreement to the others, wincing as he beheld the long, arduous climb back up. Mags's idea was ass-brained, honestly. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. Instead, Amulak saved his energy for starting to try to climb back up as best he could. It really was a shame the mage spell list had absolutely nothing useful for this situation. "Climb, fuckers!" He yelled back towards the others as he started making the ascent. "I do not want to find out what eruption feels like! We yell at Lew when we get out!"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 661/661 \| MP: 567/567 \| SP: 630/630 --- "It's not just me and Amulak. The others are waiting nearby. I'll go message them that you're ok and you want us to meet some folks you met." Raime says in a calmer tone than before going to party chat to see Ames' message. Turning back to face the katana wielding man, Raime asks about the missing children and the lamias that took them. Lugh has been in the Blasphemed Tunnels for so long he didn't even know that a war was about to happen in Nyu-Taro. Chances are that he'd know a thing about the disappearances and the snake reptoid people responsible for the abductions. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance irl. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 420 + 20 + 30 + 30% = [661] [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 420 + 5% + 30% = 567 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 420 + 30 + 10% + 30% = 630 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 60 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 3 + 10% = 75 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 30 + 5 = 35 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 2 + 5% = 65 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 16 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.40 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 5% SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. * [Quickstep] – Active skill. 5% SP cost. Leap in any direction at speeds equal to [AGI + SP consumed], ignoring prior momentum. Contact with a surface is required. * [Detect] - Active Skill. 20% SP cost. Sharpen all five senses to detect the presence of hidden enemies or traps in the area around you. Range and effectiveness increases with SP consumed. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Fishscale Vest UC * +30 HP * +3 AGI * +2 DEX * +10% Movement Speed in water Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC =[UNUSABLE]= * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Adventurer's Sword C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Wriggling Omamori C * +20 HP * +5 END Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: [Jewel of the Valiant, Claiomh Solais] Type Arms, First Stage +30% HP, +30% MP, +30% SP A black-crusted armor that covers the left arm, inscribed with large runic symbols. Upon activation of the Nuclei's skills, the runes, as well as the volcano-esque cracks within the armor, fill with a brilliant white light, while the hand transforms into a cannon. God-Searing Light [Active.] Enter Charging Stance, transforming armor into arm cannon. In this stance, consume any amount of HP, MP, and SP equally. Once charging is complete, incant the skill's name to fire a beam that deals undefendable damage proportionate to the amount of HP, MP, and SP consumed to the first enemy it strikes. This beam moves at the speed of light. Traveling a maximum of 5000 meters and has a diameter of 10 centimeters. The beam ignores all normal physical and arcane obstructions. Once used, this skill goes on cooldown for one hour. Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 07/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 2 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 * Traveller's Clothes (Gray) x 1 * Wargtooth Dagger C 1 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 48 HP: 199/506 SP: 337/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR "Yea, we can meet up with them." Mags said with a shrug. "We're already wasting time doing nothing." Thus began Mags' ape-ish stealth movements across the ruins. Her movements were... a bit extra. Rather than simply sneaking across the dilapidated stones and overgrown roots, she moved with the intent of a chubby elementary schooler who was addicted to stealth action games. She rolled between rocks, leapt between cover, and crawled on the ground like some sort of snake. Really, she could have just walked the entire way. Moving like a normal person was generally stealthy enough.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:653/1030 MP:1401/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Amulak just sighed again, his level of mald decreasing ever so slowly. On the bright side, at least there wasn't anything seriously wrong with his good buddy. On the still fucking annoying side... "Lew, the last time we see you, you throw huge bitchfit and cut all contact. No shit we were somewhat concerned." The necromancer groused, shaking his head. "In any case, you good now? Looks like you calm. If yes, sure, I'm good to do quest. Finally, can get some xp out of this shitshow of session." He swapped to party chat, reading it over briefly before chiming in with a message of his own. [Amulak]: the fucker's fine [Amulak]: I dunno whether to be saltier at the NPC for sending us on a literal nothingburger quest or at Lew for being like this in the first place [Amulak]: the last time we spoke to this clown he raged out for a minute about something none of us knew anything about and went dark [Amulak]: fuck me</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 661/661 \| MP: 567/567 \| SP: 630/630 --- "Apologies, it was not my intention to confuse." Raime said with a practiced smile. The very same kind of smile to fool any out-of-town folk for a sincere one. He'd have to play along with the lamias...for now. While they held the advantage of having the children hidden away somewhere, they were in no position to attack. Though the idea of cooperating with some of the Grove's unholy denizens instead of stopping whatever nefarious plan just reeked of treachery. He can already imagine the reptoid in the black kimono say something along the lines of 'You puppets have outlived your usefulness.' and attacking the party when they were at their weakest after killing the goat men. But he had little choice on the matter. "Our party can certainly try, but I do believe we have yet to discuss the matter of incentive. Specifically for the risk and effort needed for the task." If they were going to help these evil serpentine reptoid bastards in gaining more land, they'd damn well better be compensated for it. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance irl. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 420 + 20 + 30 + 30% = [661] [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 420 + 5% + 30% = 567 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 420 + 30 + 10% + 30% = 630 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 60 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 3 + 10% = 75 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 30 + 5 = 35 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 2 + 5% = 65 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 16 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.40 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 5% SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. * [Quickstep] – Active skill. 5% SP cost. Leap in any direction at speeds equal to [AGI + SP consumed], ignoring prior momentum. Contact with a surface is required. * [Detect] - Active Skill. 20% SP cost. Sharpen all five senses to detect the presence of hidden enemies or traps in the area around you. Range and effectiveness increases with SP consumed. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Fishscale Vest UC * +30 HP * +3 AGI * +2 DEX * +10% Movement Speed in water Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC =[UNUSABLE]= * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Adventurer's Sword C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Wriggling Omamori C * +20 HP * +5 END Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: [Jewel of the Valiant, Claiomh Solais] Type Arms, First Stage +30% HP, +30% MP, +30% SP A black-crusted armor that covers the left arm, inscribed with large runic symbols. Upon activation of the Nuclei's skills, the runes, as well as the volcano-esque cracks within the armor, fill with a brilliant white light, while the hand transforms into a cannon. God-Searing Light [Active.] Enter Charging Stance, transforming armor into arm cannon. In this stance, consume any amount of HP, MP, and SP equally. Once charging is complete, incant the skill's name to fire a beam that deals undefendable damage proportionate to the amount of HP, MP, and SP consumed to the first enemy it strikes. This beam moves at the speed of light. Traveling a maximum of 5000 meters and has a diameter of 10 centimeters. The beam ignores all normal physical and arcane obstructions. Once used, this skill goes on cooldown for one hour. Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 07/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 2 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 * Traveller's Clothes (Gray) x 1 * Wargtooth Dagger C 1 ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 48 HP: 199/506 SP: 337/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 40 (30) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Oni? These lamia hated oni? That was news to her. The ones she met on the surface weren't that bad. Sure, they had a little tub going on and they smoked some horrible things, but they were pretty reasonable people all things considered. Though, like the snake woman implied, there could have been some other bad groups. Maybe it was just the ones underground that had the evil imbred into them. Maybe it was a misunderstanding from hundreds of years ago. Or it could have been something else. It could have been good old fashioned racism. Actually, was it racism? Mags hated shrimp. If there was some hyper evolved, intelligent shrimp people, she'd probably hate them too. That was food for her bizarre, deranged thoughts. She turned to Ames again. "What do you think about doing this, oh mighty Zoltar?" Mags was mostly on team booba already. She also lacked a moral compass when it came to 1s and 0s, so she'd swing either way.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:653/1030 MP:1426/1490 SP:336/336 HP – 880 (+150) MP – 1200 (+50) SP – 300 (+30) STR – 50 AGI – 65 END – 60 (+5) DEX – 50 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 1 common Antidotes: 1 common Annnnnd there it was. Lew befriended snake anthro NPCs. Of course. Didn't explain why he was being so weird about it, but Stanislaw assumed the fucker was just larping really hard. Or, well, since they were in-game, just RPing. Raime's chat provided an alternate explanation. Sure, Lew/Lugh could be brainwashed. It was certainly a possibility. But in his own mind, it was equally as likely the dramatic little clown was just putting on a show. Ugh. The whole matter with the adult tracks didn't help, either. Unbeknowst to Amulak, his thoughts mirrored Klein's. What the fuck were they still doing here? They had xp and loot to grind for, damn it. "Incentive is sounding good, yes." Juxtaposed with the fact that he was entirely capable of using perfect English in text, it was looking more and more likely that Amulak's heavy dialect and diction was put upon purely for shits and giggles. "We risk own behinds for your benefit, is only fair we receive some kind of commensurate reward, yes? No one in world ever do something for free, unless it for family."</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 3060/3060 --- To be honest, the Mora-Sho was one of Leif's least favorite factions. They were the underdogs of the war, weak and crippled with low expectations of winning. Their lore was also edgy as fuck, seeing as they were corpsefuckers and all that. Probably smell, too, not that Leif had any right to complain about it since he smelled like wet dog most of the time. As far as Leif was concerned, he was more interested joining one of the more popular factions, one where he would get recognition from all. Still, seeing that the small majority of the group leaned towards working for the Mora-Sho, Leif decided to hop on the bandwagon at least for now. A few of his friends were excited about the faction, and it wasn't his place to tell them their choice was wrong or anything. Leif was a bit worried about if his Shaman powers would diminish if he joined the Mora-Sho given the implications of his class clashing with that of the faction. Don't druids hate necromancers, anyway? Leif wasn't too worried about it, however, seeing as it'd be more of a reason to reset from here. If he knew he didn't have to be a shaman from the start, he would've taken that option long ago. Could've taken some sick-ass Wuxia shit or something, maybe go into full magic seeing as there was only a whopping one mage in the party. It'd mean starting from the beginning again, but it wasn't like grinding was too much of a slog for Leif. At this point of his schooling, he's starting to realize trying to maintain a good GPA was mostly a waste of time anyway. Having more time for his hobbies wouldn't necessarily hurt. Once they made it to the camp, Leif cringed a little at the skeletons dancing, and even more at the tryhard sign. Faction was really starting to give him some sweaty vibes, especially with a squeaker at the front desk. That aside, the clan's aesthetic wasn't actually all that bad in all honesty. Still wasn't a clan Leif felt like swearing himself off to yet, but it wasn't too unbearable. "Hell yeah we are! Fucking shit up is our specialty." Leif said as he looked up to the kid, with a cocky grin, before crossing his arms and getting straight to the point. "We're looking for work as mercs for now. We aren't looking to tie ourselves down just yet. I'm not a fan of commitment, if you know what I mean." Leif giggled, knowing with confidence that the kid does not know what he means. "But nah, we're just here since the other clans are full of weak-as-shit noobs. Don't want them dragging us down or anything. They probably play with automatic combat on, those fucking casuals..."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect With their path decided by the one person who decided to suggest something (as many paths are decided), the gang went to join up with the Mora-Sho. Mags wasn't exactly a Rise Deadman type like Amulak nor was she a logistics icon like Ames. Her value to the Mora-Sho would lie almost exactly with her stats. She could probably punch holes through people at this point. It would make her a good soldier. Plus, if she died, her dead body could probably be used to punch more holes. Though, she'd prefer not to die during this event. She wanted loot, after all. With the rest of the gang approaching the familiar talis-man, Mags had no reason to converse. 3 of them were already talking to him. Would be a bit weird to mindflood him with her asking the exact same thing. She just took the position of the group's muscle. She looked menacing. Well, as menacing as a woman without pants unable to reach 5' could be. She was just emitting negative waves for the man to collect. She could have brought up the man saying see you never to them, but he'd probably not remember and she'd just look like a massive loser for bringing it up.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5040/5040 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Well, shit. Amulak hadn't realized he was the only one with a concrete plan of action in mind on what to do. While that was a relief for him getting what he wanted, he couldn't help but feel like a bit of a dick for having the group go his way. Oh, well. If there was a problem, someone would vocalize it eventually and they could work it out. Probably. It was the current year, would someone really be enough of a passive-aggresive dickhead to keep their issues to themselves until shit boiled over? Naaaaaah. Everything leading up to the recruitment office reinforced the belief that at the very least, the Mora-Sho were definitely the clan for Amulak himself. The sign was fucking hilarious on its own. The recruitment officer just had Amulak nodding and grinning. "Of course I am!" Amulak cackled Slavically. "Want to start getting into world PvP, not just arena. You have initiation test or some shit?"</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele ligma HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 3060/3060 --- The rugged mountainside and the wide plains were both a sight for sore eyes for Leif, who had quickly found a way to tie his bike into their schemes. While hunting and tracking down other players would be a bit of a headache for the average Immortal, it was here where Leif's abilities as a Wolf Shaman would truly shine. One of the wolf's strongest aspects was their sense of smell, after all, and Leif was able to tap into that ability perfectly, capable of snuffing out the weak and the bloodied for his pals to make quick work of. Not only that, but the terrain was perfect for Leif to show off the limits of his new toy to his friends. "If we're going too fast, just hold on tight, Ames!" Leif hollered to his passenger as he procured a handful of lotus roots. They were simple mana restorative herbs scavenged in the Pearl Bloom, and served both as a nice snack as well as a good way to keep his mana stores decent in distance rides. He would need them to be ready for combat, after all, seeing as he was about to chew up a good portion of his MP with what he's about to do. Shoving some of the roots in his mouth, Leif revved up Arion's engines as he prepared for his trek throughout the mountains and into the plains. At an instant, the lower half of Leif's face morphed into that of a wolf's snout, the Shaman letting out an excited howl before accelerating at an instant. The scent of blood filled his nostrils as he quickly caught onto many different trails, following those of the most bloodied. The plan was simple: ride around a perimeter of the designated PvP zone, getting as much trails as he could, before closing in on those who are particularly low on HP. Ganking those who are already weaker would be easy earnings for the gang seeing as their only goal is to kill the supply runners for their loot. And if they happen to come across any other Mora-Sho, it'd be good to coordinate with them to learn of any other easy pickings in the area, as well as any threats they'd need to keep an eye out for. Of course, the main downside to this plan was that Leif would end up with heavily reduced MP in whatever fight they find themselves in, but it didn't matter too much to him. Even without MP, he was still capable of holding out his own due to the sheer versatility the Shaman class had to offer him. If anything, he'd be just as useful barking out orders as he would be blasting the few spells he has to his team. Perhaps he should figure out ways to boss his pals around more easily...</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect Supply chains were an important part of war. At least, that's what Mags thought. Read in an internet comment on some site, rather. She wasn't exactly a strategic mastermind or logistician. What she did have, however, was a stupid ape amount of strength condensed into a miniscule body. Plus, she had a lot of crowd control. Where Raime had poison applied to the group's weapons, Mags had a protein shake for herself. Her own strategy was simple enough. Find and intercept a group for the rest of the party. Once she found them, she would flex her brain then go for a sanguine burst that would knock everything around her prone and smash the face of whoever looked like a healer. Or, at the very least, whoever looked like they could be one shot. Mags' brutal strength alongside her humanoid damage increases would allow her to brutalize someone quickly and efficiently. Unfortunately, that brutal strength increase also meant that she was at risk if they weren't knocked prone.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5040/5040 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Raiding supply lines was alright, Amulak supposed. He still really wanted to go burn down some villages instead, but apparently simulated video game atrocities just didn't sit well with the others. Oh, well. There's always next time. His own part in the group's battle tactics was exactly how he liked it. Sit back, make minions, and take advantage of the fact that he'd implanted Weishaupt into Leif to use his mobility as a scout. Now he wasn't playing a MMO, he was playing a RTS. Stanislaw was in his element. Anything that Leif saw, he'd deploy his minions alongside the guy's wolves as bait before moving in for the kill. Plus, Amulak could still contribute even hanging back, since Weishaupt let him cast through the implantee as a conduit. Amulak typed through text chat, keeping a watchful eye out even from his camping hiding spot.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 330/1210 SP: 183/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 253* \| END – 276* \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect With nothing more than a fragment of HP and SP left and her body looking extremely charred and cooked through, Mags felt something deep and primal about the world. Magic fucking sucked. There was nothing worse than being cockblocked in what you could and couldn't do. Thus, being trapped in the shame cube made it a bit rough to do anything. Still though, Mags had something that the Kannushi didn't: a slight numerical advantage. If one of her numerous allies could free her, she could certainly do something. With one of the few things she could do, she summoned her field and lamented its ability. Sure, it was a cool novelty. In a world of magic, constructs, death beams, and bikes, it was a little lacklustre to not be affected by physical crowd control. Still, it was her field. If there was even a 1% chance of it doing something, she'd pop it up at this point. With the warm seawater under her, she charged at the kannushi. Even if the barrier stopped her, her raw physical strength was certainly something to behold. She refused to die to some wacky snare plus death-beam-for-over-half-HP combo. She'd run over to the Kannushi and do what she was meant to do: pummel this motherfucker directly into the ground. Especially because her god damn puddle cost SP and the Kannushi's solar sun cost nothing since he could cast that shit while unable to consume resources. God she was jealous of that shit.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1887/1920 - MP: 1720/1920 - SP: 1471/1920 _________________ [spreadsheet for most recent changes] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames was stunned. Literally, stunned, and unable to even brace herself for the blade that was about to pierce her throat. Honestly the red haired swordsman didn't expect any help from her allies, not even considering the fact that most of them were out of range they still didn't really have many strategies focused on teamwork. So the net suddenly yanking her out of the danger zone was a surprise. She stumbled backward briefly and came to her senses after the stun, her equipment blazing hotly as it absorbed some kind of flame effect. No time to even say 'thanks.' C'mon Amelia, time to get back in the game! She thought to herself. Some shit was going on passed the samurai with the other members of both parties, but it wasn't like she could do much about it... oh wait, she had a healing ability. She hadn't gotten a chance to use it yet, but maybe now was the time. The rest of her teammates had picked up the slack while she was stunned, so might as well leave the "DPS" (she knew what that mean now!) to them. Just had to throw in some support while she was at it. Leif had the lowest current HP out of everyone, but he was presently a wolf and locked into aerial combat. So next would be Magpie, and hopefully the brawler could last a bit longer until Ames got there. Ames moved to disengage the current opponent, sending Leif and the samurai off with two parting gifts. "Honō!" The first was the fiery blossom that formed from the sleeve of her haori and burst in front of the samurai's face. The second, an apparition of Ames herself as she activated [Art of the Duo Self]. "Alag hona!" The two Ames split up, the phantom soaring up to help Leif finish the samurai off, and the original sprinting across the battlefield towards Mags. With luck they wouldn't even need the healing, but best to prepare for it just in case.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 3643/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Ah, cock. This samurai had some kind of spell-absorption skill going on. How wonderful. Leif would be giving him so much shit over this later. The rest of the battlefield wasn't going as well as it had been but a few moments earlier, either. Mags got trapped in a cuckshed, Raime was about to go for a mutual kill, and, alright, well, at least Ames was moving to help. That left Amulak a split second to decide his next move. With the amount of time he had and the resources available to him...oh, wait. His meatbag golem was back within spell range. Perfect. Amulak had a good card to play, but it was only limited to one target. Raime had a shot at killing the crusader bard, so helping would be redundant. Leif and Mags were both nearly dead, but Leif still had a fighting chance. Mags was locked down, so her it was. Sure, if Leif died, so did his own link to the party, but he had to go for the play that had the better chance of finishing the fight. Amulak's remaining Earthrot golem lumbered up toward the kannushi, with the necromancer himself casting Deathly Toll as soon as possible, binding the kannushi's life to the golem's. The moment the carrion construct was in explosion range, he snapped his fingers from his hiding place and detonated that bitch, hopefully comboing off the last of this prick's life.</s>
<\|description\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Polish Description: Growing up in a family of middling means in Krakow, Stanislaw was an avid fan of gaming, spending as much time as he could on his computer when he wasn't studying. Strategy games and MMOs were his vice of choice, and his childhood was spent playing most of the big name ones. However, he soon discovered that he was actually rather good at RTSes in particular, rising up through the ladder during his early teenage years until he found himself qualifying for his first LAN tournament at fifteen. From there, Stanislaw saw a string of dizzying successes in the RTS world under the tag "Acturus", placing well in several LAN tournaments across Europe and even winning a few. Over the next decade, he made a name for himself as he continued to compete, being picked up by an esports sponsor and traveling across the globe to compete. Still, all good things had to come to an end. Faced with dwindling results and worsening reflexes in comparison to 17 year old Koreans at the top of their game, Stanislaw made the decision to retire from professional gaming at the age of 25. Most of his money from his winnings and sponsorships had gone into investments, and he found himself able to live rather comfortably when he returned to his native Poland. For the past three years, Stanislaw has still had somewhat of a presence online, maintaining an active Youtube and livestream profile both for the hell of it and for a bit of extra money. Still, he spends most of his time these days working on finally going back and getting his college degree. After three years of studying and getting a business degree out of it, Stanislaw decided to delve back into online gaming, having heard of Cacophony Concord's rising popularity. Now that he'd graduated, he found himself with enough time to just outright mainline a MMO again when not making the occasional Youtube video. The sheer versatility of the game system impressed him, and he set out to create his desired build: emulating his RTS glory days by summoning minions and directing them how he pleased. Username: Amulak al Acturus Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 190 cm Weight: 77 kg Voice Pitching: -60 Decorations: None Appearance: Wears unadorned, hooded black robes.You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 150 MP – 200 SP – 50 STR – 5 AGI – 10 END – 10 DEX – 5 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect Ames' inn was actually getting visitors. That was something you didn't see every day. It made sense that a world as open as Cacaphony would allow for player ran businesses. With their discord popping off at the prospect of Raime wanting to become a modern man's H. H. Holmes, Mags had to take a few breaths to avoid laughing at the idea of a moving murder hotel. To Ames, this was a pretty big moment. Raime wanting to go immediately down the route of murder hobo was pretty good. Though, in this case, would it be murder hotelier? Well, Mags would do her best to support her friend. They've been through thick and thin together, especially when they accidentally performed a mating dance with oni. Good times. With a smile and a wave of strange brew in her hand, she greeted the new arrivals. "Hey hey, what brings you to this lil corner of a warzone?" She was at least amiable and not about to rustle and tussle with strangers. Though, her actual intentions for staying around weren't entirely pure. A small part of her was hoping that the party ended up being a group of much weaker murder hobos. Then, Mags could play the part of a bouncer. It would be pretty fun to pick people up and toss them out of the hotel. Though, at this rate, the only person she'd have to toss out of the hotel would be Raime.</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 2860/3060 --- Leif was less than pleased that they were being sent off to just fuck around with a bunch of other lowish-level PvPers. For a game as advanced as Cacophony Concord, he found this huge world event somewhat dull. Perhaps the real goodies were saved for high-leveled PvP connoisseurs. Ah well, something to worry about in the future. For now, Leif knew he had to grind out a bit before he can truly appreciate the upper echelons of PvP combat. Maybe he could become a cool badass batlefield general or something. Currently, Leif was riding his bike in an open field, in the sights of a sniper. Normally he'd be more than fine to try and break the distance himself, trusting in his wolf-like agility to dodge this sharpshooter's attacks. He wasn't as keen on doing such a risky play with his current cargo, however. Klein had hopped on with Leif to scout around and all, and it'd be a real dick move if he got one of his buddies in trouble for wanting to do something reckless. He could also go back to the party and report his findings, but that's real pussy shit. Instead, another completely reckless thing would pop up to Leif's head. "We got a sniper, Klein! Keep your head down and follow my lead!" Leif hollered as he focused on evasive maneuvers. Once again, his head shifted into that of a wolf. He would track down those with lower health, as per usual, except this time he'd try and single out a relatively weaker party. He couldn't tell who was particularly weaker at a baseline, but he could have a soft estimate based on how fast they regenerated. It was still faulty and imprecise, all things considered, but such things required practice to really work out. Whatever he would find, Leif would raise his glaive at the sniper as high in the air as he can before pointing it directly in the direction of whoever he'd triangulate. Hopefully they'd be able to single out that target before their healing brought them up to full. Of course, this was all with the fragile hope that the sniper would catch on to his idea in the first place. It was simple, really. Leif was a tracker, and this man was a sniper. If their quarry ran away, Leif had the advantage of speed. Overall, Leif saw a potential partnership out of this and only hoped that the sniper saw it the same way.</s>	<\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Kicking back with a beer and bread was Stanislaw's idea of a great time, and Amulak enjoyed himself as he just sat back and hung out with the rest of the group. Minus Leif, who, last time he checked, was quite literally pissing outside. Motherfucker. Wouldn't be checking on the connection through Weishaupt anytime soon unless Leif actually had something to say. At this point, Amulak was half afraid he'd peek in on Leif jacking it. Of course, their good time had to be interrupted. Only in this case, it was by some random players who thought this was a legitimate inn. Damn. Of course, this could all just be a setup. The thought had crossed Amulak's mind, just before Raime's message. But if that had been the case, why even bother walking in all friendly-like? Most gankers would just charge inside, weapons drawn. That, and Ames couldn't exactly afford to outright murder the first prospective customers the Sweet Maid ever had. As a MMO with an actual sense of community, word would get around sooner or later about an inn run by a paranoid murderhobo, and then the venture would die before it ever began. The group couldn't afford to strike first, and Amulak responded quickly in party chat before casually waving from his seat. "No point in leaving now. We provide security, in case Raime is right. If random guys attack, we need footage that we did not fire first shot, yes?" Amulak replied in whispers back to Ames's message before he spoke out loud. "Welcome, pull in! There is bread in oven and beer on tap. For cheap price, of course!"</s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Ray couldn't emphasize how much he was enjoying his experience. The console and his copy of Cacophony Concord may have cost him a month's worth of his salary in the diner, but it was well worth it, and he was only finished character creation and just spawned in the world! Not only was he able to see an entirely new world in ultra HD without any lag or glitches, but he was also able to meet a seemingly sentient AI admin. The starting location was also gorgeous beyond belief. With equally drop-dead gorgeous oriental motif to the architecture and NPCs(?) wandering about. Speaking of dropping dead. Ray, or in this case Raime, heard a thud coming from beside him. Glancing to his side he could see that four of the players that spawned with him, were experiencing difficulties of varying degrees. Some looked like they had difficulty even standing, another writhed in pain, and the worst off was one who had collapsed on the ground and barely breathing. "Oh fucking shit! Someone call for a healer or something!" Raime exclaimed in panic before rushing over to the one on the floor and having difficulty breathing. "Hi, my name's Raime and I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this!" Raime said apologetically before applying the first aid knowledge. He first made sure that there was any external damage to the person's throat or obstructions for that matter, then examine if he was still able to breathe or not. If he was still breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would remove any tight-fitting clothes on him and observe if it alleviates the issue. If he was not breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would immediately begin performing CPR until issue is resolved. If he was still breathing and with obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and observe if it resolves the issue. If he was not breathing and with an obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and then immediately begin performing CPR and observe if it resolves the issue. Raime will perform any combination of the processes above until the issue is resolved. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- As soon as he was spawned in, Lugh quickly began to adjust to his new virtual body, not paying too much attention to the events around him. At first, they were merely simple movements such as flexing and wiggling his fingers and toes, then evolved to small exercises such as jumping jacks and stretches. While calibrating himself with his new body's movements, Lugh also wanted to observe how much his stats had a bearing on his physical capabilities within the game. It was then that Lugh noticed everyone else's newly spawned characters, some of whom seemed to be having difficulties moving around, or even standing. Perhaps they also did some jumping jacks, but had less points in END? Lugh shrugged it off, remembering then that it was around the time his friends would also be online. At this point of the game, Lugh would have preferred to go through all the tutorials on his lonesome before meeting up with his companions, but seeing that they'd all likely be around, he instead cleared his throat and prepared to bellow out the "secret phrase" he had told them on the 'Cord that he'll shout so they could easily identify and add his avatar. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" Taking a brief moment to admire how deep and mature his voice was, Lugh nodded in satisfaction before making his way to the Keystone. Perhaps this was all it took to select his beginning class and maybe even retrieve some starting gear?</s> <\|message\|>Jokson Verdona _________________________________________________________________ Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all. As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn't even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. I'm going to talk about this on reddit. Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz's glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get. As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man's hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible. "Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would've sucked." He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn't have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom's spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed? "Anybody read about stat resets?" The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno Raime let out a breath as the player stabilized and regained his normal breathing. "Jesus Christ that was scary." Even if it was in-game, the scene played out so realistically that Raymond completely forgot that this wasn't real life and jumped to help as if there was an actual emergency that unfolded before him. "Yeah, no problem. Just instincts kicking in, you know?" Raime said as he got off his knees and stood up properly. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, the thin sheen of sweat he felt at his brow, and the fading adrenaline rush that ran through his veins; all the accuracy of the sensations his avatar felt was scarily real. The player he helped then asked a question if it was possible to reset skill points. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean there are some games where that's more a late-game mechanic and some that give it to you right off the bat." Raime then saw the crestfallen look on the player's face. Then he thought about a possible solution to his predicament. "How about you team up with me? The game might have an exp share system that we can use and when you level up, you can just allocate points to stats you need. If not, then I'll just let you deal the finishing blow so you can level up faster." Raime then offers him a hand up. "Sound good?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Raime let out a breath as the player stabilized and regained his normal breathing. "Jesus Christ that was scary." Even if it was in-game, the scene played out so realistically that Raymond completely forgot that this wasn't real life and jumped to help as if there was an actual emergency that unfolded before him. "Yeah, no problem. Just instincts kicking in, you know?" Raime said as he got off his knees and stood up properly. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, the thin sheen of sweat he felt at his brow, and the fading adrenaline rush that ran through his veins; all the accuracy of the sensations his avatar felt was scarily real. The player he helped then asked a question if it was possible to reset skill points. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean there are some games where that's more a late-game mechanic and some that give it to you right off the bat." Raime then saw the crestfallen look on the player's face. Then he thought about a possible solution to his predicament. "How about you team up with me? The game might have an exp share system that we can use and when you level up, you can just allocate points to stats you need. If not, then I'll just let you deal the finishing blow so you can level up faster." Raime then offers him a hand up. "Sound good?" --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- She was just about exploding from the sheer excitement of it all, her squeal of joy barely suppressed into a high pitched "eeeeeeeee" as she transitioned finally, into the game proper. "WHOOO~!" Even simply moving was weird and fun. She threw a few experimental punches, a mimicry of what she knew of boxing, reveling in the whooshes it made. Ari barely even noticed the collapsed person(?) or anyone around her for that matter. Not until someone bellowed a vaguely familiar sentence. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" "AAAA! Is that you Lou!?" Almost bounding towards the avatar, she stepped in front of him. "Its me! Theresa! Look look!" She spun around, showing off her tail and ears.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ ___________________ Amelia couldn't say that Horogi was her first choice, but it's the starting area the rest of her group had decided on. She hadn't known many of them for very long, it seemed their little corners of the internet overlapped and the group came together kind of haphazardly. Still, between trading game recommendations and memes - my God they sent so many memes - it was nice to have some sort of party from the get go. Between one blink and the next, Amelia (under her less than creative alias of Ames) found herself in a beautifully vibrant city. "Oh wow," she laughed, gazing around at the lanterns, streamers, all of the people gathered in the area, and the huge decorated stone in the center of it all. Moments ago Amelia had settled her graphics display to fantastic, and even while the city had certain glow to it, a certain charm that could only be found in that disconnect between fantasy and reality, it still looked so life-like. Needless to say, the girl was excited. "This is so awesome!" Amelia thrust her fists into the air in delight, chattering to herself as she spun in a circle to take in as much of the view in the busy area as she could. "Is it festival time or something? Everything looks soooo good! And! And... aaaaand where's my avatar?" She blinked and looked around at all the fantastic player and NPC models, then opened up the game settings again. After a few moments of silence the menu closed and the red headed avatar she was currently in the guise of facepalmed hard. "Oooooh my God I'm an idiot," she mumbled, noticing her deeper voice for the first time. She'd been so caught up in making her character and getting used to the city that she'd forgotten it was a VR game, as in Virtual Reality, as in first person. "Fuck." Oh well, nothing could be done about it now. Minerva said everything was final pretty much, barring "realistic" methods to change one's appearance. She'd have to find a mirror ASAP. Well, maybe finding a mirror was step two. Step one should be finding the rest of the group... "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" ...good timing! That was the code phrase, right? Or something like that. She turned to spot where the voice had come from, seeing a few new accounts and - someone on the ground?! Amelia rushed over to the ailing player, passing Ari and Lugh by with a quick "Hi Lew Hi Theresa you look really cute" and stood a bit animatedly by Raime and Kriz, eyes looking back and forth between the two. "Are you okay? Do you still need a healer? Not that I am one but - " she paused, getting a good look at these two and their usernames. They seemed kind of familiar... " - um. This'll be embarrassing if I'm wrong but aren't you guys part of [-our discord-]...?"</s> <\|message\|>Alys Kaleigh [Mentions] @Versa@GreenGoat@Yankee --- Ah, the sight was so wonderful- now was the time to immersed in the wonderful world had finally cometh. It was only a matter of time before Calace was the most recognized healer in all of CacoCon "Wait a minute, I am overbearingly tired." Calace squeaked out, her voice chirping into a whisper as speaking itself was quite exhausting. She took a deep breath, her bright purple baubles in each socket investigating the figures around her- absorbing their features and mannerisms as well. Some of them had traits that were familiar, others didn't trigger any flags, but that "phrase" was said and it instantly cleared all reservations. Calace took a few steps towards the group that already began intermingling among each other- particularly the gal with animal traits and the red-haired studmuffin. But it was very quickly apparent that even simple steps through the short grass, even with her small lighter features, was such a draining venture that she began to breathe heavily similarly to the white-haired boy on the floor. "This is- not enjoyable. Would one of you mind carrying me? Preferably whichever of you placed the most points in Endurance." Her face was flushed from that long-ass sentence, she needed to figure out how to raise her stats like- yesterday. Calace had a very desperate look on her face, a flattened frown with eyes that clearly spelled out "h e l p m e" as well as trembling arms and legs. It was a pitiful sight- laughably so, and were they not acquaintances they'd probably ridicule her. It should have been obvious to them, she basically made the same idealized character in every MMO she played. "It's [Calace], by the way." She winced at her own introduction, and feigned a cheery gesture with a peace sign over her right eye. Smooth.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno Weather or not Kriz took his hand to help him up, he would turn to face the player who had run up to them asking if they were still in any danger. "Ah, thanks for the concern but I think the worst has passed." Raime reassured the concerned player that things would be alright from now onwards...maybe. "Now that you mention it. Maybe. Does the user names: Raiman and Frankiestien ring a bell?" Raime told Ames his and his brother's usernames for the majority of the social media platforms they use. Though, unlikely as it may be, perhaps they had managed to create their characters and spawn in at the same time. "Oh yeah. The passphrase thingy. Uhh...' Snakes don't have limbs and that's bad' ? Or something along the lines of it." Raime said with little confidence as he had worked the whole day and kinda jumbled up his memory of last night when they discussed the passphrase. It was around that time that Calace made herself known to the others present. "I dunno who has the highest stats for Endurance, but all my stats are at 10 if that helps." He says while offering the small girl a literal shoulder to lean on. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 "We got one! Do I see two?" Came the announcement from Mags' voice, rattling out like a auctioneer. "After all, I need to start a fight with multiple people." She was thinking of hitting Lew's nuts for the first time he volunteered for the fight. This time around, however, the attached removal of custom emotes made it too painful a consequence. No longer would she be able to reply to messages with that stupid pogfish, nor could she post the Giga Chad. Well, she technically still could. She'd just need to send them as small images. They wouldn't be in line and that made it too sad. Preparing for combat, she took off the two starter 0 stat sandals on her feet and equipped one in each hand. They were her improvised weapons, after all. Las chanclas. Lethal weapons. "Ames, don't you want in on this...? I'm classically trained to fight, after all."</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Attributes: HP – 11 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 11 AGI – 9 END – 11 DEX – 10 LUC – 11 Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ At the ripped man's surrender, Ames' head whirled around and she stared at him. He wasn't a mugger, he was just a new player like they were! Before she could flush with embarrassment, Ames scrubbed a hand over her face and groaned. The novelty of Cacophony Concord was quickly fading in the face of Mags' single minded desire to become a 'Brawler.' The most frustrating part was that Amelia knew Magdalene could be funny and helpful - just right now she was choosing to be unfunny and unhelpful. I guess we should get it over with and just fight, that or we'd have to split up from her and I don't see that going down well at all. Ugh. Fighting first, then we can find some healing class or something for Calace and get on with frog fighting...? Ames' brows were scrunched. Mags was throwing another tantrum while Ames thought to herself, but she didn't really listen. It was definitely the same threats as before. She was pulled out of her own head when Kriz logged out in a flash of light. "Uh? Kriz?!" Wow, double embarrassing. With a sigh, Ames finally climbed to her feet and dusted herself off. The bishounen avatar gave Klein a weak but earnest smile. "Yeah, what Lugh said... we're not thieves or bullies or anything - uh, well, not ALL of us are at least! Bullies that is. None of us are thieves. Ugh, doing great Ames. I'm sorry for crashing into you dude, ehehe..." While said wannabe samurai was off to deal with Mags, Ames figured it would be a good time to get to know this misunderstood beefcake. And hope he didn't press charges or anything. Even though nothing really happened. Amulak had a good point even if she didn't see any kind of police-looking guys around. She scooped Lugh's swords off the ground and cradled them to her chest before looking back at Amulak and Klein. "Pretty embarrassing misunderstanding huh? Oh well. I'm Ames. That's Amulak - " she nodded to the man as she introduced him. " - you probably heard Lugh just now, aaaand the girl he's fighting would be the bloodthirsty idiot he mentioned. We've got a few others too. What's your...?" She trailed off, noticing Mags addressing her. Ames did say they'd be willing to help people get the classes they want. Part of her really didn't want to enable Mags, but another part said that once she got what she wanted the other girl was more likely to chill the hell out. Better to help out in that case, huh? Also, not gonna lie... kind of wanna get her back for that kick. "Fuck it. Fine." Ames sighed and passed Lugh's swords onto Amulak. With one more apology to Klein, Ames approached Lugh and Mags. "I am kind of interested in how the stylish setting works. I figured I'd find out against the frogs but... well. Anyway, you're gonna get what's coming to you, Mags! How many people do you need? Better safe that sorry, right? So let's get this over with..." It was time to use the skill that all proud Americans mastered a young age... being loud. Ames took a breath than cupped a hand over her mouth and shouted. "New players tryin' to unlock brawling! Anyone that wants in just come here and start punching!" It was a public invitation now. It wasn't going to be the honorable duel that Lugh perhaps was hoping for, but in time Ames would be happy to help her friend with unlocking his classes too. For now, they were going to give their little gremlin what she was asking for. "Okay. Brace yourself Mags. Or don't." Ames wasn't trained in fighting. In the real world Amelia was an athlete but couldn't really say she'd even been in a real fight. However, in CaCo under her current settings, the game adjusted her body. Her feet were near naturally pulled into a proper stance, and when Ames snapped her fist out to swing at Mags' face she felt her body follow through with the strike as if she actually knew what she was doing.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 110/110 --- "Figures." He let out a sigh as Ari began to test her non-poor stat afflicted avatar's feel and range of movement. But before he could even try to give her a response, she bolts off. "Jesucristo...what's with this group and splitting the party?" Raime said with confusion in his voice as he tries to catch up to the cat-girl. With the number of players, NPCs, and narrow streets preventing his range of motion, he was forced to lag behind. After a few moments of trudging and basically squeezing through the crowd, he manages to pop back out to the spawn point...only to see the chaos done by his friends and companions. To be honest? He wasn't really that surprised. With a deadpan expression, he threw his arms upward in defeat and walked back to the bustling streets of the city. Deciding that he would not partake in the silliness and instead go do something else. He needed to find a bank to exchange 10 of his silver coins to Rishi and go buy his equipment. A basic crossbow and bolts would suffice for now. He would first ask an NPC or player for the nearest bank to exchange currencies, then look for a hunting/weapon shop to purchase said equipment, and finally wait for his companions at the West Gate. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: Scout Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 18 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew clicked his tongue at the result of his inquiry. A tank class that specialized in controlling the field rather than him fighting on his own seemed more up his ally. While becoming a warrior in this game would be another feat all on its own, Lew could not deny the impact that magic had on both sides of combat during their previous encounter. It was a shame he decided to dump MP. At the very least, he could attempt to make up that deficit now with a few level ups. Speaking of which... MP 10 -> 100 SP 80 -> 100 STR 9 -> 14 AGI 12 -> 20 Lew decided to finally allocate his points. First off, covering up his MP seemed like a must. For now, he'll leave it at a nice 100, then pour another 10 points into it later before he's about to change classes. Next was his SP, which scaled up his skill attacks up more for the time being. A few boosts to STR would help in that regard as well. Finally, a boost to AGI should help him move faster in such encounters in the future. With a mix of his already absurd END as well as his slowly ascending AGI, he should be somewhat self sufficient for the time being. Self-sufficiency is definitely important since he'll be babysitting Ari... who seemed to have disappeared. Should Lew be concerned? Nah, they're in town. They'll definitely be safe. In any case, Lew went on to job-searching, finding many strange requests on the aforementioned quest board. Most of the lucrative job opportunities involved the Mora-Sho, which Lew recalled was one of the factions. If he decided to choose Samurai after all, winning favor with one of the major factions would definitely be a good plan. Plus, many of these quests seem to involve exterminating monsters. Perhaps Lew could learn a thing or two from encountering the different creatures in this game, perhaps even... capture them? With Kekkaishi, that would definitely be more possible. In any case, Lew attempted to see if he could add the jobs revolving around the Mora-Sho to his tracker, either by attempting to tear out his own copy of these quests, bookmarking them, or otherwise noting them down someplace. For now, he had but one thing he wished to do... Retracing his steps and finding himself back to the smithy where it all started, Lew approached the ogre smith, wherever she may be, holding his two blades by their sheathes and finally crumpling down into a dogeza. It was as if Lew was giving an offering to his goddess, leaving the paired swords neatly in front of himself. "I'm sorry for returning in such a dishonorable fashion, but... Your blades have serviced me well, and I've done my best to take care of them. However, it seems my path may be deviating towards somewhere else. If it isn't too much to ask, would it be possible to trade these blades in for a singular weapon of similar quality? Do you have any pewter staffs available for use? If not, it is fine as your blades are still completely servicable, but still..." Lew raised his head back at the NPC, his eyes filled with the same resolve he had when he had first encountered her. In truth, it was likely because he was so much more closer to judge the details of her feet. "Whether that request can be fulfilled or not, I have come to you regardless due to your trustworthiness... Do you have directions for the Shin-Yu Temple?"</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross With more grinding out of the way, Mags became stronger and stronger. Even with a certain someone slowing the grind down to a much more relaxed pace, she was still able to become half-herculean. Well, that's if the stats were linear. Considering stat and item boosts, she now had the strength of five ordinary men. The kappas that once threatened her life were nothing more than walking bundles of EXP now. She'd learnt their patterns and strengths. Unless they stumbled upon a rare boss type kappa or something, she could easily turn their face into a second water bowl. Soon, she hit level 9 and allocated the last of her ability points. HP: 170 > 200 SP: 100 > 200 STR: 27 > 40 AGI: 15 > 20 END: 12 > 21 She was now firmly stronger than Ames in every way. In fact, she was the strongest person in their little party. Unless Klein decided to minmax STR. Mags dipped into other stats, after all. Soon, the group approached the Pearl Bloom River waterfall. Something was there. Then it wasn't. They all got nothing personel kid'd by an oversized frogman. Of course, they couldn't keep up the grind forever. It was now do or die. Such was the life of the grinder that stumbled across a world boss. Well, if it was a world boss. Might have just been a named enemy. Resolving herself, Mags equipped the loincloth. --- Lv. 9 HP: 230/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Since it appeared behind them, the only escape route that the group had was cut off. Crossing the river was a possible route to escape, but the enemy was a frog. Had it been a dry cracker, it may have actually worked as an escape route rather than an obstacle. Comparing leg strengths, there was no way in hell they were running. That meant the options were either to negotiate with a frog or to beat the shit out of it and pray it wasn't a world boss. Well, there was always a chance it was a friendly frog. The fact that it was calmly under a waterfall until they came made her think it was a martial arts user. Well, that and the fact that it didn't use weapons. That meant that it had a martial artist's discipline, right? Unless it was one of those "I'll murder you to get stronger" martial artists, then she'd be fucked. Alternatively, it wasn't a martial artist at all. It was just a frog that liked to chill under a waterfall. With a respectful bow queue'd up, she quickly approached and became closest to the frogman. With her bow, her eyes were still locked on the frog and her powerful legs were ready to jump backwards, insuring herself from any sneak attack. Hell, she could even take her allies by the collar nearby and take them with her. In any case, she had to size up what the frog was going to do. Whether it would attack, be friendly, or some other third thing. If it would attack, she'd do her best to jump out of the way. If it was friendly... They'd neatly part ways?</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:160/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 176/176 --- "Better than nothing." Raime says with a shrug as he wipes away the residue of the wild corn dog from his mouth. A handful of white herbs was better than a handful of nothing. He harvests the plants and stuffs them into his pocket before returning to his companions. They soon leave and begin killing whatever kappa they encountered along the riverside. It was a rocky start but once the group had a good flow of what to do, the turtle manlets soon became more of a passing nuisance rather than an actual threat to the group. Whatever damage they sustained was healed by the level ups that soon followed after. Raime passively allocated one point to hs HP, MP, and SP every level he gained, while splitting the remaining points between Agi and Dex. If there were any left, he'd place it to End to buff his defenses and SP regen. It was not long after they bumped up to lvl 9 that they encountered what seemed to be their first real threat. A behemoth sized frogman that even towered over the massive Klein. There seemed no way of escape and it was a fight or die moment. Raime never realized how scary this creature was up close. Despite his actual life not being in any sort of danger from this creature, he could feel his heart hammering inside his chest, and beads of sweat begin to drip from his brow. The game actually managed to activate his instinctual response to a perceived threat. The fight, flight, or freeze response. Stupendous. He would give the game a standing ovation if he could. Never before in his life had he felt this level of intimidation. Not when he faced down his bullies. Not when he nearly crashed when he was learning to drive. Not even when he was face to face with a wild boar when he was out hiking. This was a new level of fear. And he was excited about feeling it. It was then and there Cacophony Concord became his #1 favorite game of all time; surpassing even his childhood favorite, Rayman Legends. He still loved the game without a doubt but it was just that no other game that made him feel this way, other than CaCo that is. His hands gripped his crossbow so tight that it shook slightly in his grasp. Mags had offered a bow to the creature. Perhaps intending to convey the message of them being not threats, or even perhaps to lull it into a false sense of security. Only the reaction of the colossal frogman would confirm or deny his suspicions. If it were to be friendly, he would relax his grip upon his weapon. But if it were to prove itself to be aggressive, Raime would activate [Zoned In] and lodge three bolts in its chest before it could even try to harm his friends. Though only time will tell if this would be their first boss or first friend out here in the wild. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% = 35 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 5 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 220/220 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 48 (41) + 15% \| AGI – 27 (26) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 20 (20) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR "Guh, fuck you gravity." That was smarts. Her huge play ended up putting her in a bad spot as she collided with the ground. Despite the reduced pain setting, the funny bone still sent shocks. She was now at a disadvantage. A prime picking for a frog's leg to slam into her spine and finally end the fight. As she turned back to look at the action, she saw his spear firmly lodged into the toad's body, shatter, then turn to ash. Was the frog slain? She began to count to herself as if it were a wrestling match. One... Two... Thr- he kicked out. Rather than choosing to continue the fight, he threw the coin down at Klein. Well, he may have got the coin thrown at him, but Mags was the one that used him as a projectile weapon. She had just as much claim to the loot as him, if not more. "Mmmind if I roll... need?" She upgraded her stats as she asked. 6 in Agi, 10 in Dex. She was pretty strong. Better to balance out her martial stats for now. She also removed the baby diaper for now. She didn't want to wear that thing for more than she had to.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 55/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 80/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 19 Bronze Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ As soon as Klein slammed into the sandstone, Ames was free - and never happier to be so. The game righted the warrior after a few tumbles, but once on his feet she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, watching Klein and the frog tussle briefly before - finally - the frogman retreated. Or got bored of them, or was satisfied, whatever. The point was he was gone. Ames let out a great sigh at that. "Jeez." What a sorry state the party was in, but hey, they did it! And all they got to show for it was a token. At least, all Ames got to show for it. A quick glance at her own status screen plainly showed that number which was quickly becoming her least favorite. 1. Level one. Still. She didn't stare long at the screen. Once she closed it, Ames stood up and weakly raised her arms over her head in a low effort cheer. "We did it~ nice job everybody. I can't believe two of you got the cool nucleus-thing already, that's awesome. I'm still level one somehow but whatever." Despite her dismissive words, Ames' tone was a touch annoyed. She brought her arms down and shook them, trying to get some of the creature's residue off of her clothes. "I mean, am I doing something wrong? Did I mess up my character creation? I thought my guy was pretty cute but should I have matched my real life gender? I don't really get what the problem is." As the redhead mused, she removed her avatar's shoes and carefully peeled off not one, but two of the old beggar's talismans from her person. One of them was always meant to go to Kriz, but he hadn't logged back in yet to her knowledge. With these pieces of equipment removed, Ames strode off towards the river nearby, waving Mags' question off with one hand as she passed the brawler by. "I feel disgusting," she announced, "We should meet up with Lew and Ari in the city, and maybe like, get a real bath or something... I'm sure all of you smell as bad as I do right now." Ames wasted no time jumping into the river and washing up just to get the feel of the frogman's slime off of her. When she climbed back out and rejoined the party she was soaking wet, but already seemed to be in a better mood. She glanced at the still bloody Raime. "You need help? Wanna wash your face?"</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 180/180 \| MP: 189/189 \| SP: 198/198 --- It irritated the scout greatly that he was unable to locate any proper lines of sight to get a shot through, but it was understandable in the chaos of fighting against three individuals at the same instance. Though just as he found an opening, a spear ran through the frogman's body and forced it to collapse. A sense of relief washed over the man but considering how easily it handled them, the amphibious martial artist was likely going on to his next phase. Raime kept his crossbow aimed at its still form and, sure enough, it hopped back up to its feet. Raime was about to pull the weapon's trigger when the creature, seemingly satisfied with what sloppy performance they had shown, just smiles and tosses a token before disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Raime was left utterly gobstruck. Despite the vast difference of power between it and them, they still managed to snatch victory in such a bleak situation. The rush of dopamine to his brain as he realized that was beyond rapturous. This rush was beyond any pleasures he'd experienced before. Bold even enough to say that this feeling of attaining victory despite the overwhelming odds was a greater feeling than sex; maybe even better than eating some maple cinnamon rolls after a hard day of working with a warm cup of his favorite tea. God. What a feeling. The effects of the painkiller herbs were still in effect but the feeling of blood in his eyes was an irritating experience regardless. He holstered his weapon before he crawling towards the river when he overheard Ames talking. "It's only a hunch, but maybe its those talismans you have? I mean both you and Amulak have similar issues but he still levels up sometimes. Maybe because he only has one?" The scout says just as he realized how easy it was for him to articulate words despite having his face caved in. Upon further investigation, he realized that he jumped two levels and had regained all lost HP, MP, SP. Raime thanked God and the devs for that mechanic as he still didn't understand how healing worked other than the white herbs that grew near the river was a natural pain killer. Ames then asked if he wanted some help. "Ah. Thank you for the offer Ames, but I'm fine now." As if to emphasize the point he washes away all his blood staining his face and gargles out the blood inside his mouth before offering the red-haired fighter a winning smile before standing up and reuniting with the rest of the party. In the meantime, while the party discussed what they wanted to do next, he allocated his points. One point each to his HP, MP, and SP. The remaining ten would be divided between Agi and Dex. Though he decided that once he soft caped them at 60 each, he would focus on developing the rest of his skills so he could be more well-rounded stat wise. But that was for the future Raime to worry about, present Raime was more concerned with finding the faux catgirl and the man who dragged her off. "Finding them would be a good idea. And getting clean would be nice." Raime finishes as he glances down to look at his once pristine grey jinbei, now covered with dirt, grass stains, patches of sweat, and splattered with blood. Mostly his. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 180 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 180 + 5% = 189 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 180 + 10% = 198 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 37 + 10% = 41 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 37 + 5% = 39 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.11 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) -Taking Ranger Class- HP – 2(3/20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20+4 END – 5 DEX – 25+12.5 LUC – 10 Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Dual kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt. Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end. 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Scratching her head, she looked glumly at the list of jobs on the stone. Ari didn't really want to get one that she didn't feel like playing, but apparently she was supposed to have one. "Ah this ranger thing has stealth in it huh? I'll pick that one then." Looking past the list, it was also stated to have traps in it. A good start she suppose. Ninja was supposed to be stealthy, strong, fast and able to make their own gears. For now, she would have to see what she can do first. Traps would really help a lot. Getting stronger would be great, as well as gathering some poison now that she had a taste of the stronger creatures to be found. She read somewhere that very brightly colored creatures were the ones to look for for poison. All these knives would be great poisoned. As well as her twin kodachi. Twin kodachi? "Oh, that's right. Lew? What happened to my other sword?"</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:815/900 MP:1000/1150 SP: 130/130 HP – 750 (+150) MP – 1100 (+50) SP – 100 (+30) STR – 40 AGI – 50 END – 50 (+5) DEX – 40 (+4) LUC – 50 (+7) Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 1983.33333 rishi Items: Bonerattler's Staff Uncommon Weapon +30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP 10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking. Bulwark Boneplate Rare Armor +100 HP Reduce physical damage taken by 20. Recover 2 SP for every hit taken. Shamanic Beads Common Accessory +20 MP Raider's Wargtag Common Accessory +4 DEX, +4 LCK Thunderstruck Amulet Uncommon Accessory +20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC Reduce lightning damage taken by 20. HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level. "Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players. "I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?" What came after, though... It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere. "Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision. "I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 352/352 --- The scout looked up to the caster from his knelt position and shook his head from side to side. He had already swallowed most of his pride when he permitted himself to willingly die by the caster's hands for a class requirement. He couldn't bear to put it any lower by denying himself his goal of completing all of Cacophony Concord's playable content at 100% realism. "I cannot do that, my friend. You, of all people, should know that I am too stubborn...too bullheaded to do so. Once I've set a goal, I'll do my damndest to achieve it." Despite being the one being executed, Raime held his head high with pride. Presenting his neck to his would be killer. His eyes filled with grim determination. "Do not insult my resolve and go easy on me." --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 10% = 352 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 10% = 66 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 15% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Light Crossbow Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 14 Silver Pieces Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Night's Ward x 8 * Frostgrass x 12 * Tripiste x 10 </s>
<\|description\|>Raymond A. Moreno Appearance (Image): Age: 28 Gender: Male Nationality: Canadian (Wakeford, Saskatchewan) Description: Ray stands at a towering 189 cm tall and 90kg with brown hair and eyes. Preferring to wear casual clothing in general but has a soft spot for suits. He has a generally mild-mannered personality but despite that, he still manages to stand firm when he believes himself to be right. Though Ray is very slow to anger, when pushed over his limit, he can be the meanest most furious sonofabitch on the face of the planet. Ray was born and raised in a sleepy town by the name of Wakeford to a third-generation Spanish family of four. His family owns a local diner run by his parents and grandparents, with him being the next in line in inheriting the business. He has a little brother, one that he also considers his best friend. In their younger years, they bonded as brothers normally would. But the greatest bonding they shared was when they were playing video games together. From FPSs to RPGs, they played it all as a team. As brothers. Though sadly, when his little brother went away for college, his commitment to getting his college degree outweighed their bonding time. Soon the brothers felt the distance grow between them. Until that is he heard from his brother that there was this new game by the name of 'Cacophony Concord' where his brother told him near impossible things about the game. No glitches, no updates, no bullshit. At first, Ray was hesitant, not only did the game sound too good to be true, the console itself was costly. But the opportunity to spend time with his little brother and best friend once again was too good an opportunity to pass on. After a week of waiting and a painful pocket, his FDD and copy for Cacophony Concord arrived. After playing it for the first time, it was safe to assume that the game went above and leagues beyond his highest expectations. Though in the end, he was happiest about being able to spend time with his little bro again. --- [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189cm Weight: 90kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NonePerception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward [Ranger]Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 5(50/50) MP – 5(50/50) SP – 10(100/100) STR – 15(23+5%=24.15) AGI – 88(93+20%=111.6) END – 5(5+10%=5.5) DEX – 25(25+65%=41.25) LUC – 15(15+0%=15) 88-hp3-mp2-sp5 78-5str-5luc 68-68agi Xu Fu=+20% AGI, +50% DEX Ranger Class=+5% STR \| +10% END \| +15% DEX Sickle= +7 STR, +5 AGI, +10% damage versus Humans Bow Proficiency - Passive. Increase proficiency with Bow weapons. Focused Shot – Active. 20% SP cost. Perform a highly accurate ranged attack. While aiming, increase persona time dilation by 10%. Spread Shot – Active. 30% SP cost. Nock three projectiles into your ranged weapon at once, and attack three different targets in a single attack. Damage is reduced by 20% for each individual attack. Type Auxiliary Arms, First Stage +20% AGI, +50% DEX A length of yellowed parchment, with pictographs written upon one side in red ink. At each end of the parchment is a loop made of silvered roots. All Beneath the Earth Active. Periodically consumes 20 MP. Nuclei wraps around the caster's eyes like a blindfold, before granting them the ability to see night as if it were day, as well as to see through objects within a range of fifty meters. In this sight, Immortals and Riens are outlined in blue, monsters are outlined in red, and flora are outlined in yellow. Equipped: Single kodachi, plain black wood scabbard, nondescript hilt.Broken Kusarifundo, plain long iron chains with weights on either end.Maneater's Sickle Uncommon Weapon +7 STR, +5 AGI +10% damage versus Humans 0 R, Common sling, Turtle shell shield, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- There was but mild curiosity when she was dragged away by Zhi-Toren, but it slowly turned to dread as the areas around her changed more and more into what seemed to be homes. Places where people live in, and maintain a semblance of normalcy compared to the organized chaos that was the areas of the town she had been to. Worse, she was brought to a rather respectable looking shop that wouldn't look out of place in a big mall. Was her tail dusty? Did she even comb her hair? The rough paths she had went through did no service to her clothing, but it was alright as long as she was in the town with the other Immortals who wore more outlandish garbs with various signs of travel and weather on them. Here she felt like she should be in at least a modest sundress, or a decent jeans and vest combo. Her tail twitched erratically as she sat down at the table, more nervous than anything now, though her ears did twitch slightly on hearing what Zhi ordered. "Ah, about that... I..." Ari scratched her head at the question. "The first was me underestimating the area, and the second, was being caught wholly off guard by the place. Ah... I've still not entered the palace yet. With such an important looking bell on it, I think there'd be an awesome event if I rang it a few times."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 40 HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30 (400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0% STR – 156 (130) + 5 + 15% \| AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% \| END – 63 (50) + 10 + 5% \| DEX – 50 (50) \| LUC – 39 (29) + 10 Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali Weapons Pickaxe - Uncommon Shovel - Uncommon Equipment: Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% STA/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR. White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces. Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment No Leg Equipment Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes Accessories: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Now back in the Thunderstruck Grove, Mags--alongside a light party this time around--managed to find herself in a familiar scene. Momentarily hidden from a pack of oni who had completed a hunt. Instantly, she began to whisper orders to the others. Not out of leadership, however. More out of a general malice towards the concept of organization. "Klein," she began as she turned to him, "86 on my lead and pop 'em." She turned to the remaining two IRL-men in the party."Raime, approach and take the juicers. Amulak, don't let Raime take the juicers." Finally, she turned to Ames: "After all we've been though, am I really going to attack these oni?" Before Ames (or any of the party, really) could respond, Mags was already charging the oni by herself. She had a basic idea in her mind of the impending fight. She'd punch the shit out of one of them. That was her true master plan. Choosing the closest one, Mags went for a flurry of blows. Well, it was the Power Hour and she unloaded every bit of her SP into the attack. Every single ounce. All 100% for 20 punches. She could probably generate enough SP afterwards so it wasn't a horrible idea. Probably.</s>	<\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 320/320 \| MP: 336/336 \| SP: 682/682 --- Raime was a little disheartened by how few supplies he was able to purchase. At least the apothecary was kind enough to explain that the herbs he had harvested were pretty common and didn't fetch a high price. Regardless, his pocket was considerably lighter now and he had fourteen vials of instant-healing juice. Now he can finally actually play the role of support aside from being the ranged physical DPS. Good thing too, as the rest didn't need to shop for supplies as he did and were ready to go back to the grove. Admittedly, navigating the area the second time was less difficult than that of yesterday's journey. They even managed to spot five pale heavily damaged onis distracted by their gorging on the animal carcass. Mags whispered orders and bolted off without a second notice. "...just call me out if you need quick healing." The scout said to the rest of the party before following their foolhardy leader headlong into the fight. Engaging the oni and activating [Zoned In], the scout turned human rocket took advantage of the surprise attack and slowed perception of time by taking potshots at the unsuspecting five's knee joints with his newly acquired bow, aiming to harm and disable their movements to further give the melee-oriented characters advantage. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 320 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 320 + 5% = 336 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 320 + 30 + 10% = 682 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 20 [General physical strength.] AGI – 60 + 5 + 10% + 20% = 84 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END –25 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 60 + 5% = 63 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 11 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.25 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.3] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [First In, First Out Lvl. 2] - Passive. Increase movement speed by 20% when engaging and disengaging enemies. * [Dive N Strike] - Active. 10% SP cost. Dive in any direction and roll, increasing evasion. If evasion is successful, increase the damage of the next attack. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Helmet: [N/A] Armor: Traveller's Clothes (Gray) Arm Equipment: [N/A] Main Hand: Dewsilk Shortbow UC * +5 AGI * +30 SP * +10 DEX when using movement-based skill. Stacks 3 times. Offhand: Wargtooth Dagger C Leg Equipment: Traveller's Shorts (Gray) Footwear: Traveller's Geta Accessory # 1: Accessory # 2: Accessory # 3: Accessory # 4: Money: 0 Silver/300 Rishi Inventory Type: Common Pouch Inventory Capacity: 05/20 Items --- List:* Standard Bolts x ∞ * Standard Arrows x ∞ * Pearl Clover x 16 * Healing Vials x 14 (Consume to regain 30 hp.) * Light Crossbow x 1 </s>
<\|description\|>Jokson Verdona Age - 19 Gender - Male Nationality - Albanian Description - Jok has used video game escapism as a means of coping with his home life for as long as he could remember. Long were the days of his parents bringing strangers and foreigners into their home just so they could argue about the grievances they caused once they've left. It was a vicious cycle, but giving these people food and board was how Jok's parents made their living, so instead of complaining he would crawl over to his gaming PC and disassociate. His parents didn't mind this at all until he got into high school. He was a smart kid and they knew that, so when his test scores began to plummet they turned the internet off until his grades were higher. It was a difficult time for Jok. Not only did his house feel invaded and uncomfortable most of the time, but high school is always a source of complications for teenagers. Around his second year he went through a severe spiral of depression that led to him not eating for a week, his test scores did improve over time, but only because studying distracted him. It would take that full week for his parents to actually notice a problem in Jok. A couple of parent teacher conferences later and he was transferring out of the school, his parents still didn't quite know the full extent of what he was going through but nonetheless caught on to the reality that them removing his one hobby from his life along with this troubling situation wasn't doing anything good for their son. They eventually moved to Tirana and while it was a much larger city compared to their hometown, it was a better suited environment for Jokson. His grades would swiftly improve in the less conservative environment, where things like Esports and Live Streamers were actively talked about among the youth. He even made a few friends at school who enjoyed the same MMORPGs as him, and while he didn't really have a popular phase, the friends who shared the same joy in video games made going to school a little more worth it for Jok. His grades improved in no time, and it was only a matter of time before college was peeking its head around the corner to bring more stress along his path. The colleges in Albania aren't the greatest and Jok's parents wanted their ray of sunshine to have the best. His grades were above average, but they were able to find a government funded program to send him to U.S in exchange for having an American student stay at their home over the summer. It was ironic to Jokson that something that he hated all his life would actually result in a positive change in his life. With the short months he had left to get ready he said his goodbyes to former schoolmates, packed all of his belongings, and set out for the great U.S of A. It was fortunate that he learned English through his online friends, though not perfect and quite broken at times. And it would be those same friends that Jok planned on spending most of his time with in Cacophony Concord, when he wasn't studying Cyber Security textbooks and taking CompTIA practice tests. The kid's wardrobe was plain enough to show that he cared little for self expression, and even less about impressing others. It was inevitable that his social life in college would be nonexistent. But his parents weren't here to tell him why that was wrong, and even if they were, it was obvious that the friends and interactions in this virtual world had much more importance than than the real thing to this gamer. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Ray couldn't emphasize how much he was enjoying his experience. The console and his copy of Cacophony Concord may have cost him a month's worth of his salary in the diner, but it was well worth it, and he was only finished character creation and just spawned in the world! Not only was he able to see an entirely new world in ultra HD without any lag or glitches, but he was also able to meet a seemingly sentient AI admin. The starting location was also gorgeous beyond belief. With equally drop-dead gorgeous oriental motif to the architecture and NPCs(?) wandering about. Speaking of dropping dead. Ray, or in this case Raime, heard a thud coming from beside him. Glancing to his side he could see that four of the players that spawned with him, were experiencing difficulties of varying degrees. Some looked like they had difficulty even standing, another writhed in pain, and the worst off was one who had collapsed on the ground and barely breathing. "Oh fucking shit! Someone call for a healer or something!" Raime exclaimed in panic before rushing over to the one on the floor and having difficulty breathing. "Hi, my name's Raime and I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this!" Raime said apologetically before applying the first aid knowledge. He first made sure that there was any external damage to the person's throat or obstructions for that matter, then examine if he was still able to breathe or not. If he was still breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would remove any tight-fitting clothes on him and observe if it alleviates the issue. If he was not breathing and without any obstructions in his throat, he would immediately begin performing CPR until issue is resolved. If he was still breathing and with obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and observe if it resolves the issue. If he was not breathing and with an obstruction in his throat, he would perform the Heimlich maneuver and then immediately begin performing CPR and observe if it resolves the issue. Raime will perform any combination of the processes above until the issue is resolved. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- As soon as he was spawned in, Lugh quickly began to adjust to his new virtual body, not paying too much attention to the events around him. At first, they were merely simple movements such as flexing and wiggling his fingers and toes, then evolved to small exercises such as jumping jacks and stretches. While calibrating himself with his new body's movements, Lugh also wanted to observe how much his stats had a bearing on his physical capabilities within the game. It was then that Lugh noticed everyone else's newly spawned characters, some of whom seemed to be having difficulties moving around, or even standing. Perhaps they also did some jumping jacks, but had less points in END? Lugh shrugged it off, remembering then that it was around the time his friends would also be online. At this point of the game, Lugh would have preferred to go through all the tutorials on his lonesome before meeting up with his companions, but seeing that they'd all likely be around, he instead cleared his throat and prepared to bellow out the "secret phrase" he had told them on the 'Cord that he'll shout so they could easily identify and add his avatar. "Snakes have no arms and that bothers me!" Taking a brief moment to admire how deep and mature his voice was, Lugh nodded in satisfaction before making his way to the Keystone. Perhaps this was all it took to select his beginning class and maybe even retrieve some starting gear?</s>	<\|message\|>Jokson Verdona Spawning his avatar into the starting zone he had selected was quite literally like being born again. The sun was blinding, his body felt like it was too heavy to move, and his lungs felt like they were being used for the first time. Maybe he should have listened to the owl about stats, those 0 selections are probably going to be the end of him, it was taking effect right now after all. As Kriz laid there in the grass with his throat feeing dry and hoarse, he couldn't even produce words or signals to the others around him. Just slight gasps, deep breaths, trying to remain calm through the rather traumatizing experience. I'm going to talk about this on reddit. Frustration began to sink in, especially when a fellow player came to help him and began to give him very serious medical attention. Kriz's glossy eyes took a long look at the rescuer, but submitted to his actions, he just wanted to play the game. So if this would speed up that up he would take what he could get. As his chest began to be compressed and the person transitioned from one maneuver to another, he could slowly feel the adjustment to breathing taking place. Whether that was this man's hard work, a failsafe to assist new players with poor stat selection, or something else entirely, Kriz did not care in the slightest. He turned to the player with the clean cut hair and stubbly beard to graciously nod his head. His body remained planted firmly to the grass, no plans on moving anything as of yet but speech now seemed possible. "Thank you. I actually thought I was going to die before I could even play the game. That would've sucked." He laughed, winded chuckles only escaping his lungs a couple of times before his baby lungs felt exhausted once again. Anger began to set in the back of his mind. If he didn't have the energy to speak, how was he going to stand up and walk around and enjoy the game? The gracious expression was gone, replaced with a deadpan expression, and as he pressed himself into a sitting position it would be clear as day to those around him that this act alone was quite a challenge. His arms shook, his breathing was weak, palms might have been been sweaty, mom's spaghetti. Kriz was nervous that he had ruined his own experience, but maybe it could be fixed? "Anybody read about stat resets?" The look on his face as he now sat up was a concerning one. The sight of a player who had nearly already given up, a mixture of many negative emotions along with the brief positive exposure that was experienced beforehand. It was psychological whiplash, on day one hour 00:00.</s>
<\|description\|>Jokson Verdona Age - 19 Gender - Male Nationality - Albanian Description - Jok has used video game escapism as a means of coping with his home life for as long as he could remember. Long were the days of his parents bringing strangers and foreigners into their home just so they could argue about the grievances they caused once they've left. It was a vicious cycle, but giving these people food and board was how Jok's parents made their living, so instead of complaining he would crawl over to his gaming PC and disassociate. His parents didn't mind this at all until he got into high school. He was a smart kid and they knew that, so when his test scores began to plummet they turned the internet off until his grades were higher. It was a difficult time for Jok. Not only did his house feel invaded and uncomfortable most of the time, but high school is always a source of complications for teenagers. Around his second year he went through a severe spiral of depression that led to him not eating for a week, his test scores did improve over time, but only because studying distracted him. It would take that full week for his parents to actually notice a problem in Jok. A couple of parent teacher conferences later and he was transferring out of the school, his parents still didn't quite know the full extent of what he was going through but nonetheless caught on to the reality that them removing his one hobby from his life along with this troubling situation wasn't doing anything good for their son. They eventually moved to Tirana and while it was a much larger city compared to their hometown, it was a better suited environment for Jokson. His grades would swiftly improve in the less conservative environment, where things like Esports and Live Streamers were actively talked about among the youth. He even made a few friends at school who enjoyed the same MMORPGs as him, and while he didn't really have a popular phase, the friends who shared the same joy in video games made going to school a little more worth it for Jok. His grades improved in no time, and it was only a matter of time before college was peeking its head around the corner to bring more stress along his path. The colleges in Albania aren't the greatest and Jok's parents wanted their ray of sunshine to have the best. His grades were above average, but they were able to find a government funded program to send him to U.S in exchange for having an American student stay at their home over the summer. It was ironic to Jokson that something that he hated all his life would actually result in a positive change in his life. With the short months he had left to get ready he said his goodbyes to former schoolmates, packed all of his belongings, and set out for the great U.S of A. It was fortunate that he learned English through his online friends, though not perfect and quite broken at times. And it would be those same friends that Jok planned on spending most of his time with in Cacophony Concord, when he wasn't studying Cyber Security textbooks and taking CompTIA practice tests. The kid's wardrobe was plain enough to show that he cared little for self expression, and even less about impressing others. It was inevitable that his social life in college would be nonexistent. But his parents weren't here to tell him why that was wrong, and even if they were, it was obvious that the friends and interactions in this virtual world had much more importance than than the real thing to this gamer. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross The city state's revelries made for an interesting opening. It reminded her of another story. Probably an MMO that she played a long time ago, not that it mattered. But it wasn't quite the time to celebrate. They had gameplay to go through. The discord community she entered with would soon come, and with sharing of a password (or really just asking who was who), they'd party up and start up something to do. And she was immediately beset by hilarity. As they all logged on at about the same time, the entire place went to shit instantly. Two of them were already exhausted, while two more were on the ground crippled. Instantly, Mags started to chuckle. Just as fast as it came, that chuckle turned into a chortle, then her practically falling to the ground laughing. Those two goofs managed to put zero in all of their human being stats. Even more hilarious was one of them trying to help. Like clockwork, they went for chest compressions, dealing damage to the man as his glass bones crumbled with every pulse of the life saving maneuver. With her wiping off a virtual tear from her face, she calmed down a bit. With the secret code being spoken, Mags went to go see the rest of the discord group. "Sup nerds," the first words came out of her mouth. She looked over the memes of characters. Most of them seemed to have their heads in order and put in average stats, which was good. With Calace and the Slav asking for serious help, Mags offered a devilish solution. "Worst comes to worse, we can use the gimps as big clubs, yea?" "It's Mags." Her introduction was quick and dirty. After all, she was the source of all of the shitpost images. Most of them. The "good" ones, at least. She didn't think too hard about the wish fulfillment characters of the others. After all, she was (at least somewhat) apart of that camp too. After all, who wouldn't want to be an ikemen or bishoujo in the virtual world. She did, however, judge the neko. Quite heavily, in fact. "We should probably see if it's possible to get a class and some gear first thing." She didn't actually know the process of getting a basic class. She preferred to go into things blind. Prog on raids, new MMOs, everything. The less information, the better for her. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in without any gear and die. She actually wanted to go in fists blazing, but she didn't know if any of the others could hold their own. So that means it's time to, bat-data-daa, ask around for information. Unless one of you read a guide."</s> <\|message\|>Russel Kele --- Before Lew could investigate the Keystone, an approaching screech followed by his own name being called out quickly drew his attention away. Appearing in front of him appeared to be another player, one taking the shape of a catgirl. Lew was unaware if there happened to be more than one race to choose during character creation, or if this was the result of the game's interesting image upload feature. However, what Lew was sure about was this person had fine tastes. Catgirls are a classic staple, no matter how basic they may seem, and their company is always appreciated. What really caught Lew by surprise was when the catgirl had introduced herself with a name Lew happened to be familiar with. Seeing that it truly was one of his compatriots, the only reply Lew could muster was a stoic thumbs up with pride welling in his eyes. Soon, everyone else from the group slowly began to gather, some more crippled than others. As a few of them began to make their plight known to the rest, Lew had only just pondered on the mechanics behind this game's statistics. If having a low number in certain parameters would result in gaffs such as these to happen, and if "10" happened to be the equivalent of an average human, Lew could only begin to ponder the implications of having a high statistic in any stat would be. "Wait a minute. Would this mean I'm the only one here who decided to boost their END to a high amount?" Lew asked himself aloud, deep in thought. "I didn't even think 30 would be that big of a difference... I suppose that would make me the 'tank', then. Unfortunate, but bearable" The mentioning of classes and items quickly brought Lew out of his trance, instinctively continuing his march towards the Keystone. Lew had placed his hand on it, and... Curiously, Lew scrolled through the various options given to him. However, it seemed that based on the group's needs, it would be in Lew's best interest to choose the one class that would actually allow him to help his allies overcome their challenges. And so, Warrior was selected. Being much hardier with an increase to both HP and END was one thing, but more importantly, Lew's STR was right on the marker. With a whopping 10 STR, now he'll have the weight of a perfectly normal man behind his swings. Before he made his selection, he turned back to the group, crossing his arms. Of course, despite learning all this vital information from just touching a fancy rock, Lew had decided to withhold the fruits of his labor from his allies. Not out of any malice, but because he was also interested if anyone had read a guide. There was a minute fear that Lew's choice of statistics may haunt him in future endeavors, after all, and a guide would at least help him choose the correct class. And so, Lew waited for anyone to speak up, unknowingly leaving the window open for further hi-jinks to ensue...</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- "OH!" Her tail was twitching erratically with excitement."Does that mean everyone's here? Uh... Even with the strange thingies you guys got going on there. I'm Theresa, but call me Ari. Full name Ari Reina Caladis." Looks like the stats do affect a whole lot of your character. Not that Theresa paid much mind to it; she just wanted to have fun after all. "Ah right, maybe there's a tutorial place here somewhere." She responded when Mag mentioned items and classes. "Hold on, I'll go ask around." She haven't read a guide, nor has she seen a handbook with her purchase, other than the one detailing installation procedures and troubleshooting. Obviously the best step then was to ask around. Flagging down a passing player, she contained her excitement long enough to make her voice sound polite. "Excuse me, do you know where we should go for a tutorial, or getting starting stuff?" Ari gestured broadly towards the group. "We've just gotten started you see, and we're a little lost as to what to do."</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ ___________________ "Raiman and ... hm... Oh, then you're that -" kind of good looking older guy, Amelia's brain supplied, "- dude with the brother," her mouth said. Yikes. She inwardly cringed, but her avatar forced a smile onto his face. As Calace approached and Raime offered her a hand, Amelia considered her own stats. They were also pretty evenly spread out. If she'd neglected some of them, would she have ended up the same way? What the hell, isn't that a little too realistic? Theresa spoke up and she looked over at the cat-girl. Gosh she was super cute, Amelia kind of wished she went that route with her own character. "I think that's everyone! Calace, Mags, Ray, Kriz, Lew..." she counted each user off, pointing to them in turn. She hesitated at Amulak, but from his accent she figured he was that ex-pro gamer, "...Stanis, you, and me! Or... no, there a few missing...? Oh well, this many is pretty great for the first time logging in." The red head's smile morphed into a much larger grin. "Ari it is! It's probably cooler to go by in-game names anyway... so I guess everyone can call me Ames! ...oh wait, duh, I'm Amelia by the way! As for my avatar... uh, well, it is what it is!" Amelia - or, Ames - laughed at her own fumbled words. It was strange, her first foray into the game with this loose group of friends was going less than swimmingly, but she was still having fun. With the introduction out of the way, she offered her own game insights. "I thought it would be more fun to dive in head first, so I didn't read up on anything... if I knew it might hurt my character I definitely would of. My stats are pretty much the same as Raime's and I feel fine." To demonstrate she did a few jumping jacks in place before shrugging. Once Ari grabbed a random person to question, Ames turned back to the less fortunate players. "Don't worry, we won't leave you guys behind or use you as clubs."</s>	<\|message\|>Jokson Verdona Kriz took Raime's hand as he was helped up. Though he was still pretty strung out from the whole incident it was obvious that his condition had stabilized, on the outside that's what he seemed like. But truth be told even after being given medical attention from his online friend Kriz still felt a troubling tightness in his chest, breathing felt difficult and his muscles tensed and cramped with each breath. Distractions would soon arise thankfully. Kriz made his way closer to the group with slow haggard steps, each placement of his foot carefully balanced and patient to accustom himself to the weight of his body. The conversation about looking up guides or reading instructions arose, which he honestly couldn't contribute to. He was in the same boat as many, having played many similar games in the past rooted confidence in his mind and so he ignored any information about the game other than some item drop stats that people had posted online. It was his loss for taking that route, and others as well. "I'll definitely be needing some help leveling as well, living beatstick or otherwise." The rock that Lew had discretely walked on over to and touched looked like a good resting point. Kriz really wanted to sit down and lean against something to support his back, standing was getting real exhausting real fast, so he did. Slow and steadily he made baby steps towards the keystone walking past the others and breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. When he finally reached the stone, he turned and dropped to his tuchus with a rustled thump into the grass. And he'd slide himself to press his back to the smooth mineral surface of the object that really did stand out to Kriz. Kriz's eyes lit up like the 4th of July, especially when he saw the Ranger class. It was exactly what he was looking for, he played archery classes in most roleplaying games and didn't really want to deviate from that. He without a second thought reached out and selected the class, maybe the endurance modifier would even fix his broken body or something?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- "Wow..." Raymond said for the nth time as he stood there with Minerva. Gawking at the foreign sky above him with a child-like wonder in his eyes. He was unsure how long he had stood there in character creation with the AI administrator, but even before he had started the game, his expectations had well gone above and beyond his expectations. Francis wasn't kidding when he said this game was nothing like any game ever before. "This is gonna be loads of fun. I'm sure of it." he said to nobody in particular. =1 hour Earlier...= "Yes, I googled the instructions...no, there are no lights that indicate if the helmet is on or not...ugh, fine. I'll see if the wires are connected well." A tall man spoke onto the smartphone he held between his ear and shoulder while tinkering with the strange-looking helmet device. It had been closing time and for the diner and the package his brother insisted on him getting had been delivered sometime in the morning while the morning rush of customers was at full swing. Now after the last customer had left the premises and Ray had helped his parents and grandparents perform the closing routine, he was off to the second floor. Straight to his room so that he could unbox the Full Dive Device and the game card containing his copy of Cacophony Concord he bought along with it. After wiggling some loose wires into place and clamping them secure to the FDD and plugging its power cord into the socket once again, the helmet came to life. "There we go. Now we can get down to business. Yeah, I'm sure. It'll be fun trying to find you in-game. Like a treasure hunt but with people...Yeah yeah. Take care little bro. And for God's sake, take a bath more often. There's practically a second skin of filth on you last time you visited, buddy." Ray laughed as his little brother tried to defend himself. They soon dropped the call and Ray was sitting on his bed before he loaded the FDD with the game card before placing the helmet on. He was immediately sent to the main hub of the FDD console where, after making his profile and customizing the main hub to his liking, he began running the game. =Present Time...= "Oh sorry. Right making a character." Ray finally snapped back to virtual reality and began making his character avatar for the game. He wasn't sure what to do when it prompted him if he wanted to upload a picture or not, so he opted not to. Instead, the game gave him a character with a strikingly similar look to what he looked like in real life. "Woah. That's amazing. It's like looking at a mirror...but I'm naked in the reflection. Uhh...user name is Raime Braun. Race is Human. Height is 189 cm. Weight is 90kg. Voice pitching is zero. No decorations. Just give me some starting clothes for appearance." With that the window containing his naked avatar, switched out to an ability screen where he could allocate 80 points to whatever he so pleases him. "Uhh, just put ten points in everything. I'll decide on a build later." [Upload Image? N] Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.]Classes: NoneIt then moved away before another window opened itself. "User experience, huh? I don't know much about that but, keep it as realistic as possible." Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: ManualAnd the window disappeared as soon as the system placed the configuration to the desire of the player. "If thats done and over with, I suppose I'm ready to play the game."</s> <\|message\|>Jokson Verdona _________________________________________________________________ Weeks upon weeks of waiting would finally pay off for the dirty college kid holed up in his dorm. Cacophony Concord Placing the headset upon his scalp and over his eyes Jok would come to find the inspirational cutscene with breathtaking environment tours and giant boss mob previews. If all of the reviews were correct, this would be the greatest game that graced this generation. The disheveled hair atop his head stuck to his brow as his body temperature climbed and his weak heart pumped hot blood straight into his head. Screw Uni, he was going to play this game until he fell unconscious from the lack of food and sleep. Soon he'd find himself standing upon the floor of some pocket dimension in the company of a giant black owl. It introduced itself as an administrator for the game created for the purpose of guiding the player through the beginning experience, and then began firing out a number of statements and questions that would indeed guide him toward the character creation process. The character creation window was lunacy. Sliders that were both complicated to use, but also so diverse that you could literally make yourself look however you wanted. Jok took a long time perfecting his virtual self, adjusting his facial structure, changing his hair color to white, turning himself into a very stereotypical pretty boy. When it got into the gameplay customization Jok's eyebrows raised nearly to the top of his forehead. There were some that made total sense and others that just, why? He reluctantly made his selections before finally reaching the naming option, which was always some variation of the same he used in every game he played. "Are there any tips and tricks you could offer, Mr. Owl?" "Do as you please, just be aware of consequence." "Ah, so player agency is a thing." "Spread your status points, the difficult content in the early game will call for versatility." "Too late for that." "Farming basic enemies is more efficient for experience. While bosses are preferred for loot." "That's very useful. Thank you, Mr. Owl" With his questions answered he finalized the creation of Krizantemë and pressed the button completing this step of the initial player experience. Username - Krizantemë Race - Human Gender - Male Height - 177 centimeters Weight - 71 kilograms Voice Pitching - 0 Decorations - N/A Appearance - You start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 10 MP – 0 SP – 10 STR – 0 AGI – 30 END – 0 DEX – 25 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 1% Clothing Damage: Off Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele As soon as Lew began his first trek into this strange, new world, he was absolutely astounded at what was before him. Truly the marketing for Cacophony Concord did not lie! In particular, the vast display of the various monsters of this world brought a great sense of interest to Lew. The thought of potentially being up close and personal with them filled Lew with a sense of optimism and excitement that he hadn't felt since he was a child. Of course, these detailed models also would mean that any monster girls Lew would run into would be just as magnificent, if not moreso. These thoughts filled Lew with a different, more adult form of optimism and excitement. Soon, the cinematic began to die down to a collage of flashing lights and explosions before a proper introduction was made by a very over-sized owl. Lew couldn't help but scrutinize this creature in detail, his interest in this game's fauna increasing. Aside from his own degenerate interests, Lew always had a genuine interest in animals, both real and fantastical. The joy of observing their behavior and studying their different traits, understanding what makes them different from humans... Such things brought a sense of joy and fulfillment to Lew. Sadly, Lew's admiration of this game's art was quickly interrupted with his own naked form. Taking a moment to study each meticulous slider, Lew decided the easiest thing to do was to just make himself look more idealized. The first thing Lew worked on was his height, ramping it up to a full six feet so he isn't stuck at the humiliating halfway mark to manhood in-game. Next up was to make himself look more worldly and wise, definitely older than how he actually is. The end product was... not fantastic, but satisfying enough and arguably better than what he looked like in real life. Next was the attributes. Average was always safe, but Lew felt that specializing in some way would help him go through the early game more easily in order to reach his true goal. In the end, he settled with a build that would rely on simply being hard to kill to some degree. The idea of manipulating the forces of magic was not of any true concern or interest for Lew, and magical defense would be easily made up with either equipment or perhaps something he'd develop later down the line. As for dealing damage, Lew figured it would be much better to learn the game's mechanics and intricacies by outlasting his opponents, especially early on. In that regard, it was a godsend that Endurance ended up being both the skill for durability and recovery. Weapon skills didn't matter too much as he aimed to something simple but reliable at first, like a spear. As for the user experience? Well, it's just what one would suspect if they knew Lew on a personal level. [Upload Image? Y/N] j-just imagine i didnt Username: Lugh Dysphoria Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 182 cm Weight: 81 kg Voice Pitching: -15 Decorations: Right eye is crimson red. Left eye has a singular scar and is colored to appear as if the eye has been blinded even though it most certainly isn't. Of course none of this matters as his bangs seem to be covering his left eye at most times. Appearance: Contrary to what the image may suggest, he has two arms. One just happens to be longer than the other by, like, an inch.HP – 10 (100) MP – 1 (10) SP – 8 (80) STR – 9 AGI – 12 END – 30 DEX – 5 LUC – 5Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 4% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Alys Kaleigh [Mentions] @Versa@GreenGoat@Yankee --- Ah, the sight was so wonderful- now was the time to immersed in the wonderful world had finally cometh. It was only a matter of time before Calace was the most recognized healer in all of CacoCon "Wait a minute, I am overbearingly tired." Calace squeaked out, her voice chirping into a whisper as speaking itself was quite exhausting. She took a deep breath, her bright purple baubles in each socket investigating the figures around her- absorbing their features and mannerisms as well. Some of them had traits that were familiar, others didn't trigger any flags, but that "phrase" was said and it instantly cleared all reservations. Calace took a few steps towards the group that already began intermingling among each other- particularly the gal with animal traits and the red-haired studmuffin. But it was very quickly apparent that even simple steps through the short grass, even with her small lighter features, was such a draining venture that she began to breathe heavily similarly to the white-haired boy on the floor. "This is- not enjoyable. Would one of you mind carrying me? Preferably whichever of you placed the most points in Endurance." Her face was flushed from that long-ass sentence, she needed to figure out how to raise her stats like- yesterday. Calace had a very desperate look on her face, a flattened frown with eyes that clearly spelled out "h e l p m e" as well as trembling arms and legs. It was a pitiful sight- laughably so, and were they not acquaintances they'd probably ridicule her. It should have been obvious to them, she basically made the same idealized character in every MMO she played. "It's [Calace], by the way." She winced at her own introduction, and feigned a cheery gesture with a peace sign over her right eye. Smooth.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno --- Weather or not Kriz took his hand to help him up, he would turn to face the player who had run up to them asking if they were still in any danger. "Ah, thanks for the concern but I think the worst has passed." Raime reassured the concerned player that things would be alright from now onwards...maybe. "Now that you mention it. Maybe. Does the user names: Raiman and Frankiestien ring a bell?" Raime told Ames his and his brother's usernames for the majority of the social media platforms they use. Though, unlikely as it may be, perhaps they had managed to create their characters and spawn in at the same time. "Oh yeah. The passphrase thingy. Uhh...' Snakes don't have limbs and that's bad' ? Or something along the lines of it." Raime said with little confidence as he had worked the whole day and kinda jumbled up his memory of last night when they discussed the passphrase. It was around that time that Calace made herself known to the others present. "I dunno who has the highest stats for Endurance, but all my stats are at 10 if that helps." He says while offering the small girl a literal shoulder to lean on. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 100 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 100 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 10 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 10 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: None Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual ---</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Stanislaw/Amulak [Accent Select: Slavic] [Accent Strength: 125%] The moment Slanislaw opened his eyes, he realized he'd fucked up. As it stood, it was hard to even move, taking a ridiculous amount of effort to even take a few steps. So...he'd probably minmaxed way too hard for character creation, and this was how the game system punished it. If nothing else, he had to give the devs props for sheer creativity. This was one way to deal with minmaxers. Still, considering the amount of stat points he would get as he leveled, and the fact that a stat of ten was a human average, he'd probably only need a few levels to pump his dumped stats back to an average rating before going straight back into his build. A thud next to him told Stanislaw that he hadn't been the only one who'd goofed. Just not as hard as that one. Glancing over with concern, he examined the collapsed player among the group he'd spawned with, relaxing slightly once someone else had helped him. Upon hearing the password they'd """agreed""" on (more like forced on), he realized that they'd at least all spawned with each other. Impressive, considering the timezone difference among the rather international group. Still, one glance at...Calace told him that they at least shared the same problem. "I am having similar problem to Calace," Amulak groaned, his thick Slavic accent coming through. "Perhaps having big dump stat was shit idea. Will probably need help leveling to deal with this."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross The city state's revelries made for an interesting opening. It reminded her of another story. Probably an MMO that she played a long time ago, not that it mattered. But it wasn't quite the time to celebrate. They had gameplay to go through. The discord community she entered with would soon come, and with sharing of a password (or really just asking who was who), they'd party up and start up something to do. And she was immediately beset by hilarity. As they all logged on at about the same time, the entire place went to shit instantly. Two of them were already exhausted, while two more were on the ground crippled. Instantly, Mags started to chuckle. Just as fast as it came, that chuckle turned into a chortle, then her practically falling to the ground laughing. Those two goofs managed to put zero in all of their human being stats. Even more hilarious was one of them trying to help. Like clockwork, they went for chest compressions, dealing damage to the man as his glass bones crumbled with every pulse of the life saving maneuver. With her wiping off a virtual tear from her face, she calmed down a bit. With the secret code being spoken, Mags went to go see the rest of the discord group. "Sup nerds," the first words came out of her mouth. She looked over the memes of characters. Most of them seemed to have their heads in order and put in average stats, which was good. With Calace and the Slav asking for serious help, Mags offered a devilish solution. "Worst comes to worse, we can use the gimps as big clubs, yea?" "It's Mags." Her introduction was quick and dirty. After all, she was the source of all of the shitpost images. Most of them. The "good" ones, at least. She didn't think too hard about the wish fulfillment characters of the others. After all, she was (at least somewhat) apart of that camp too. After all, who wouldn't want to be an ikemen or bishoujo in the virtual world. She did, however, judge the neko. Quite heavily, in fact. "We should probably see if it's possible to get a class and some gear first thing." She didn't actually know the process of getting a basic class. She preferred to go into things blind. Prog on raids, new MMOs, everything. The less information, the better for her. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in without any gear and die. She actually wanted to go in fists blazing, but she didn't know if any of the others could hold their own. So that means it's time to, bat-data-daa, ask around for information. Unless one of you read a guide."</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele Before Lew could investigate the Keystone, an approaching screech followed by his own name being called out quickly drew his attention away. Appearing in front of him appeared to be another player, one taking the shape of a catgirl. Lew was unaware if there happened to be more than one race to choose during character creation, or if this was the result of the game's interesting image upload feature. However, what Lew was sure about was this person had fine tastes. Catgirls are a classic staple, no matter how basic they may seem, and their company is always appreciated. What really caught Lew by surprise was when the catgirl had introduced herself with a name Lew happened to be familiar with. Seeing that it truly was one of his compatriots, the only reply Lew could muster was a stoic thumbs up with pride welling in his eyes. Soon, everyone else from the group slowly began to gather, some more crippled than others. As a few of them began to make their plight known to the rest, Lew had only just pondered on the mechanics behind this game's statistics. If having a low number in certain parameters would result in gaffs such as these to happen, and if "10" happened to be the equivalent of an average human, Lew could only begin to ponder the implications of having a high statistic in any stat would be. "Wait a minute. Would this mean I'm the only one here who decided to boost their END to a high amount?" Lew asked himself aloud, deep in thought. "I didn't even think 30 would be that big of a difference... I suppose that would make me the 'tank', then. Unfortunate, but bearable" The mentioning of classes and items quickly brought Lew out of his trance, instinctively continuing his march towards the Keystone. Lew had placed his hand on it, and... Curiously, Lew scrolled through the various options given to him. However, it seemed that based on the group's needs, it would be in Lew's best interest to choose the one class that would actually allow him to help his allies overcome their challenges. And so, Warrior was selected. Being much hardier with an increase to both HP and END was one thing, but more importantly, Lew's STR was right on the marker. With a whopping 10 STR, now he'll have the weight of a perfectly normal man behind his swings. Before he made his selection, he turned back to the group, crossing his arms. Of course, despite learning all this vital information from just touching a fancy rock, Lew had decided to withhold the fruits of his labor from his allies. Not out of any malice, but because he was also interested if anyone had read a guide. There was a minute fear that Lew's choice of statistics may haunt him in future endeavors, after all, and a guide would at least help him choose the correct class. And so, Lew waited for anyone to speak up, unknowingly leaving the window open for further hi-jinks to ensue...</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:100/100 \| MP: 105/105 \| SP: 110/110 --- "Huh, is that so? Thanks for the information and the tea." Raime says to the ponytailed NPC before fishing out a couple of silver coins and laying them just beside his empty cup. Standing up, Raime would give the NPC a polite bow of the head before leaving the calm and serene of the shop and back into the streets. Making a mental note to visit a bank to exchange some of his silver coins for Rishi. Banks ought to have money changers here just like in the real world right? Upon crossing the shop's threshold, he noticed that his companions that could barely stand and walk were now looking much better now with the talismans on their person. "I guess this means everyone is feeling good now?" It was around this point he noticed that Ames and Amulak were gone, but that didn't bother him as he knew she likely went back to bring the talismans to their more severely debilitated friends back at spawn and Amulak had no existing tendencies to sow chaos on a whim. The fact that Mags was gone as well? That bothered him. Raime scratched his head in both confusion and mild annoyance. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" Please God, for the sake of everything that is good in the world, don't let her be doing something stupid. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 100 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 105 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 110 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 11 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 10 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 11 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Class/es: Scout Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 18 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch ---</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross HP: 140/140 SP: 100/100 MP: 30/30 STR – 10 \| AGI – 11 \| END – 12 \| DEX – 10 \| LUC – 10 Rather than getting a fight, Mags got something more in line with what a toddler would receive: strict reprimands. No, she received nothing but scorn for her attempts to streamline the process of unlocking the brawler class. Really, the giant being such a coward kinda hurt. The fact that he was going to offer up the entirety of his starter stipend to not get into a fight made Mags almost consider taking it. The thug class did sound pretty entertaining... No. It was too difficult to do this early on. She'd also have to wipe someone down to 20% HP, which was easy. She could have just beaten up probably Amulak. The difficult bit was stealing 10 more silver and then running it down to Thunderstruck Grove to find a hideout. She'd continue to try to get brawler, for now. Though that twenty silver was enticing... Wait. She had a better plan. If those cowards REFUSED to fight her with goading, she'd just move to the next emotion: embarassment. With the same amount of energy as a toddler that chugged fifty hours worth of energy and didn't get the toy they wanted, Mags started to thrash on the ground in a wicked tantrum. "I just want to fight!" She whined with the verisimilitude of a failed playwright. Bad acting, certainly. But she was making a scene. Though, after a few moments of thrashing, she essentially gave up. Less of being embarrassed at her own actions and more being bored at how indirect the baby method was. After coiling her legs into her torso and rocking onto her shoulders, she kicked up with a push from her hands. Quickly back on her feet, she made another general threat to the group. "If I don't get my brawler unlocking fight, I swear to god I'll throw a steel chair into the crowd. As we all know from award winning documentary The Boondocks, it's an event that'll only end up in a complete riot." She paused for a brief moment. "Old show, don't worry about it."</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A location, an objective and a reason to do it. This was how adventures started wasn't it? By small errands and tests, then onto larger endevours like dragon slaying and fighting a deranged evil old man on top of an apocalyptic machine fortress. "I understand. I'll help, and these gu- eh?" She faltered noticing the lack of other people. Did most of them already leave? "Ah, maybe just me then huh? I'll try to help old man. If I don't get back here at all, then I'd have failed." Well, from the instructions they were given, Ari surmised that the rest of the group must be at the frogmen's location already. Having cooled off a little from the shock of noticing they had been left behind by the rest of the team, she naturally wanted to get a bit more stuff before going on that heist. "Pardon my language, but where the fuck did Mags go?" "I don't know. Maybe they went ahead towards the frogs?" Jumping up and down experimentally a few times, Ari stretched, her tail stretching at the same time. "Lets go there too. They might already be getting a whole pile of stuff." Like a bow stave losing its string, she sprang towards the direction of the frogs. "Cmon! I'll race you both!"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele Between the beefcake's surrender, Amulak's protests, and finally Kriz's unceremonious logging off, the situation did indeed devolve into an awkward one. Not that Lew felt any shame in the situation, anyway. His interception was made mainly to defend the clearly crippled Kriz from a terrifying domino effect, not necessarily "gang up" on another player, especially one who now clearly shows no malicious intent. If anything, Lew was quite pleased with the situation. It seems that having an END difference this massive at least puts him in a clear advantage over other players of his level. Still, this little experiment was not enough to answer just how well leveling END would be for him in the long run. "Sorry about that. One of our friends is a bloodthirsty idiot who would have caused one of our other friends to evaporate had I not stood my ground there." Lew stated to Klein, believing that his light shove was indeed a full-fledged tumble that Lew had easily absorbed. "It seems he logged off, though. Probably couldn't withstand being statistically disadvantaged. By the way, if your Strength or Endurance happen to be less than '10', you could easily fix that by purchasing a talisman from an old squatter up the road, if I remember correctly." With enough pleasantries exchanged to hopefully clear that misunderstanding, Lew turned to the keystone once again. Inspired by his own 'monstrous' physique in comparison to a player who looked more beastly than himself, Lew had made a new search inquiry, one that would likely set him on a path he could never turn back from... NO RESULTS Clicking his tongue in annoyance, it seems that Lew would indeed be gated towards the path of the Samurai. If you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em. Lew once more began to think of the Samurai's different class requirements. The 'Max SP' requirement was the easiest. Lew just needed to level up once and drop two points into SP. The part about facing five ogres in solo combat? Based on her past and present actions, Lew could only wonder if Mags counted as an 'ogre' for the sake of meeting these requirements... No, she is nothing compared to the beauty that was the Ogre Smith he ran into in his earlier venture. Speaking of Mags, the last requirement would likely be the hardest if the group had to keep Mags in check most of the time. Normally Lew didn't care about his online reputation as it's in no way linked to his personal or professional one, but between the crowd that began to form along with with one of Mags' famous temper tantrums, Lew could only feel the shame that was directed towards him. And with that shame came a revelation. "Very well, you'll get your fight." Untying the swords from his belt, Lew stepped away from the keystone, tossing his sheathed blades near Ames' feet. Lew had already noticed there weren't any guards gathering at the time, but in case he was arrested, he could at least trust Ames to hold onto his newly acquired weapons. Standing at about six or seven feet away from Mags, Lew turned towards the adult-sized toddler before stepping into some sort of exaggerated fighting stance. "I, Lew Duv-..." Damned screen names. "I, Lugh Dysphoria, accept your challenge with honor and dignity!" While a public fight between level zero noobs isn't exactly good publicity, it's at least enough for Lew's name to be noticed and recognized. Hopefully this fight would go on long enough for Mags to meet her class requirements. Lew wasn't exactly worried of getting hurt either, and this could indeed be a good test to see how well his END would fare against actual damage. "Oh, right, no nut-shots or we remove your custom emote privileges." Lew remarked casually. Just what kind of Discord server doesn't have any custom emotes, anyway?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) --- A high pitched scream reverberated across the area, coming from no more than the overexcited catgirl as she just about did a little victory jig. "EEEE! We did it! That was so cool I'm about to explode!" Her face scrunched up immediately upon seeing their loot however. She... didn't want to touch even the coins. "I.. suppose someone should hold on to those?" Shoving the piece of fabric back into her pockets quickly before anyone takes a longer look at it, she started on her grass rope again, while looking for a nice round hefty stone. "Ah, Lew, can you lend me one of your weapons for a moment? I'm going to try something, see if it works."</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross She lived. She couldn't tell if it was good luck or bad luck that pretty much every instance of damage she took another 22 points of damage like that. Being ragdolled by an oversized toad wasn't a fun time. Thankfully, the time she bought was worth it. Rather than taking a spine-buster and crumbling into dust, Mags was thrown onto the ground in a familiar pose. By the time Mags managed to rise up, the bulk of the combat had finally ended. Klein became radiant, making Mags somewhat jealous of those sick arm tats. Those absolutely screamed brawler tough guy. Shame that he got them, really. Well, not really a shame since when the radiant light vanished, Klein looked considerably less eviscerated. Mags was there, battered and bruised, and that man just managed to heal himself. Well, that just meant Mags was the one who lost the most out of all of them. She had the highest health pool out of the entire group, yet somehow she was the least healthy. Such was the life of a brawler, especially when they didn't have any sort of healer. Maybe she'd spec into some form of healing. Some kind of monk type, inner ki technique shit. A slam slim Kharazim, if one would. When she capped out brawler, though. She wasn't about to lose her levels just so she could fill in a role this early. Luckily, those levels came with something important: being refreshed. Her resources were refreshed quickly, so the game's mechanics rescued her from death's door. Important to know, really. She allocated her points in an appropriate manner for a brawler. HP, STR, and some more AGI. Endurance was a good stat, but only if she was getting hit. Which she was. A lot. But she also wanted to punch a kappa's head straight off. HP: 140 >> 170 STR: 10 >> 27 AGI: 11 >> 15 The corpse of a brawler slid towards the loot like a gremlin. "Mmmmmmind if I roll... NEED?" By the time she slithered on over, she was already trying to stuff the loot into her bag. She'd make the choice of putting on the loincloth at a later date. It was +5 extra strength or so, after all. --- Lv. 4 HP: 187/187 (170) + 10% SP: 100/100 (100) MP: 30/30 (30) STR – 31 (27) + 15% \| AGI – 15 (15) \| END – 13 (12) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10)</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:110/110 \| MP: 116/116 \| SP: 121/121 --- "Holy shit, Klein. Nice tattoos." Raime says with a light chuckle as a system notification pop out congratulating them for jumping 3 levels. Raime let out a tired but triumphant cheer as he sat down onto the grass. Ari celebrated their first-ever successful combat in CaCo. It was around this moment that Mags slithered along the ground to 'appropriate' the loot for herself. Raime couldn't care less, he was just glad that everyone managed to survive this encounter. "I'll go allocate my AP points then go check out the herbs over there for curative herbs. I'm not sure about you guys but I want to have some healing items on hand before we start grinding for cash." Raime would then open his character menu and begin allocating his Attribute Points. He would then allocate one point each to his HP, MP, and SP. He split the remaining points to his Agi and Dex, leaving a single point up for End. Once he confirmed his choices he then would set off to the herbs. "Well...nothing ventured nothing gained." Raime then grabs a variety of herbs and begins the edibility test. First rubbing it on his skin to see if it would cause any adverse effects, then to his lips, chewing it and keeping it in his mouth, then finally swallowing it. Raime would repeat the process for every herb he finds and, upon discovering useful ones, he'd harvest as much as he can. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 110 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 116 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 121 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 22 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 11 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 21 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.4 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ ---</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 80/80 MP 10/10 --- Lew took a knee, folding an arm and wiping the kappa blood off of his wakizashi with his sleeve. Retrieving his other fallen blade and returning them both to his sheathes, Lew glanced over to Klein, who had seemed to have produced something interesting. Despite his sacrifice, it seemed he wasn't dead, either. At the same time, Lew didn't recall Klein taking any classes. Was this a special class, or did he unlock that early on? In any case, Lew took Klein's heroic sacrifice to heart, and gave the giant a nod of respect before standing up to face the rest of his allies. Lew didn't care too much about the loot. It would have built up over time, either way. After a bit of grinding, the group would have more than enough coin to buy what they need. As for leveling up, Lew could allocate his stats later. He planned to head to town first anyway to check on his progression. Instead, Lew was more concerned about those needing to play catch-up. While they did level up, Lew knew that the allocation wasn't equal. Some of them didn't even take any jobs! As a matter of fact, one of the biggest offenders of this cardinal sin seemed to call to him to ask for one of his swords. Lew slowly turned to Ari, giving her an ominous and very scary look. Untying the wakizashi from his daisho, he slowly approached his catty companion before grabbing her by one of the cat ears. "You can borrow my sword after we get you a Class, first. I don't want any of us behind just yet, anyway. Lew lectured Ari, before turning to everyone else. "I'm going to head to town, get Ari a class, and maybe do some searching for any future prospects for us. I do have a few more keystone queries I want to make, anyway. If you guys want to continue grinding, feel free. We can meet up at the keystone if we're all still online when you're done, or you all can just ping me on our Discord." Finally, Lew turned to Klein. "You can join us if you want. I don't recall you taking a class either, but those new tattoos of yours and that figure that appeared us for a bit... Wait, did the game just give you a stand? Uh, disregard that. If you want to head to town and grab a Class with us in case you aren't getting any XP, feel free to. If not, send me an add over on Discord. Lew D.#1713." Once all that talking was done, Lew dragged Ari back to town, still holding onto her ear like a parent pulling away a misbehaving child.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) Beneath The Bridge, near a Gambling Den. HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Her tail withered a bit at the revelation that the front entrance leads directly towards a rather populated room, instead of whatever she had imagined a hidden area would be. Gambling was it? She had played with cards before and understood how dies worked, but she wasn't any hardened gambler used to putting their life on the line. The option of bluffing her way inside wasn't the best option, but perhaps one she could try if other options failed her. And the other options were... sneaking around for another entrance. The strange buzzing feeling from the base of her tail to the tips of her ears was intensifying, and with it the fur on her tail growing fuzzier and fuzzier. As long as she didn't have to enter the river itself... Padding around and away from the front entrance, she started looking around for any where for an alternate entrance, paying special attention to the smaller animals and insects. Who knows, a rat might lead to a hidden entrance she overlooked.</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 230/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Haha, whoops. Mags accidentally aggroed an honor bound martial artist. Good and bad parts to it. The good being that the rest of the party was likely safe. Likely being if the frog hadn't planned to kill them all, of course. They could probably return to town alive. The bad news, of course, was Mags was locked into a fight, possibly to the death. She might get out if she prostrated and made like a coward, but she wasn't a coward. No, she had a powerful thing called an ego. Something at the back of her mind that whispered "Do it, no balls. Beat up an overgrown pollywog." Well, now was a good time to fully limit test what 53 strength, 20 agility, and 23 endurance did to someone. "Run away or watch, I don't care," she told the rest of the party, refusing to take her eyes off of the frog. "it's time for me to duel." Reciprocating the frogman's gesture, Mags mirrored his motion of respect and took her stance. One leg forward, fists at the ready by her forehead. Rather than wait for any sort of move from the frog, she quickly leapt for the first strike. With all of the strength that her level ups had given her, she drove her foot deep into the ground, propelling her entire body forward. With all of the strength and weight that level 9 body of hers could muster, she threw a brutal left straight directly at the frog man's chest as she cut to its outside. More specifically, she aimed her punch at where she thought its liver was. Mags didn't actually know if her high school biology dissections carried over to biped amphibians. If the frogman fought with fists like hammers, Mags would fight with arms like spears. Well, that was if she was in her wheelhouse. She might have been fighting with pointy twigs, if it was really a world boss.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP:160/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 176/176 --- Raime's eyes never left the froggy behemoth even as it returned Mag's bow. For a moment, Raime thought that they had just avoided the confrontation. That is until the creature entered a combat stance reminiscent of what the martial artists do in the old-timey kung fu flicks. There was no turning back now. Even more so when Mags had a suicidal determination to fight this creature. "Ah, for fuck's sake, Mags!" The scout managed to say before the person in question launched her attacks against the frogman martial artist. Raime gives the monster a quick bow to signify his taking part of the fight, before activating [Zoned In]. Time slowed in Raime's perspective, allowing him to take aim at what he assumed to be any creature's weak point. The head. With near superhuman speed, Raime let loose 4 bolts at the 'boss' creature's slimy face. Regardless of the distance between him and the frogman, he would then keep moving around the area. To both steer clear of melee range and, gain better vantage points to shoot from. If this creature really was an area boss, then at least the chances of success would increase ever so slightly now that it was two against one. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 5 ---</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski HP – 200 MP – 250 SP – 50 STR – 15 AGI – 20 END – 20 DEX – 14 LUC – 18 Classes: Mage Perception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 15% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Funds: 0 Items: Common Pouch Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP:200/200 MP:250/250 SP: 50/50 150 HP -> 200 HP 200 MP -> 250 MP 9 STR -> 10 STR 10 AGI -> 15 AGI 10 END -> 15 END 10 LUC -> 13 LUC A few more levels later, and Amulak smiled, starting to pump his stats across the board. He probably could have gotten away with not pumping AGI yet, but the sheer appeal of fast reaction times to a Starcraft player was too much to pass up, considering he'd have to micromanage minions eventually. For now, this was a good stepping stone. He didn't know how many levels it would take yet, but he'd start in earnest towards earning the Necromancer class as soon as he could meet those requirements. The aspiring necromancer turned to start chatting with his party members, but stopped in his tracks at what he beheld. "Gero gero." "Ribbit." It was...was that the frog boss from Nioh? Holy shit, that thing was massive! For an instant, the player behind the avatar actually felt a measure of alarm, and god damn if that wasn't the biggest amount of praise he could give for a MMO. A world with a feeling of life and an actual sense of danger? This was exactly what he was here for. Amulak was already firing up a Mana Control to pump his spells, even as he beheld Mags walking up and bowing to the thing like an honorable martial artist. Which...turned out to draw its aggro. Yeah, sure. That made sense. Bushido or whatever Japanese trope like most of those entire region of the map had. Either way, as Mags engaged it, Amulak gave a barking laugh at the thought that they'd actually flee from this. "We not running, Mags!" He cried out, starting the incantation for a Mana Control boosted Magic Bolt even as Raime fired at the frog with his crossbow. "Rest of us appreciate loot and experience too! Nioh ripoff fuck!" Amulak bellowed the last phrase as his incantation, sending his projectile flying at the frog's flank.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew kept his head low as he collected his silver pieces, avoiding eye contact as he made his way out of the ogre smit's shop. He was disappointed that he locked himself out of one route as he made his way to the Shin-Yu temple, but soon slowly began to cheer himself up once he began to think of other monstrous wives he could conquer with his new upcoming profession. After all, his knowledge of moon runes was enough for him to know that priests of Eastern traditions specialize in capturing monsters. Clearly this is just Lew naturally growing to the setting around him, anyway. One cannot grow as a man or a lover without heartbreak, after all. Whatever awaited Lew at Shin-Yu temple, he would be open to receiving. It was his intention to devote himself to training in whatever they offered, spending his time learning while his friends spent theirs leveling. Perhaps dedicating some time there will allow him to reach the Kekkaishi class quickly, or perhaps he may learn of another profession that could also impact his party well. After all, it seems they are in need of another supporting fighter rather than a tank or damage dealer, and it seems this temple may teach Lew the ways of the priesthood. In any case, Lew believed it was best to approach this new path with an open mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 200/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 20 (20) \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR Mags was wrong. The frog was just strong enough to not even have to give a shit about Mags. The kick that could shatter the bones of an ordinary man sent her further than a direct collision by a 2003 Ford Fiesta. Even at 10% pain, she could feel her innards liquefy and slosh around. Had she not invested in health and endurance, she would have just crumbled into dust right then and there. She couldn't even think as she went flying through the air, nor could she think as her battered body skipped more times than a human should. The cold water brought her back to her senses. If this was some sort of anime, the scene would unfold beautifully. She'd open her eyes underwater. A vast blue, only changing as the sun penetrated the surface. In front of her would be some sort of spiritual symbol. A younger version of herself. The friends she made along the way. Her drowning corpse. The frog itself. Something that'd give a philosophy lesson to her. Unlock her hidden potential. Ka ka kachi daze and enter ultra instinct. Something along those lines. A life changing moment that'd completely change the flow of a fight. Instead, she got a fish that quickly swam away. It wasn't even a large one. It was like a sardine. Ruining the moment of solemn introspection saved only for the protagonists in dire straits, Mags didn't swim in the river water. She didn't exactly know how to. Her body felt heavier in the water, more so than in real life. The fat she had in real life was pretty buoyant, after all. She chose to walk along the bottom of the river, back into the fight. She could have easily left the fight. Told her friends that the kick knocked her out and she floated down the river. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't let herself. Not because she'd be sentencing them to death, of course. Fuck 'em, they could die. No, this was 100% pure ego. Running away would make her a baby back bitch. She emerged from the water as mad as ever. Pounding her own chest and yelling back at the group. "Lightweight, baby! Lightweight!" Came her warcry, a response from being hit so hard that she was sent skipping. It wasn't lightweight at all. Picking up a rock from the riverbank, she quickly pitched it towards the overgrown frog. Instantly, she turned to taunts. Her face contorted into a bizarre facsimile of a frog doing the same exact facsimile of a human smile he was doing. It wasn't exactly accurate, but it'd probably get the picture. Next, she did the chicken dance again. What once worked on Ames and the others (it didn't) had to work on the frog. Finally, she took pose. A martial stance reminiscent of the strongest martial artist in the world. One arm down. One held tight beside the face. Body angled. Only two words came to mind. Tiger. Drop.</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- "Eeeeeh~?" She looked at the guard incredulously. "There's youkai everywhere and a rat stealing my money is unbelievable!? Ah, I can't believe the guards of this place are so unhelpful!" It was time to double down, and deflect blame onto the guard instead. Ari was not the one at fault for trespassing, it was now their fault for not helping her. Whether it worked or not was up in the air, but she was piling lies after lies, so there should be a foundation of which she can fall back to when found like this. After all, if word reaches the group of whose lair she was trying to enter, they would inevitable clam up. "And to call me a kid! Hmph! I get it, I'll go. Bet you'd sneak in and catch the rat to keep my money for yourself once I'm far away too." Ari's heart was beating faster. Was it fear from being found out or having her plan backfire somehow? Or was it from the sheer thrill of her 'stealth' gameplay. She did not know, but it was quite an exhilarating feeling. If there was a sewer system, then there would be another mean of entrance. Surely there can't be only one way to enter the system. She had wanted to go through the grate because it was the fastest route in, but now that she was discovered, a manhole somewhere would be her best bet. Turning around, she walked away as if to take his advice, eyeing the guard as she made her way out of his sight to begin another search.</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 110/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 90/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 0 Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ The look in the frogman's eyes... was it the spirit of a true martial artist? The kind of feeling you could only get a glimpse of in watching two combatants fight, and only fully experience when you were one of those combatants. That look melted away the ice faster than Ames herself ever could, but she was still nervous as a level one noob facing down a gigantic opponent. Thankfully, Magpie in all her malicious glory stole those eyes away from Ames. The warrior swallowed down a weird, foreign feeling of loss that came from nowhere and rushed forward herself, intent on using the opening. The shock of Amulak's spell and the reach of Klein's spear reached the frog first, but Ames was still pushing forward even while their largest party member was getting his skull cracked. When said party member came hurtling towards her, Ames suddenly came to a stop. I am not about to get bowled over again! she thought. Ames gritted her teeth and skidded to a halt, spreading her arms as wide as possible. She used the built up strength of her power attack to catch Klein. Her arms barely made it around the man, but she stayed upright this time even as the two of them slid back from the sheer momentum of Klein being thrown. Once they came to a stop, Ames deposited the man onto the ground. It was really a shame they didn't have any potions or anything like that, but Klein would have to make due with two quick pats on the shoulder before Ames jumped back into the fray. Mags was making some commotion and Raime was... Raime was...?! "What the hell are you doing?!" Ames balked at the man making himself into a missile. It was certainly an impressive sight, but she couldn't see it working out well for him. Maybe she wouldn't be the first of their party to die after all. Aaah morbid thought. Ames raced after Raime, although the other man's speed was greater than hers. While Raime's aim seemed to be just hitting the frog at full force in any way possible, Ames began charging another [Power Attack]. She expected that the agile frog would just dodge Raime's attack, and at the moment Ames would throw a fist at the creature's weak points - the stomach area, striking an organ would be good. She'd dissected enough frogs in high school to roughly know where they ought to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Rather than shocked at the brutal tactic utilized to take out these Immortals, Lew was more impressed than anything. It also helped that his attackers were all animated thanks to his "anime" setting being on. Even then, not much would have shocked him, for he has seen much worse happen in the degeneracy that he normally consumes. All this had shown him was another hidden power of creating barriers in the field in such a matter, which added to his general excitement towards becoming a Kekkaishi. Turning back to the Priestess, he decided to do something less formal as a show of thanks rather than prostrating himself, giving a formal bow instead. "It's quite alright. I only expected such an outcome to occur, as I did do what I did partially to force someone's hand. At the same time, I did wish to, uh... use that beating in order to further my training?" Lew, realizing he's starting to sound weird again, raises himself up and nods in response to her inquiry. "Yes, I do intend to join the faith. Most of my friends are warriors in one way or another, but I am unable to defend them in my current state. I wish to join the temple in order to further my skills in protecting my friends from the monsters roaming the wilds. More specifically, I do wish to begin my training as a... Kekkaishi, was it? It's why I was hoping I would have received a proper beating, as I haven't quite met the threshold yet to reach the class. That said, I'm fine with undertaking whatever occupation you all believe would fit best for me, as I also intend to learn as much as I can from the faith. Please treat me as an empty vessel, willing to be filled with whatever it is you wish to make of me." Lew bowed once more, resisting the urge to apply palm to face once his head was completely down once he realized what he just said.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 9 HP: 150/230 SP: 180/200 MP: 30/30 (200) + 10% + 10 (200) + 0% + 0 (30) + 0% + 0 STR – 53 (41) + 15% + 5 \| AGI – 22 (20) + 10% \| END – 23 (21) + 5% \| DEX – 10 (10) \| LUC – 10 (10) Equipment: Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR With a guttural war cry, the ground around Mags turned to flattened sandstone and brackish water washed over her feet. This was her arena. It was her fight. This was her awakening. It would have been more poetic if it had occurred in the river, but the sudden enlightenment as a frog leapt at her was kino enough. Maybe a tiger drop was a bit audacious to pull against the frog as it sailed through the air in an arc, froggy heel aimed at her skull. She really didn't want to get hit by it. Lemons into lemonade and counter into different counter, Mags thought about it that way. If the frog was in the air, it couldn't reposition again. After all, it couldn't double jump, could it? Rather than dodging away or protecting herself with her arms, she moved into the storm and charged forward. Her body twisted, turning 180 degrees to ensure her body would accept the motion without breaking. Her hands were where her head once was, moving into the path of the kick as best as she could. The second the frog would hit her hands, she would clasp them around its foot and ankle as best she could. Use its own strength and speed against it as she would try to slam the frog into hard stone. It was sink or swim. Well, stand or drown in a very small depth of water.</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 146/176 --- And just like that. It was over. He should have known better. If the frogman could dodge small fast moving projectiles, what chance did he have in landing a hit? But, for what little it mattered, he managed to buy his comrades a little bit more time. He wasn't sure what else happened afterwards. Everything turned white as his body impacted the ground with a dull thud. Raymond would have liked to say that he struggled to keep his consciousness and persistently defied the frogman, but that was contrary to fact. As soon as he hit the ground he was out like a light. His body went deathly still. One could have easily assumed that he had died then and there. But after a few seconds after falling unconscious, the game threw him back into the fray of combat. Drilling his brain with a dizzying amount of pain. Far worse than when he was blow away by the fire punch earlier. He couldn't even scream properly as his injuries left him with his mouth agape. Locked in a soundless scream as a mixture of blood, saliva, mucus filling his nasal passages restricted his vocalizations to gurgles and violent coughing fits where he spat out the vile mixture onto the grass beneath him. With little else to do, he desparately reaches into his pouch to ingest more of the pain killing plant. Even risking an overdose just to stop the pain. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveller's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 4 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- Was there any reason for hesitation? Aside from dropping into a gunk filled sewage river and having her nose shrivel up and fall off her face? Looking around, and noting the direction of where she came from, and the alignment of the drain, Ari used the few feet of rope she had to wedge the monkey's fist into a deformation on the sidewalk. With a confidence reserved only for the foolhardy, she didn't so much jump as turn around and pushed herself out from the edge, using the rope to hopefully swing into the opening.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lady of the Alabaster Scales? Lew stroked his chin as he thought of the ramifications of joining an in-game religion. He didn't think too much of it in the end, however. If this way of life should inhibit his time in the game, the easiest thing to do is to just not play it anymore. That said, there is one thing he needed to know before he joined this group in full... "Lugh Dysphoria." Lew stated his in-game name aloud. "I must ask, though, before we begin... What does the Lady of the Alabaster Scales think about monstrous beings, those both near and far from human?" In any case, Lew awaited the beginning of his training as well as any purchases he needed to make. A staff and possibly some sort of talisman would be ideal, although Lew wondered if talismans worked like ammunition. Would he only be able to buy a few single-use ones, or is it like Raymond's crossbow, capable of being utilized in a generic matter indefinitely?</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 34/160 \| MP: 168/168 \| SP: 136/176 --- He would have thanked Klein and Ames for their concern for him but all he could muster while he was chewing the herb was an uneven bob of his head and a weak arm gesture trying to reassure them somewhat. Ames' outburst regarding his settings garnered a rough and strained titter that was rather short-lived as he had to focus on chewing on the herb. He kept chewing for a handful of seconds as the choking pain he felt turned into a feeling of a rather severe case of nasal congestion. Once again, he has been pulled away from the depths of agony by consuming the helpful little herb. Despite it being only temporary relief. He was thankful to have collected the herbs while eating wild corndogs. Raime stood up from his position and witnessed the party's desperate struggle. Despite the painfully obvious gap in their collective might compared to their opponent's, they still persisted and kept going. Seeing his friends give their one hundred percent and beyond was enough to silence any doubts that whispered in his ear. Who was he to not give his all while everyone else did? For Chrissake, he was a goddamn Moreno. Persistence and tenacity ran in their fucking blood! He picks up his crossbow from the bloodied grass and takes an optimal position close enough to the party so the frogman wouldn't single him out again, but not too far for it to have ample time to react to the bolt going over a forty meters a second. The man would also only make opportunity attacks when the frogman is distracted to increase the likelihood of it actually dealing damage and decreasing its chances of dodging or snatching bolt mid-flight even lower. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 160 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 160 + 5% = 168 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 160 + 10% = 176 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 32 + 10% + 20% = 42 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 32 + 5% = 34 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.9 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 ---</s> <\|message\|>Theresa Edward Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa) HP – 2(20) MP – 3(30) SP – 5(50) STR – 10 AGI – 20 END – 5 DEX – 25 LUC – 10 Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone). Uploaded Image Username:Ari Reina Caladis Race: Cat Gender: Female Height: 142cm Weight: 40kg Voice Pitching: -2 Decorations: Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime Gore: On Pain Setting: 20% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual --- She shook off the monkey fist off the sidewalk above, and rewound it around her arm, squinting into the darkness of the culvert beyond. Ari already knew of the general direction of the hideout, but getting there wouldn't be easy in the darkness. Well, it was sure to become more bearable once her eyes got used to the low light, but she suspected she was going to need to rely on her other senses to determine her directions. It was exciting enough that fact she might be standing in a rivulet of waste was more bearable to think of. Perhaps not being able to see very well was a blessing in disguise. She remembered well the atmosphere of the den she was going to infiltrate, the raucous laughter, the jeerings and swears as money changed hands. All she had to do was listen to it to see if she was going in the right direction, keep her sense of direction straight, and not get lost. At least she knew how to escape if she was lost; just stick a hand in the flowing water if it came to that and follow the flow. Ignoring the weird slippery squelchy feeling the floor had, Ari moved briskly towards her goal, careful not to cause more noise than the flow of water did.</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded as Shirin explained the faith's beliefs surrounding monsters. It was good that this religion wouldn't get in the way of his goals, especially since they- Wait, did the priestess just say the worship a snakegirl? As Lew made his way into the chambers with Shirin, his suspicions were truly proven correct. It seems the object of this religion's worship is, in fact, a snakegirl. Such prospects filled Lew with a new excitement for religion that he had never once had before. As he was asked to kneel, he had quickly done so, surrendering himself to this higher power. As he had done so, Lew wondered if this afterlife entailed his bones getting crushed... Once his indoctrination was complete, Lew opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't entirely sure what he had experienced, although there was one thing that was certain. Lew felt more free, more liberated from the shackles and expectations of life. Lew was almost sure that if he didn't know this was all a game, he would have definitely converted in real life as well. Bowing his head once more to the idol, Lew sat up straight and turned towards Shirin. "I'm ready for my training, now." Wherever he would be led to, Lew wondered just how he'll be equipped and, more importantly, if he would receive a uniform more fashionable than whatever it is he started with.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 55/110 - MP: 100/100 - SP: 80/100 _________________ I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1 Attributes: HP – 10 (110) MP – 10 (100) SP – 10 (100) STR – 22 AGI – 19 END – 22 DEX – 20 LUC – 21 Abilities: Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. Funds: 19 Bronze Item Pouch (Common): * Fa Trung's Talisman x2 Equipped x2 Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ As soon as Klein slammed into the sandstone, Ames was free - and never happier to be so. The game righted the warrior after a few tumbles, but once on his feet she wobbled and fell back onto her butt, watching Klein and the frog tussle briefly before - finally - the frogman retreated. Or got bored of them, or was satisfied, whatever. The point was he was gone. Ames let out a great sigh at that. "Jeez." What a sorry state the party was in, but hey, they did it! And all they got to show for it was a token. At least, all Ames got to show for it. A quick glance at her own status screen plainly showed that number which was quickly becoming her least favorite. 1. Level one. Still. She didn't stare long at the screen. Once she closed it, Ames stood up and weakly raised her arms over her head in a low effort cheer. "We did it~ nice job everybody. I can't believe two of you got the cool nucleus-thing already, that's awesome. I'm still level one somehow but whatever." Despite her dismissive words, Ames' tone was a touch annoyed. She brought her arms down and shook them, trying to get some of the creature's residue off of her clothes. "I mean, am I doing something wrong? Did I mess up my character creation? I thought my guy was pretty cute but should I have matched my real life gender? I don't really get what the problem is." As the redhead mused, she removed her avatar's shoes and carefully peeled off not one, but two of the old beggar's talismans from her person. One of them was always meant to go to Kriz, but he hadn't logged back in yet to her knowledge. With these pieces of equipment removed, Ames strode off towards the river nearby, waving Mags' question off with one hand as she passed the brawler by. "I feel disgusting," she announced, "We should meet up with Lew and Ari in the city, and maybe like, get a real bath or something... I'm sure all of you smell as bad as I do right now." Ames wasted no time jumping into the river and washing up just to get the feel of the frogman's slime off of her. When she climbed back out and rejoined the party she was soaking wet, but already seemed to be in a better mood. She glanced at the still bloody Raime. "You need help? Wanna wash your face?"</s> <\|message\|>Raymond A. Moreno HP: 180/180 \| MP: 189/189 \| SP: 198/198 --- It irritated the scout greatly that he was unable to locate any proper lines of sight to get a shot through, but it was understandable in the chaos of fighting against three individuals at the same instance. Though just as he found an opening, a spear ran through the frogman's body and forced it to collapse. A sense of relief washed over the man but considering how easily it handled them, the amphibious martial artist was likely going on to his next phase. Raime kept his crossbow aimed at its still form and, sure enough, it hopped back up to its feet. Raime was about to pull the weapon's trigger when the creature, seemingly satisfied with what sloppy performance they had shown, just smiles and tosses a token before disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Raime was left utterly gobstruck. Despite the vast difference of power between it and them, they still managed to snatch victory in such a bleak situation. The rush of dopamine to his brain as he realized that was beyond rapturous. This rush was beyond any pleasures he'd experienced before. Bold even enough to say that this feeling of attaining victory despite the overwhelming odds was a greater feeling than sex; maybe even better than eating some maple cinnamon rolls after a hard day of working with a warm cup of his favorite tea. God. What a feeling. The effects of the painkiller herbs were still in effect but the feeling of blood in his eyes was an irritating experience regardless. He holstered his weapon before he crawling towards the river when he overheard Ames talking. "It's only a hunch, but maybe its those talismans you have? I mean both you and Amulak have similar issues but he still levels up sometimes. Maybe because he only has one?" The scout says just as he realized how easy it was for him to articulate words despite having his face caved in. Upon further investigation, he realized that he jumped two levels and had regained all lost HP, MP, SP. Raime thanked God and the devs for that mechanic as he still didn't understand how healing worked other than the white herbs that grew near the river was a natural pain killer. Ames then asked if he wanted some help. "Ah. Thank you for the offer Ames, but I'm fine now." As if to emphasize the point he washes away all his blood staining his face and gargles out the blood inside his mouth before offering the red-haired fighter a winning smile before standing up and reuniting with the rest of the party. In the meantime, while the party discussed what they wanted to do next, he allocated his points. One point each to his HP, MP, and SP. The remaining ten would be divided between Agi and Dex. Though he decided that once he soft caped them at 60 each, he would focus on developing the rest of his skills so he could be more well-rounded stat wise. But that was for the future Raime to worry about, present Raime was more concerned with finding the faux catgirl and the man who dragged her off. "Finding them would be a good idea. And getting clean would be nice." Raime finishes as he glances down to look at his once pristine grey jinbei, now covered with dirt, grass stains, patches of sweat, and splattered with blood. Mostly his. --- Username: Raime Braun Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 189 cm Weight: 90 kg Voice Pitching: 0 Decorations: None notable. Appearance: Splitting image of his own physical appearance. Wearing a full set of traveler's clothes. =Points when applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10.= HP – 180 [Determines how much damage you can take before death.] MP – 180 + 5% = 189 [Used for spellcasting. Affects magical damage.] SP – 180 + 10% = 198 [Used for techniques and skills. Affects physical damage.] STR – 10 [General physical strength.] AGI – 37 + 10% = 41 [Affects perception of time in combat. Partially affects physical speed.] END – 12 [General toughness and physical defense. Affects SP regeneration.] DEX – 37 + 5% = 39 [General skill and accuracy of movements. Affects weapons and tool usage.] LUC – 10 [Affects item drop rates.] Classes: Scout Lvl.11 - [+5% MP \| +10% SP \| +10% AGI \| +5% DEX] * [Ranged Proficiency Lvl.1] = Increase Proficiency with Ranged Weapons. * [Zoned In] - Increase AGI by 20%. Passively Consumes 10 SP Per-Turn while Active. * [Asess] - Active skill that consumes 50 SP. Observe a single target and determine whether they are stronger or weaker than you. Has a chance of gleaning further statistical information. Perception: Realistic Gore: On Pain Setting: 100% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Manual Spell Incantations: Manual Money: 8 Silver Pieces --- * Common Pouch * Standard Bolts x ∞ * White Herbs x 2 ---</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00 --- Lew nodded once again at Shirin once more, scratching behind his head. It seems that he'll have to do the tried-and-true-method of training that most other games entail. First things first, Lew will go ahead and get one of his prerequisites out of the way. Being lead towards a shrine room just behind the donation box, Lew was told to place his hand on the polished ivory disc, gleaming with a prismatic sheen. A feeling of warmth traveled through Lew's body as he felt the energy being sapped from him as he donated his MP to this relic. The feeling was quite strange, one he was too embarrassed to describe. Once his MP was successfully donated, the next thing to do was to buy new gear... After going through the process of exchanging his silver coins to Rishi, next on the list was procuring more equipment. In this case, Lew decided to grab himself a staff at first. While Lew cannot cast spells just yet, being comfortable with fighting using a pewter staff would help him out in the long run. Lew also purchased a few player-made talismans, purchasing a couple of basic talismans and a few healing talismans. After a bit of bargaining and budgeting, Lew ended up with 10 basic attack talismans, 5 burst heal talismans, and 5 regeneration talismans, Happy with his purchases and his jingly jangly staff, Lew finally made his way back to the Keystone, making his queries regarding the classes offered by his faith. After being enlightened as such, Lew decided the best thing to do now was to look for somewhere to solo level. He'd might as well make up for the lost time he spent while his allies were likely doing their own thing. While Lew was a bit worried about Ari, he figured in the end she was probably fine. In the end, he did not have any more catgirls to worry about. He now has a snake girl to simp over.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect If there was a physical expression for the concept of seething, Mags would have been the image of a textbook of it. Yea, she knew that her nuclei was probably better in a straight fight than Ames, but it was so much cooler. Well, Mags threw that out of her mind pretty quickly, especially since Ames revealed that this place was actually a Sims money sink. "I unno, it's nice." Mags replied to an embarrassed Ames. She definitely wasn't as brown-nosing as Raime, though. "My virtual houses usually end up as surreal nightmares of hundreds of tables forming a maze to trap people." However, the proposition of freshly cooked bread--even if virtual-- was enough to shift Mags' mood to enjoyment. Damn, she liked bread. Black vinegar was a bit gross as the acidity reminded her more of vomit if anything. However, fresh bread and olive oil. That was a certified classic. Almost immediately taking up the majority of the couch, Mags could finally get some R&R after so much poopsocking.</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Given that he hadn't been with the party proper, Amulak arrived later than the rest to Ames's home away from home. He audibly whistled upon entering, nodding in approval. Confused design elements aside, it was a rather comfy place. Useless for combat, certainly, but as someone with a utility Nucleus himself, Amulak could see the utility in it. An established base could do wonders for restocking and regrouping in otherwise contested or hostile territory for a dedicated group of gankers. Or even just for PvEers exploring uncharted territory. "Very good!" He nodded to Ames, picking a chair to kick back and relax in as he sniffed the delectable aroma of fresh bread. Mmm...hopefully it was a nice rye. "I do not suppose you have beer too? Could do with kicking back with cold one, yes?"</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1920/1920 - MP: 1920/1920 - SP: 1920/1920 _________________ [X] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames' heart was warmed with her friends' words, from the simple praise to the more flattering. "Aw, hehe. You guys will have to keep visiting to see my progress." She was definitely the type to take those kinds of simulation games seriously. Many hours were sunk into meticulous housing decoration... although there was once or twice when Amelia did indulge in murder rooms or the like. Still it was all for fun, she never seriously considered it as something to pursue in real life. And even now, it wasn't something to think about - maybe once she logged off, but for the moment they were all still in CaCo and had to plan their next attack! Plan it over drinks, as their mage suggested. "Oh, yeah, one sec." Ames followed Raime into the kitchen area, though she only lingered for a moment to grab a trio of glasses. Britomart was still a bit stiff, and Raime's comment about already having seen them naked had not lightened the mood as he might have hoped, but she was perfectly cordial all the same. "Not at all. Your expertise is appreciated," she said. And while the food was being prepared, Ames returned to the sitting area and dropped a few rishi into each cup, where they transformed into amber colored liquid. "It's like cheap stuff, can't really make complex food or drinks this way but, here ya go." She offered a glass each to Amulak and Magpie. "Once Leif is done doing his doggy business outside, we can plan our next move?"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 20206/2060 (3060) --- Leif kicked back at the ground with his hind paws, letting out a triumphant howl at the completion of his "business." While everyone was chilling out in Ames' Nuclei, the shaman had elected to set up a nice little protective zone around it. It would only keep out monsters, sure, but between Leif's [Boundaries of the Pack] and the ten [Spirit Wolves] he summoned, Leif figured he would at least get a better idea of the surrounding area, much more efficiently through the use of his [Wolfkin Blessing]. He had set up his wolves around the perimeter of his marked zone as well, having ordered them to howl and return if they spot any threats nearby. Turning back into his bipedal form, Leif walked over to Arion, leaning back on his obsidian steed with his arms behind his head. He was always the outdoorsy type, after all, not content to remain confined indoors... of course, that is his excuse. In reality, Leif figured he'd look way cooler if he volunteered to be on guard duty and all. Besides, he never really got to use that ability as much. "Yo, Amulak. Let everyone know I'll be sticking around outside in case some cheeky fucks decide to pay a visit to our little party uninvited." Leif hollered over, knowing Amulak was able to hear him through his weird ass Nuclei. He then chuckled after realizing Amulak probably saw Leif literally pissing around the place. "I can probably do some solo scouting around the area, see if I can flag down more Mora-Sho on the field to get a better idea on who's who and what's going down. Just let everyone know if they're fine with me flying solo. I'll try and go at a steady place so I don't outrange your shit again, eh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ailee Sundish The Angel Agenda: Heroic Duty Dive into danger when an innocent is threatened Seeking Fame Look: Compact, cute, bookish - anyone who looked at her would correctly identify this Rodine as an apprentice of the Celestial College. Ordinary and nonthreatening, the kind of demure apprentice that clusters around more experienced magi. But as she comes into focus there's a defiant sharpness to her gaze, a sense of fierceness not normally seen in one as low ranked as her. But then she takes off her travelling cape, revealing the green binding patterns dyed into her fur - her entire body carries the complex alchemical notation of a binding circle. And now those lines of energy ignite in veridian flames and terrible shadows swim into being around her, dragged into a world they have no rightful reason to be in. STATS Blood +1 Courage +1 Grace +2 Sense +0 Wisdom -1 Pride INFINITE Holy Command You can speak the language of all things. You can always be understood by anyone you speak to, and can Talk Sense to anything that listens. While this divine language lets you speak to all things, it does not let you understand all things. You can command the natural world to obey you, but you cannot hear what they have to say about it. You cannot Speak Softly with them unless they have the ability to speak back to you. Sky's Limit You can fly. When you fly with a passenger or a heavy load, you have the Clumsy tag. Clumsy gives a -1 penalty to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Finish Them. Words of Power - Pride - Sword, Melee Piercing 1/1 - Impatience - Pistol, Ranged Burning 1/1 - Judgement - Hammer, Melee Necrotic 1/1 - Waste - Artillery, Ranged Dangerous 1/1 - Curiosity - Spear, Melee Burning 1/1 You know three power words. You do not need to decide what these words are until you use them. As you declare the words you know, write them down. A Word can be any verb or improper noun. Example power words: Burn, Chains, Echo, Fear, Fly, Frost, Gate, Mirror, Open, Rage, Restore, Run, Shield, Sorrow, Storms, Truth, Tunnel, Wall, Wind. You can use a power word to command any natural object or animal to follow that word. For example, you may speak Power Word: Burn to set an animal on fire, or to burn down a door, or to light a campfire. Unnatural things, Threats to the World, and those that mean you harm resist your words of power. You cannot speak a word directly to such a thing - it can only delay them, and it takes power to do so. When you speak a word of power to a threat before you, tell us this word and the threat you speak it to, then take damage. Your word will delay the threat in a way you describe, but it will break free before long. When you Share this Move, the person you share it with knows only one word of power. They can write their own word, and do not need to use one of your words. Worldly Detachment You can never hold more than 6 Bonds total. When you would write your seventh Bond, erase one of your existing Bonds first. This Move cannot be Shared. What is an Angel? Messengers from Beyond Your people are strange and alien messengers whose magnificence is beyond understanding. You know two additional power words, and you gain one extra stat: Pride. Pride is not used for any rolls, and does not have a modifier. It can be damaged and healed just like normal stats. When your Pride becomes damaged, you gain Hope for your next roll. Angel's Custom: Mightier Than The Sword Give each of your power words one option from each list: X Melee or Ranged. X Burning, Dangerous, Necrotic, or Piercing. X Ax, Bow, Gun, Hammer, Spear, Sword, or Whip. Each of your Power Words can be used as a weapon with the chosen tags, in the shape of a weapon from the final list. You can only have one of your Power Words in weapon form at a time, and can only use the tags of your current Power Word weapon. Language Barrier Your power words gain the tags Useful and Armor. Each word has 1 Use. When you Use a power word, describe the magical way it provides armor or help for you. When you Fill Your Belly, you may restore the Use of one of your words. Smite Evil Evil suffers in your presence. When facing a Threat to the World, you do not need to pay a price simply to act against them. Damage you deal to a Threat to the World is Necrotic. Angelic Gear Light Rations (Food, 3/3 uses) A Holy Symbol and a Prayer (Armour 1/1) Kroan (Fickle Flier, Power Word: Heroism) Ancient dictionary (Slow). You can understand the language of anything, translate any text or Speak Softly with foreigners and animals, as long as you have the time to consult this dictionary. The Celestial College The Bransmuth is the brain of Great Jelt, the university town that produces the arcane scholars that inform every aspect of Empire. Within the schools for administration, duelling, etiquette, and the lesser forms of sorcery exists a dark and rotting place: The Celestial College, Their Majesty's chosen investigators into that which exists beyond even the imaginations of the Monarch. It's a place of deep caution, of paranoia, madness and backbiting. Academia is a vicious place at the best of times, and with the College's resources and funding many ambitious souls are drawn to it - but the College's duty is to interact with secrets that shake the eternal understanding of Great Jelt's imperial destiny. As a result it has become bound intimately with red tape, royal commissars, constant tests of loyalty and endless watchfulness for signs of weakness. The magic of the College can upend the earth and throw entire cities down into the Heart, and so Their Majesty does not allow it far from Their grip. Ailee Sundish (Aye-lee Sund-ish) is a third year apprentice to the College. She dreamed when young of exploring the depths of the Heart and dragging the truth back to the surface that it might please Their Majesty. Instead she found herself facing a career path that would keep her behind a desk for forty years. She was a prodigy of the art and yet she was told to waste her talents in idleness, ritual and routine. So she performed that classic wizarding move: She broke into the Tower of Penitents, opened up every forbidden grimoire she could find, and started summoning cosmic horrors from the depths of the Heart and soul-binding them to herself. The elders of the College had claimed that binding even a single Angel was the culmination of a lifetime of exhaustive research. Though they had scoffed at her methods, she had bound six by the time the night was done. In her escape she wielded powers comparable to the Archmages; none could bar her passage as she spoke from the midst of a symphony of terrible vocabulary. And then she was gone into the dark of the Heart before the Royal Commissars could get their boots on, swearing that she would learn more in a single voyage than all the ancient masters had learned in all their lifetimes. So armed, so determined, the fierce mouse-girl set off into the deep and nightmares lit her way. Bonds I am Lucien Roue's guardian Lucien is an excellent person but he wouldn't survive a day down here without me looking after him. Jackdaw and I studied at the College together Not everyone needs to be pushed out of their comfort zone, but her comfort zone is the contents of a cup of coffee I trust Coleman to get us to the depths of the Heart safely Coleman told me of his journey I did research into the other train knights and frankly he's the only sane one</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "I get why it's in the interests of the community to create a whole stifling raft of laws," said Ailee. "I don't get why it's considered a moral good for exceptional members of the community to obey them." She's not snappy, authoritative, demanding. There are no dramatic finger-points or declarations. She's got her arms folded on the rail, looking out at the desert with a pensive expression. Her hands twitch - twitcha twitcha, tappa tappa, conducting some imaginary symphony or playing air piano. She sometimes tilts her head like she can hear the invisible music. "Once you get a group of seven or more somebody has to be in charge," said Ailee. "And that somebody then immediately does everything in their power to make sure they're in charge forever. In extremis they'll sell their souls to the clown god to make sure that it really is forever. Hereditary monarchy is just a primitive form of immortality. It's this fucking brain-worm that grows inside the head of anyone who so much as joins the student council. And then all the garbage that pours out of their mouths becomes tradition and morality and law - and none of that shit even prevents crime or civil war, it just means that when those things happen the new guy is chained by the same bullshit. Exceptional people," pause to admire herself in her hand mirror, "have to spend so much effort figuring out how to game the system in order to make even the smallest improvement. It's why civilization advances at a crawl."</s> <\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker "You'd rather it advanced like a wildfire?" Coleman burnishes Sasha industriously, but it's immediately obvious that it's purely to have something to do with his hands. There's certainly no thought involved; this is the third time he's buffed that patch and--hold on--wait--yep, fourth time. "Because that's what you'd get if you decided that rules shouldn't apply to, ugh, exceptional people. People would go around deciding, 'Well, I'm exceptional, so the rules don't apply to me.'" It shouldn't be possible to pronounce 'exceptional' as if it's something scraped off your boot, but Coleman manages. "And who decides who's exceptional? Is there a standard test? Anyone scoring above 95% gets to ignore the rules? Is it a matter of being better at magic? Is it about being better at stealing money? Or do you just wake up one day, head full of spirits, and decide 'rules are lame?'" Coleman's not really looking at the scenery. Oh, he's looking out towards the desert, certainly, but he's focusing several million miles past it. "Let's follow that thread. You're exceptional! Congrats! The rules don't apply to you anymore! You get to rebuild society in your image! And now you're the king. You decide which rules to make, secure in the knowledge that you'll never have to follow them because, after all, you're exceptional. "Don't get me wrong. I'm with you on hereditary monarchy. Being in charge shouldn't be a matter of 'my dad was a bigger bastard than yours, so you need to do what I say.' But even if we made sure the leader was the best person for the job, you'd still want a way to hold them accountable. Otherwise, like you said, the exceptional people get to make the rules that say they don't need to follow the rules, and then they're in charge forever. Or at least, until the next exceptional person rises and wages bloody civil war to show how exceptional they are and how they should get to make the rules."</s>	<\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "Try again," said Ailee, "but arguing against my actual position this time. I didn't say that there should be no laws or enforcement. Like you illustrated, having laws is in the interest of the community because otherwise it's just strongmen. But say the Duke d'Nauvair starts that civil war at last and overthrows the King of Grand Jelt. From what Lucien says that might already be happening. He'll have proved himself through politics and warfare an exceptional individual - or at the minimum the most competent of the closed circle of land owning magnates who have a voice in the political system. The laws by definition won't apply to him, what with him being the king and head of a massive army. And yet his reign would immediately be constrained by laws he had nothing to do with! Laws that weren't far-sighted checks and balances placed upon an incoming magnate by a visionary founder-figure, but shit like 'the clerical estate has a veto over legislation' and 'thou shalt not regulate intercolonial tariffs'." She leans down through the railing, stretching out her hand - and the gleaming magical talons that extended from it - and ran them through the sand as it raced by. She withdrew a handful of silver sand and looked at it thoughtfully. "I mean, what's the point of having that civil war in the first place if the new king is exactly identical to the last king? Why are the laws vested with any sort of moral authority if they can't even perform their basic function of stopping a usurper? When an individual so exceptional they can single-handedly overthrow society arises, why would anyone hold to old, failed laws and traditions as inherently moral? Why not totally remake society in that instance?" She's watching the sand fade through her fingers. She's worried. She's not arguing this in the abstract. She's arguing this while she's thinking of her family at home, trapped in a nation on the verge of civil war.</s>
<\|description\|>Coleman, The Tinker riding Codename: Sasha, The Train "I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like 'what is beauty,' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. No, I solve practical problems." At first glance, Coleman looks nothing so much like a small, black, upright wingless dragon, not more than four feet tall from toe to top. ("Four and a half, if you include the horns," he insists.) However, as he starts to move, a more careful observer can tell that there's a hint of bronze metallic scales under the soot, grease, and coal dust that coat his arms, face, and hands. His overalls, goggles, and gloves, too, must surely have been colors other than grey and black in the past. He's proud of them. These are his medals, his badges of meritorious service, of time spent in the coal car, whispering sweet nothings to Mighty Natascha as the coal flies under his claws. Look for Codename Sasha is To Be Determined Stats: Iron: 3. (When in suit, roll Iron for Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome) Wisdom: 2. (Speak Softly, Talk Sense when appealing to emotions) Sense: 1. (Look Closely, Talk Sense by explaining a plan) Grace: 0. (Talk Sense through trickery, Get Away when outside Codename Sasha) Blood: -1. (Overcome when out of Codename Sasha) Courage: -1. (Keep Them Busy when out of Codename Sasha) Agendas: -Don't Scratch The Paint: Punish anyone who disrupts technological advancement or damagesvaluable technology, especially yours. -Improve the World Around You -Tell Us Of Your People -Be Brave, Take Risks Moves: Iron Shell: Your people may be small and weak, but their battle suits are not. You have a sixth stat, Iron, and you have an additional -1 to assign between your other stats. Iron represents the strength of your inventions, including your Battle Suit and anything you Jury Rig together. -When you Finish Them by outlasting them in a contest of power or endurance, roll +Iron. On a 10+, they pass out. -When you share this Move with another, their Iron stat is +1. -When someone who does not have an Iron stat uses a Move that rolls +Iron, they roll at +0. -Your Iron stat can only be healed by items with the Repair or Fuel tags, instead of Healing or Food. When you Fill Your Belly, you may spend 1 Fuel to heal your Iron stat, either instead of or in addition to spending Food. Battle Suit: You have a battle suit, unique to you, which is a machine bigger than you that multiplies your strength and power while you ride it. Many of your people use technology to empower themselves, but none are quite like yours. This battle suit is a train egg, and once taken to the Terminus Station, will hatch into a newborn Train. -When operating your Battle Suit, you roll with +Iron to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome. Only you can operate your battle suit smoothly. In the hands of anyone else, it is Clumsy, Slow, and Dangerous. -Your suit's abilities are listed in your Gear. When you have time and safety, you can spend 1 Fuel to change one Gear option for another option from the same list. -This Move, and the Gear associated with it, cannot be Shared, except through the Tinker Advance option. Your Battle Suit is a weapon (Melee) while you ride it. It also has Advanced Weaponry. Choose one: {X} A full arsenal. Your suit has the tags Dangerous, Ranged, and Piercing, but only one at a time (your choice). You never run out of weapons to use. [ ] A rocket punch, that returns to you by some means. Once per scene, you can make a Move against anyone nearby as if they were right next to you. [ ] An energy cannon (Ranged, Reload, Piercing). [ ] A missile barrage (Ranged, Area, 1 Ammo). Your Battle Suit has an Advanced Movement ability. Choose one: [ ] Arachnoid: Your Battle Suit can walk on walls and ceilings. {X} Drill: Your Battle Suit can dig through earth and stone. [ ] Glider: Your Battle Suit cannot fly, but it can safely fall any distance and you can control where you land. [ ] Jumper: Your Battle Suit can jump incredible heights, and takes no damage from falling if it lands on its feet. [ ] Rockets: Your Battle Suit can dash along the ground at very high speed, and take long horizontal leaps. Your Battle Suit has a set of Advanced Systems. Choose one: [ ] Advanced sensors. When you Look Closely in your Battle Suit, ask one additional question, even on a 6-. [ ] An armored core (Armor, 1 Use). [ ] Deployable drones. You have one Bond with them. [ ] Environmental protection. This is Protective Gear, giving your Battle Suit immunity to a Location Stat of your choice. This immunity does not include you, and you are only protected while inside your suit. {X} Remote control. You can pilot your Battle Suit without being in it. If you are a Cyborg, you can control your body parts even when they are separated from you, and your pieces are capable of moving around on their own. Jury Rig: When you fabricate a new device out of existing materials, tell us what you want it to do, spend 1 Use of something, and roll +Iron. -On a 7+, it works! It does what you wanted it to do, more or less. -On a 9-, it has some problems. Choose one:  Unstable: It will fall apart quickly. The device has only 1 Use, and it breaks at the end of this scene.  Defective: The device has a weird quirk or limitation that requires you to use it only under specific circumstances. The Horizon will describe these circumstances to you. Clear the Path: When your Battle Suit charges through something standing in its way, roll +Iron. -On a 7+, you charge through and leave a path for your allies to follow. -On a 9-, your reckless charge causes problems. You have to go alone, or leave yourself open to danger, or damage something important, your choice. Free Ride: You can carry all of the fellowship inside of or on top of your Battle Suit. -When you Get Away using your Battle Suit, you may bring along as many allies as you'd like. Tinker's Gear: -Toolbox of various wrenches and ratchets (Repair, Slow, 2 Uses) -The Dining Car's finest jerky (Food, 3 uses) -Spare parts donated by the Mighty Natascha herself, lovingly wrapped in the cleanest cloth Coleman has (Fuel, Useful, 3 uses) -Granpappy's Wrench: Once merely a simple pipe wrench, albeit one half as tall as Coleman, this ancient tool has been scrimshawed, engraved, gilded, and lovingly polished by generations of Mighty Natascha's mechanics before Coleman. A workman, after all, is only as good as his tools. What is the Tinker? The Mighty Natascha (blessed be her lineage) is a 3-piston 0-4-4-0 Shay locomotive. She is agile, quick, and powerful, capable of navigating turns, tunnels, and tortured passageways that would surely mire other, lesser locomotives. And she's crewed entirely by a small crew of dedicted, loving, expert mechanics that are eager to jump to repair every minor, nigh-nonexistent issue as it arises, and spend no small amount of time polishing her glowing windows until she gleams. -Your people have never been at the top of the world, and constantly must make do with less. You do not need to spend anything to use Jury Rig. In addition, the Spare Parts in your Gear gain the Useful tag Initial Bonds: I am helping Lucien to overcome his fear of Trains, whether he likes it or not. Ailee is a brilliant example of leadership, and I hate it. Jackdaw is capable of great things, if she can ever decide what to do. When you Level Up, choose an option from the list, then mark it off. You may only choose each option once. You also increase your Level by 1. o Increase your Grace or Courage by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Increase one of your stats by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Take another Tinker's Custom. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or ask another player to share a Move with you. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or two more Tinker's Gear options. You cannot take an option you already have. o Share either one of your Moves that does not require your Battle Suit with another player, or share your Battle Suit with them. They gain the Iron stat at +1, the suit has one Gear option from any Tinker's Gear list, and you can both pilot each other's Battle Suits without the (Clumsy, Slow, Dangerous) tags. You or they can spend 1 Fuel to change their one Tinker's Gear option for any other Tinker's Gear option. o You have Changed. You must be level 5 or higher to take this Advancement. When you Change, choose a Destiny you meet the requirements for and take its first Move.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw The word is steady. Hold the bowl with both paws. Always both paws. No shaking, no matter how long it's been since you had a proper sleep. If you must shake, let your toes and tail do it for you. When you nod and smile to your friend, you think about it first, then you do it. Slow and deliberate. No risky moves. None. Jackdaw took a long smell of her portion. There were flavors there, sure, but...well, of course there were flavors. There's always at least one, what did she think there would be? But she never had the nose for picking out the particulars of food. To her, everything blended together into a mouth-watering, rumbly-inducing scrumptious. And the first taste was hers. "Thank you, very much. I really appreciate it." She gave him a weak smile and regretted it immediately. She 'really appreciated' it? No! That's what you say when somebody loans you a pencil, not, not, this. "Um, I mean it, it's...truly, it means so much-" Oh, sure. Be vague about it. Nothing said gratitude like tired platitudes, right? "Everything's very hard down here, and, this makes it a little easier…" But you didn't see anyone else complaining about it, did you? "I'm, very glad, of all the groups travelling here, this is, the, um..." Off-topic! Hurry! Get it out! You're ruining the moment! "It's...I..." She tucked her head low, letting her cloak fall over her stupid face. Slow and deliberate, of course.</s> <\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker That, at least, snaps Coleman out of it midway through his fifth pass over the same mirror-finish spot. He considers it in silence, before turning at giving Ailee the same consideration. "Let me ask you this," he starts slowly, tucking away the cleaning supplies with practiced care. "Is this a philosophical question, or a practical one?" "If you're asking philosophicaly, wondering whether we should give laws moral weight, the answer's hell no. Laws're only as good as the people enforcin' them. Laws't can't or won't be enforced, don't exist, and rules that are enforced have the same effective weight as law, even if they're not on any books. "I don't think that's what you're askin' about, though. Think you're asking about the law because you got some other questions in mind. If the laws can't be counted on to protect people you love from people more powerful, what's even the point of 'em? And more importantly, when the time comes for you to overthrow the Duke, will those same laws get in the way of the changes you want to bring around? "Am I on the right track there?"</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish "Philosophy is bullshit," said Ailee. "I'm interested in results. And I just want... urgh," she rubs her eyes, then swears as she realizes there was still sand on her fingers. She starts rubbing a lot more fiercely with the back of her hand. "I just want something to change. I just want..." She sighs, but it settles into a smile. "I thought about it. You know, plan A, take my fucking shot at the king and see what's left standing at the end of it all. But an answer like that is both too slow and too short term." She finished rubbing her eyes, one of them quite red and watery from the sand. The other... not much better. She gives a confident little smirk through it all. "So I'm down here instead. Going to solve the problem at the Heart."</s>	<\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker Coleman digs in a cabinet and tosses a canteen towards Ailee. Right tool for the job is water, not another sandy fist. "Hate to admit it, but makes sense. Soon as you die, or as soon as someone more powerful rises up, you're back to square one. "So what's the plan, then? Paint me a picture, Ailee. What's the world look like after you go to the Heart? Is the very concept of monarchy done away with? Killer plan, can 100% get behind that. Or is it an immortal god-king Ailee? Or maybe you want to invest laws with an actual force behind them, to prevent the problems that civil wars present?"</s>
<\|description\|>Coleman, The Tinker riding Codename: Sasha, The Train "I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like 'what is beauty,' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. No, I solve practical problems." At first glance, Coleman looks nothing so much like a small, black, upright wingless dragon, not more than four feet tall from toe to top. ("Four and a half, if you include the horns," he insists.) However, as he starts to move, a more careful observer can tell that there's a hint of bronze metallic scales under the soot, grease, and coal dust that coat his arms, face, and hands. His overalls, goggles, and gloves, too, must surely have been colors other than grey and black in the past. He's proud of them. These are his medals, his badges of meritorious service, of time spent in the coal car, whispering sweet nothings to Mighty Natascha as the coal flies under his claws. Look for Codename Sasha is To Be Determined Stats: Iron: 3. (When in suit, roll Iron for Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome) Wisdom: 2. (Speak Softly, Talk Sense when appealing to emotions) Sense: 1. (Look Closely, Talk Sense by explaining a plan) Grace: 0. (Talk Sense through trickery, Get Away when outside Codename Sasha) Blood: -1. (Overcome when out of Codename Sasha) Courage: -1. (Keep Them Busy when out of Codename Sasha) Agendas: -Don't Scratch The Paint: Punish anyone who disrupts technological advancement or damagesvaluable technology, especially yours. -Improve the World Around You -Tell Us Of Your People -Be Brave, Take Risks Moves: Iron Shell: Your people may be small and weak, but their battle suits are not. You have a sixth stat, Iron, and you have an additional -1 to assign between your other stats. Iron represents the strength of your inventions, including your Battle Suit and anything you Jury Rig together. -When you Finish Them by outlasting them in a contest of power or endurance, roll +Iron. On a 10+, they pass out. -When you share this Move with another, their Iron stat is +1. -When someone who does not have an Iron stat uses a Move that rolls +Iron, they roll at +0. -Your Iron stat can only be healed by items with the Repair or Fuel tags, instead of Healing or Food. When you Fill Your Belly, you may spend 1 Fuel to heal your Iron stat, either instead of or in addition to spending Food. Battle Suit: You have a battle suit, unique to you, which is a machine bigger than you that multiplies your strength and power while you ride it. Many of your people use technology to empower themselves, but none are quite like yours. This battle suit is a train egg, and once taken to the Terminus Station, will hatch into a newborn Train. -When operating your Battle Suit, you roll with +Iron to Get Away, Keep Them Busy, and Overcome. Only you can operate your battle suit smoothly. In the hands of anyone else, it is Clumsy, Slow, and Dangerous. -Your suit's abilities are listed in your Gear. When you have time and safety, you can spend 1 Fuel to change one Gear option for another option from the same list. -This Move, and the Gear associated with it, cannot be Shared, except through the Tinker Advance option. Your Battle Suit is a weapon (Melee) while you ride it. It also has Advanced Weaponry. Choose one: {X} A full arsenal. Your suit has the tags Dangerous, Ranged, and Piercing, but only one at a time (your choice). You never run out of weapons to use. [ ] A rocket punch, that returns to you by some means. Once per scene, you can make a Move against anyone nearby as if they were right next to you. [ ] An energy cannon (Ranged, Reload, Piercing). [ ] A missile barrage (Ranged, Area, 1 Ammo). Your Battle Suit has an Advanced Movement ability. Choose one: [ ] Arachnoid: Your Battle Suit can walk on walls and ceilings. {X} Drill: Your Battle Suit can dig through earth and stone. [ ] Glider: Your Battle Suit cannot fly, but it can safely fall any distance and you can control where you land. [ ] Jumper: Your Battle Suit can jump incredible heights, and takes no damage from falling if it lands on its feet. [ ] Rockets: Your Battle Suit can dash along the ground at very high speed, and take long horizontal leaps. Your Battle Suit has a set of Advanced Systems. Choose one: [ ] Advanced sensors. When you Look Closely in your Battle Suit, ask one additional question, even on a 6-. [ ] An armored core (Armor, 1 Use). [ ] Deployable drones. You have one Bond with them. [ ] Environmental protection. This is Protective Gear, giving your Battle Suit immunity to a Location Stat of your choice. This immunity does not include you, and you are only protected while inside your suit. {X} Remote control. You can pilot your Battle Suit without being in it. If you are a Cyborg, you can control your body parts even when they are separated from you, and your pieces are capable of moving around on their own. Jury Rig: When you fabricate a new device out of existing materials, tell us what you want it to do, spend 1 Use of something, and roll +Iron. -On a 7+, it works! It does what you wanted it to do, more or less. -On a 9-, it has some problems. Choose one:  Unstable: It will fall apart quickly. The device has only 1 Use, and it breaks at the end of this scene.  Defective: The device has a weird quirk or limitation that requires you to use it only under specific circumstances. The Horizon will describe these circumstances to you. Clear the Path: When your Battle Suit charges through something standing in its way, roll +Iron. -On a 7+, you charge through and leave a path for your allies to follow. -On a 9-, your reckless charge causes problems. You have to go alone, or leave yourself open to danger, or damage something important, your choice. Free Ride: You can carry all of the fellowship inside of or on top of your Battle Suit. -When you Get Away using your Battle Suit, you may bring along as many allies as you'd like. Tinker's Gear: -Toolbox of various wrenches and ratchets (Repair, Slow, 2 Uses) -The Dining Car's finest jerky (Food, 3 uses) -Spare parts donated by the Mighty Natascha herself, lovingly wrapped in the cleanest cloth Coleman has (Fuel, Useful, 3 uses) -Granpappy's Wrench: Once merely a simple pipe wrench, albeit one half as tall as Coleman, this ancient tool has been scrimshawed, engraved, gilded, and lovingly polished by generations of Mighty Natascha's mechanics before Coleman. A workman, after all, is only as good as his tools. What is the Tinker? The Mighty Natascha (blessed be her lineage) is a 3-piston 0-4-4-0 Shay locomotive. She is agile, quick, and powerful, capable of navigating turns, tunnels, and tortured passageways that would surely mire other, lesser locomotives. And she's crewed entirely by a small crew of dedicted, loving, expert mechanics that are eager to jump to repair every minor, nigh-nonexistent issue as it arises, and spend no small amount of time polishing her glowing windows until she gleams. -Your people have never been at the top of the world, and constantly must make do with less. You do not need to spend anything to use Jury Rig. In addition, the Spare Parts in your Gear gain the Useful tag Initial Bonds: I am helping Lucien to overcome his fear of Trains, whether he likes it or not. Ailee is a brilliant example of leadership, and I hate it. Jackdaw is capable of great things, if she can ever decide what to do. When you Level Up, choose an option from the list, then mark it off. You may only choose each option once. You also increase your Level by 1. o Increase your Grace or Courage by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Increase one of your stats by 1 (to a maximum value of +3). o Take another Tinker's Custom. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or ask another player to share a Move with you. o Take another Tinker's Custom, or two more Tinker's Gear options. You cannot take an option you already have. o Share either one of your Moves that does not require your Battle Suit with another player, or share your Battle Suit with them. They gain the Iron stat at +1, the suit has one Gear option from any Tinker's Gear list, and you can both pilot each other's Battle Suits without the (Clumsy, Slow, Dangerous) tags. You or they can spend 1 Fuel to change their one Tinker's Gear option for any other Tinker's Gear option. o You have Changed. You must be level 5 or higher to take this Advancement. When you Change, choose a Destiny you meet the requirements for and take its first Move.</s> <\|message\|>Jackdaw At the Aquarium! "Um. Excuse me?" Jackdaw's quavering voice stepped between the three of them, and instantly regretted its life choices. "I, yes, I know, I'm interrupting, but, there's not also another Ailee and Lucien running around, is there?" She gulped. Just a gulp! How was it the loudest noise in the entire room?! "We, kind of have a lot going on already today, see..." ******************************* At the Tent! "Ugh. This is just typical, Ailee." Jackdaw sighed, shaking her arm furiously to try and dislodge a frustratingly determined mouse. "The first time we've seen each other in ages, and you go and spoil the moment. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we weren't even friends anymore." "Oh! Wait!" She smacked her forehead. "I do know better!" The bolas whirled 'round her ankles, tying tighter and tighter and stop. Frozen. Suspended in midair by a scowling Rebuke. "Tch. That makes one of us here who does." The glyphs on her coat blazed to life, swirling around her fur before lifting away entirely to fill the air around her. Pages upon pages, books upon books, dreams upon dreams shed from her body, and still the Names that filled the tent could be counted on one hand. With fingers to spare. "I got you a present, Leelee! Be a good girl now, and share with the class!" And the word was regret. A million million familiar whispers flooded the tent; rust-red, hungering, and more than enough to drown two mice. Enjoy!</s> <\|message\|>Ailee Sundish Regret. You bitch. It's the most worthless and impractical Word you could have hit her with. It doesn't slow her down at all - in fact, she comes at you harder and faster than before, ablaze with the glyph of Wrath. She flights and she claws and she burns and she is not slowed down at all. Ailee Sundish, after all, has a lot of experience with fighting on through regret. No Word could have done less to slow her down. No Word could have done more to hurt her. Every pain that she was keeping just out of focus is now in agonizing razor clarity. The life she threw away tears at her like a ghost. All of the things she sacrificed to reach the Heart weigh around her neck like anchors. But fuck them and fuck you. Even if she can't inflict this pain on you she'll make sure you learn that this was a fucking mistake. The Archmage burns, and the Archmage drowns. [Keep EVIL JACKDAW busy: 9; consequences are deferred but not denied]</s>	<\|message\|>Coleman, The Tinker It would almost be better if Black Coleman weren't so mundane. Give a man an eyepatch, a pegleg, and it's so simple to build a story to fit him. This is a pirate, surely! A blackhearted terror of the rails, pillager of the defenseless, cannibal of lesser trains! You can tell yourself that this is but a twisted shadow of what might be, an impossibility made real through some quirk of the Heart. It's not you, not really. But those eyes... they're the same eyes he sees every day in Sasha's gleaming mirror-polished surface. This isn't some cackling villain, some nightmare mirror-version. This isn't a madman, somone who's lost his soul. He looks in those eyes and sees, behind the coldness and the determination, the regret hiding there. This is a Coleman who knows what he's done, what he's become, and would do it again. He made choices with the knowledge he had. To modify Sasha or hope that she'd be strong enough without Wormwood to protect her. To carry on, to build a family even despite the difficulties. To build a crew who loved her as much as he did. To join in the war, when all other options had been exhausted. Gods. War amongst trains. As if things weren't bad enough without a thousand tiny gods deciding that, Right, it's time to show that shiny new up-and-comer down the rail exactly where they are in the pecking order. Black Coleman isn't even that older than he is, he realizes with a start. No missing scales, no sagging crests or dulled claws. He's got more scars, and the bags under his eyes speak of many missed nights of sleep, but he can't be more than maybe five years into the future. "You don't want to do this." Not a question, not pleading. Simply a statement of something they both know. "You didn't want to do most of the rest, either." He's made decisions, yes. Necessary ones, difficult ones. Maybe the wrong ones? "Tell me what happened. Tell me how to stop this." [EDIT: Talk Sense, 8]</s>
<\|description\|>Kyra Shepard Race: Human Age: 17 Appearance: Kyra stands at 5'4 and weighs 123 pounds without her armor. Despite her dainty appearance, she's actually quite muscular and has some seriously strong pectoral muscles, as befitting an archer. She almost always wears her helmet even in civilian clothes. Bio: Kyra was born in a family known for raising archers. Because archers are harder to train than a swordsman or spearman, her family makes a lot of money via mercenary work or being professional soldiers. Kyra herself is no exception: she started training with a bow as soon as she could stand, and knew how to draw and shoot before she could even run. However unlike her family who were tall and long armed, Kyra never grew very big. She still received the same training in archery, as well as horseback riding and some swordsmanship, but because she was so small no one ever thought to hire her as an archer compared to her brothers and sisters. Tired of always getting ignored due to her size, Kyra decided to prove her worth by joining the Angeli Pallidus. She had some experience hunting powerful beasts and some monsters before, so she hopes to take part in these hunts to show everyone that she just as good as the rest of her family. Gear: Longbow, Various arrows, Steel Arming Sword, Chain Shirt, Steel helmet, and Healing Powder. Stats: Health: 4 (2+2) Stamina: 8 (2+5+1) PStr: 10 (2+6+2) PDef: 3 (2+1) MStr: 5 (2+3) MDef: 6 (2+4) Martial Arts: Steady - Kyra focuses on a target, increasing her accuracy and critical hit chance. Rapid Shot - Sacrificing strength for damage Kyra can shoot faster than usual with her longbow. Bow Staff Smack - If an enemy gets too close to Kyra she can push them away with her bow, also pushing herself away from them so she can move to a safer position out of their reach. Pindown - Kyra aims for the legs or feet of a target to stop their movement for a moment. Grappling Arrow - Using a special arrow that has a grappling hook and rope attached to it Kyra can shoot it at a ledge, object, or enemy to latch onto them. Point Blank Shot - Kyra doesn't hesitate to shoot someone right in front of her. Her power and accuracy increases against an enemy that's right in front of her. Snipe - Taking out a vicious broadhead arrow, Kyra puts everything she has into a single shot that can do massive damage. It can do even more damage if it hits a critical area. Bow and Sword in Accord - Kyra can rapidly switch between her sword and bow as needed. Hamstring - Using her sword Kyra can cut vital arteries in her target's legs, causing them to bleed out and slow their movement speed. Headbutt - Kyra smashes her helmeted head into the bad guy's face, stunning them and doing some damage. Magic: Chameleon - An illusion spell that causes Kyra to blend into her environment, which becomes more effective the longer she stands still. Not only does it cause her her appearance to camouflage to the environment, but it also masks her scent, sounds, even the presence of her soul to match the environment. It loses effectiveness if she moves too much though. Wind Wall - Kyra conjures a ten-foot wide gale in front of her. Ranged attacks on the opposite side of the wall gets pushed away, but range attacks on Kyra's side gets carried by the wind and effectively doubles their range. Hunter's Mark - When Kyra sees her prey she can choose them as her mark. While marked she has a supernatural ability to track them down, know where they're at, and to hit them even if she can't perceive them. She can only mark one target at a time. Likes: Sniping targets in one shot, eating meat, riding horses, and hunting. Dislikes: Dressing up, eating her vegetables, singing, not wearing her helmet. Extras: Kyra is very protective of her helmet after her father instilled a very important lesson about safety. Kyra also prefers to hunt beast while on horse back and is very skilled at horse archery, even using her much larger longbow on horseback instead of the usual recurve bows. Name: Sorna Race: Centaur Age: 17 Appearance: Bio: Sorna comes from the High Plains tribe, who live in the kingdom of Jeoswen. Fast and hardy folk who could traverse the mountains and tundras with great speed, Sorna was the chief's youngest daughter. Their tribe was at war with a rival tribe called the Ice Blood Tribe, centaurs who were attuned to ice magic and could use rituals to create deadly blizzards that could last for days. In order to secure an alliance with a human family, Sorna was offered along with some of her other sisters to a family of nobility. That family was the Shepard Family, a minor noble family known for their great archers. Though broud and aloof, Sorna grew close to the family, in particular their daughter, Kyra. She was the same age as Sorna and eager to prove herself to her family and Sorna, and the two grew up training and playing together. When Kyra made it clear that she was going to join a guild of monster hunters to prove themselves, Sorna came along to watch out for her friend. Health: 7 (2+5) Stamina: 10 (2+6+2) PStr: 7 (2+4+1) PDef: 5 (2+3) MStr: 3 (2+1) MDef: 4 (2+2) Gear: Steel Breastplate and Barding, Magic Lance, Horseshoes of Speed, and Glasses Martial Arts: Charge - Sorna rapidly builds up speed until she reaches an enemy and impales them with her lance. The longer and further she runs the more damage she does. Joust - Immediately after hitting an enemy with an attack, Sorna can rapidly disengage and move away. Cut from the Air - When Sorna or someone near her is targeted by a physical range attack, she can immediately cut the projectile out of the air as long as it's not too big. She biggest thing she can cut is throwing spears. Spell Sunder - Using the magic in her lance Sorna can sunder through magic and magical effects. If she hits an target who has a magic enchantment on them, this attack dispels it. Pilum - Sorna throws her lance or any spear-like weapon for a large amount of damage. It also decreases the target's physical defense if they were using a shield by removing it. Warcry - Sorna rouses her allies around her, filling them with courage. As long as Sorna is leading the charge her allies can easily keep up with her, increasing their movement speed. Magic: None Likes: Running in a large open plain, jousting, carrots, playing music. Dislikes: Small spaces, being treated like an animal, people staring at her, reading. Extras: Sorna is farsighted, giving her great ability to see things at a distance, but makes it very hard for her to focus on things close to her face. This makes reading very annoying for her because everything looks blurry even when she puts it at arm's length. Her lance is enchanted to be able to change size at a moment's notice, allowing her to change it's shape to whatever she needs. It can also return to her hand if it's not on her person. A common technique she uses is to thrust at the enemy and coming up short, only to suddenly cause the lance to grow in length and impale them. Sorna's Horseshoes of Speed helps her move more quickly even over rough terrain, and helps protect her legs from things like briers and things that might damage her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Cain Bellanaris Cain Bellanaris Cain looked at the elf, that was supposedly the master of this guild. In his own opinion the elf was quite young for his age to be in such a position. With how long their life was they should pursue goals at steadier pace than how most humans lived. Having been taught about his own mortality at a young age, Cain sought to leave his mark on the world even while young. As even though he was endowed with such awe inspiring strength the test of time would whittle him away far faster than his brothers and sisters.Getting up from his chair with a creak, his imposing size all the more apparent as he walked by the others. Cain's stone faced stare focused on the young elf, before focusing back on the textile mage. "Mahtar. Helf collo lá" Cain asked the mage in his native tongue, the mage although mildly nervous quickly warmed up to his request producing a large brown fur cloak with the warriors insignia on it. Upon doning it the large cloak merely stopped at Cain's hips not able to cover his full stature. The giant gave the mage a sincere smile and nod, before going back on his seat and leaning on his blade as he listened intently. The blade began digging deeper into the floor with the added weight. "Warrior. Fur cloak please."</s> <\|message\|>Menzai Isanami Menzai Isanami For the time being he kept quiet, standing to the side waiting as three more would arrive to join the decently sized gathering. The first being a human male who gave off a rather uncomfortable magical sensation that likely indicated the use of dark magic and sensing it sent an unsettling shiver down his back. Use of dark magic was mostly frowned upon where he was from but the person seemed harmless enough though the lingering faint scent of blood soon had his nose crinkling in distaste. A turn of the head to see the heavily armored elf, who strangely enough did not introduce herself vocally but via a card she handed to the guild leader. Unlike the elf dressed in a somewhat overtly manner's strong magical presence the elf knight had little magic, even less than the guild master which was surprising though by the smell of blood lingering even on the clean armor being a good indicator that this one was a more physical fighter which was certainly rare in elven cases. Another slight crinkle of his nose; adjusting to the smell, when another human arrived, whose size might cause others to mistake for an orc. yet, had the uncouth and rude mannerism of a brute with an ridiculously and obnoxiously large weapon to match. It irked him how humans saw him as some animal when a person such as this acted more like an uncivilized brute and the lack of treatment to the newly formed guild hall an example of such as not even a minute passing that he caused damage to the floor. A disapproving shake of the head as Menzai shifted his right arm to point at the cracked spot." A person of such size should take heed to be more careful. It is quite rude to go treating this establishment as your personal weapon rack." He admonished the large human in a cooly calm tone then dusted off his left sleeve before slipping the back arm." And I suggest using his cut from missions to pay for such damages as seems fair." He stated towards the guild leader before gliding his way over the mage making the cloaks. A small frown formed at the thought of having to wear a cloak; especially one inferior to his haori but could hardly blame the mage. As his haori was made of special and rare materials not easily gained nor the technique of his tribe but seeing the elf mage gaining a shoulder cape and decided for something small." Menzai Isanami, mage. A short cape of shoulder length made of simple fabric please." Addressing the maker; minutes later accepting the newly formed cape with a slight bow of the head." I offer my thanks." With a rustling flick, he slipped the guild cape on then stepped back to where he previously stood to wait for this meeting to progress.</s>	<\|message\|>Kyra Shepard Kyra looks to Sorna and nods. "You know my sizes!" Sorna nods and heads over to the table. While she was doing that, Kyra was sizing up the others. Though she doesn't imagine she needs to, she wants to know their strengths and weaknesses in case she has to fight them. Once of the first people who came in after her and Sorna was a big guy; smelled clean, so probably a knight or something. He certainly dressed like one but she could already guess that he was the type to pick up a big sword or axe and just go to town. Lacks a range option; as long as she keeps her distance he'd be easy to take out even with all that armor. Next was a big boobed mage; just seeing her made Kyra angry for unreasonable reasons. Even if they weren't enemies, Kyra would definitely prank her later. There's nothing to be proud of about her body! Next was a wolf beastkin. She's seen their kind before, but she's never seen an outfit like his. Kyra remembers her mother giving her some dresses in a similar design, but Kyra didn't care to dress up as some foreign princess. Next was some... Weirdo. The way he carried and dressed himself immediately made Kyra think he was some sort of freak. Seriously, was he here to fight or dance? She doubts he's a warrior of any sort, so likely a mage. Next was another elf, but this time she came in almost full armor, a shield, and a big sword. Weird, but she wasn't wearing a helmet, so she'll probably be just like the big guy: a strong melee fighter but easily kited. Lastly was a tall barbarian type. He had a big sword, big club, and generally was a pretty big guy. Same as the first but probably lighter on his feet. All in all, everyone looked like the sort of crew you'd expect a mercenary guild would attract. Kyra would have to wait and see if they're worth their salt though. Soon Sorna would return with a new cloak. It looked just like the one Kyra had, but with the guild emblem on it. "Alright! Now that we have our uniforms, where's the bounty board? I want to know if I should bring my serrated arrows!" --- Sorna would separate from Kyra and go get their cloaks. Upon reaching the mage Sorna would ask for a small size cloak for an archer, and a large tabard for a warrior. She could tell that Kyra was sizing everyone up, but Sorna didn't care for that sort of thing. If it really came down to it and they had to fight, Sorna simply intends to runaway with Kyra. She may talk a big game about hunting monsters, but she hasn't truly blooded her hands and took the life that wasn't simply an animal. No doubt Kyra would be able to deal with it after the initial reaction, but Sorna hopes to keep Kyra away from that sort of lifestyle. Better that she focus that aggression to killing monsters, and not mortals. Once she returns to Kyra, Sorna hands her a cloak. "For you." Sorna opted not to put her tabard on right this moment; she'd need to find a private place to change first if she were to do that.</s>
<\|description\|>Cain Bellanaris Race: Human Age: 19 Appearance: A handsome and lean young man covered in tribal tattoos. He wears no shirt nor shoes and merely wears a simple skirt covered in plated bones to protect his lower body. Bio: Cain was an orphan boy raised by a clan of Wood Elves. Having been just a mere toddler when his parents died after a boar rammed into their carriage. His adoptive parents being the ones who were hunting the wounded beast, found him crying in the wreckage. From then on Cain Bellanaris was raised by the clan learning their ways, the young babe became a fearsome hunter, that denied the use of metal in favor of building weapons from what he could use for his fallen foes. Cain hunted various monsters in the forests of his home becoming an expert among even the long lived elves to the point he developed his own style of combat that was brutally efficient. Hearing a about the various Guilds solely dedicated to the hunt. Cain embarked on a journey in search of larger and more fearsome prey. Gear: A blade forged by carving and sharpening the bone of a monster to a fine and heavy point, it deals large amounts of damage with each of Cain's swings, relying more on its weight rather than its sharpness to cut. A fine sling used for destroying the skulls of his prey Cain is deadly accurate with it's use. Femur Club: A club that was made from a monster's femur it has been indented with sharp stones in order to pierce through bones. It is Cain's main weapon of choice. Simple stones and ropes combined into a lethal weapon with Cain's strength it can either break the bones of his prey or trip them when in pursuit. Martial Arts: Uncrowned Martial Art Style: Cain's own martial art that was developed not from teachings or a rigorous training regiment. A style made from Cain's actual refined reflexes and instincts that were akin to an actual style of combat but not really. He knew stances, knew how to use weapons and how to handle the proper attacks and defenses against opponents of different styles but all of that was merely experience and nothing else. Refined, exploited, developed but ultimately created solely for himself by himself. This style allows Cain to use martial arts either armed or unarmed even with mundane objects without the much loss to it's effectiveness. Uncrowned Martial Art: Crippling Blow- A simple concept that was honed and practiced by Cain at least 10,000 times throughout his life. To target an opponents vital point and deliver your strongest and most precise blow. Cain's monstrous strength and experience makes this all the more deadly as he can unleash such an attack as naturally as he can breath. This can leave the opponents either dead or crippled depending on which vital area Cain chooses to strike. Although the amount of focus and consecutive use can take it's toll. Uncrowned Martial Art: Rear Naked Choke- A simple chokehold with many variations, the main and simple concept is to merely encircle the opponent's neck to cut of blood flow and render them immobile or unconscious. It was mainly used to subdue humans and beasts that did not require killing. Uncrowned Martial Art: Iron Grasp Throw- Using his immense grip strength Cain grabs an ally or enemy and throws them away or to danger. Uncrowned Martial Art: Presence Concealment- The ability to conceal one's presence from prey it allows Cain to surprise his enemy while simultaneously resting from fatigue. It ends the moment he attacks. Uncrowned Martial Art: Nine Strikes- The culmination of Cain's experience and life. It is as simplistic as it is effective, a high speed series of nine strikes. Cain targets the opponent's vital areas such as a humanoid's upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, thighs, and heel. Unleashing consecutive blows on each target at 'godlike speed' that it appears like he struck all points simultaneously. It is highly stamina costly to use do to the amount of speed and power one puts into the attack. But it has always left Cain's prey either dead or heavily injured due to it's gruesome efficiency. Bravery- Tapping into his indomitable will, Cain doubles his Physical Strength by focusing only on the offensive, as well as removing any magic effects that affects his mind such as fear. This makes Cain reckless though as he will trade blows with his opponent instead of avoiding them dealing more damage to himself and his opponent. Instinct- To analyze and anticipate your opponents next move through honing ones instinct. Cain double his Physical Defense against one opponent, allowing the hunter to avoid his opponents attacks by reading their patterns. This only applies to his current prey as he can not anticipate the movements of others he isn't focused on. Eye of The Mind- To be capable of calm analysis of the abilities of the opponent as well as the battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. Allowing Cain to gain an advantage in Physical Strength and Physical Defense when fighting against a specific foe. Magic:None Stats: Health: 5(2+3) Stamina:6(2+4) PStr: 11(2+6+3) PDef: 7(2+5) MStr: 3(2+1) MDef: 4(2+2) Likes: Hunting, Fighting, Bathing, Elves, Eating, Children. Dislikes: Weakness, Cowardice, Wasting of Materials, Metal. Extras: He likes carrying smaller people than him due to him standing at 6'6 Feet tall. A force of habit developed when he carries the younger children of the clan around the village.</s> <\|message\|>Tizryn Oniksoren Fenris watches as all the new guild members grabbed their cloaks, well he knew they weren't all cloaks he was just feeling lazy and thus would call them cloaks. Suddenly he heard another scratch and looked to see the big man tearing up his floor again. "Hi godsforsaken adan plural edain" he cursed in elvish then walked to the armory. A few moments later Fenris then walked out carrying a weapons rack which he put somewhat near the door. He then walked up to the man with a big sword and looked at him " I have a weapon rack near the door now so please stop tearing up my floor" he said trying to be calm about this. Fenris then grabbed the contract he had received a few days ago and unfurled it than began to announce to the guild. " Alright! We have our first guild contract we must def-" he stopped as he read the contract then stuffed it into his pocket " Ok he is way to strong for us right now we will instead take some smaller contracts first, you may now have free roam of the guildhall and choose any contract welcome to Angeli Pallidus. " he concluded. " This gods forsaken man" Tizryn had stayed still with Alamir for a second to listen to his friends speech. " ehhh could of been better" he whispered to Alamir before climbing on his griffins back. Staying low to Alamir Tizryn hoped that he would not be spotted as he snuck out of the guildhall. Reaching the door Tizryn slowly pushed it open with a somewhat loud creak and slipped out of the door. Once outside Tizryn breathed the fresh summer air and smiled, he knew his friend Fenris had taken a powerful contract Tizryn had even expressed his concerns on it. "that's why I grabbed my own" he said heartily to Alamir and laughed. Reading his contract to take care of some undead soldiers roaming around a village Tizryn figured he could take these monsters alone as they weren't known to be very powerful and there was only like three of them. Nodding Tizryn put away his contract and grabbed Alamirs reigns " Alright Alamir" he said as he readied himself " meitder" he said and Alamir began to flap his wings, Tizryn put on his vest with Angeli Pallidus's warrior symbol. "Ride/fly" Isabella walked over to the mage who was giving out cloaks and smiled " Mage, Druids cloak please " she said and watched the mage make her cloak. Thanking the mage once it was finished Isabella put on the cloak but left most of it unbuttoned. She then looked around and saw the scantily clad elf mage and a elf in armor. Walking up to them she smiled and waved as she looked up "hello nice to meet you" she said smiling. She then noticed the messed up floor and wondered if she could use nature magic to fix it before looking back up at the elves.</s> <\|message\|>Malakaus Vorinclex Malakaus Vorinclex Healthy \| Angeli Pallidus Guild \| Looking for Group Malakaus snorted as Fenris refused to respond to Malakaus about the damaged floor. He supposed it added character to the place. There wasn't much in a way of an introduction, so Malakaus supposed he ought to just go ahead and look for work. There seemed to be a board for contracts, so Malakaus went over to see what was available. He wanted work that would give him access to some ripe crafting materials. As he scans the board, he finds one that interests him: swarms of wolf monsters which had been attacking a farmers and travelers, possibly led by a giant monster known as a "Thextera", a very large wolf. Perhaps it's hide could be worked into some armor? Either way Malakaus took the bounty and looked to the others. He wasn't so arrogant as to think he could take on the mark on his own. He should at least bring one or two others just to know what they're capable of. Reading the description, these wolves have no only started to attack farmers, travelers, and livestock, but have run off most of the wildlife in the nearby area. Hunters can't track down deer and rabbits thanks to these hounds driving them away, and now they've turned to civilization to feed. Killing their leader should be enough to cause the pack to scatter, which hopefully would mean bringing the normal beasts back into nature. Still, the more wolves killed means more hide for Malakaus to work with. Walking up to a table Malakaus sets the bounty down and looks to the others. "I intend to hunt Thextera, a direwolf. He leads a large pack of wolves and harms local farmers and travelers. Reward appears to be 500 thoritans, and anything else we find off those beasts. Who will join me?" --- Nox Nyctores "Barrel" Healthy \| Angeli Pallidus Guild \| Getting a drink After getting his cloak tied around his neck, Nox decided to look around the guild a bit, see what's what. This place was certainly snazzier than Malakaus's dinky little forge, so he'd probably move in here once he grabs his stuff at Malakaus's room. There were some rooms for people to bunk in, a lounge area for people to drink and relax, and even a bath! Nox didn't feel particularly dirty so he decided to chill at the lounge for a while, waiting to see if anyone would get a job to do. He was surprised at the lack of a bartender, so Nox heads over there. With his cat claws he pops open a bottle of brandy. "Mhmm... I can get used to this." Helping himself to the bar, Nox mixes himself up a drink to enjoy as he lounges on the bar.</s> <\|message\|>Kyra Shepard Kyra goes to look for some bounties. Plenty to choose from but Kyra wants something that would be exciting and challenging. Zombies and wolves are hardly a threat. She needs a true monster for them to hunt. Looking around Kyra finds just the one she wants and has Sorna take it. Seeing how the armored person was recruiting others, Kyra figured she'd do the same, finding a table nearby to sit down and recruit other members to join her and Sorna. "If you're looking for a real hunt, than come with me and Sorna to track down a bridge troll! Apparently he's smart enough to actually talk to people, but whenever they answer his riddles, he just eats them anyways! He's tough, and seems like he heals from his wounds, but I bet anyone who helps me take him down will be rewarded well! I'll be taking maybe three more people before we head out!"</s> <\|message\|>Menzai Isanami Menzai Isanami The meeting proved to be unexpectedly short with the guild leader giving free roam of the guild hall and selecting a quest though not before pocketing one away as it seemed too difficult. And within seconds some had already gathered together to talk as others made quick work in selecting a quest. His ears perked; catching the voices of the orc Malakus claiming a thextera hunt then shortly after the centaur and archer whose name he caught during their cape selection since they had arrived before him so he would not of known their names otherwise, but two had selected one concerning a bridge troll. Menzai glanced briefly at the two possible parties, working out which one would be more interesting and more important the better gain. He tapped a clawed finger against his sleeved arm as he pondered.* A bridge troll certainly sounds troubling and makes traveling difficult though this also depends on how much traffic this bridge gets.* Tilting his head slightly as he thought.* Yet, the troll does not venture out and long as its avoided causes little trouble. These thextera, however actively attack live stock and could prove dangerous if left alone.* Hunting thextera would also gain him intel on these strange beast that his tribe knows little of and materials as a bonus. Lifting his head back up with a small nod, he strode over to the large orc and leaned over to read over the contract." I offer to assist in the hunt, great orc. Though, forgive me as I have not yet caught your name, having arrived after you. " Lifting his gaze up to the taller male who merely stated his role to the mage. Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Darc Riovas "Well that answers that question." Darc says as the group was told to just pick whatever bounty they wanted off the board and go for it. Everyone was still milling about, talking to each other or leaving for their own quest. No one seemed to pay him too much mind which made Darc feel lonely, so he should go look for a team to work with. Already two people had picked a contract and were going to look for a group. Either some wolf or some troll. Darc decided he would go after the troll; chances are they'll have the strength in numbers against the troll, which will make Darc's own unique magic talents more obvious. Not to mention the chances of Darc getting a troll as an undead servant was too tempting to pass up if they can slay it. So Darc goes over to the table with the two girls and smiles at them. "Hello hello! I'd like to join your hunt. Darc Riovas, at your service. My magic ought counter the troll's regeneration, so I'll leave it to you two to make sure he doesn't get too close to me."</s>	<\|message\|>Cain Bellanaris "Sorrui" Cain said sheepishly before putting his weapons on the rack, and continuing back to his seat. The man listened to the explanations of how the guild works, a simple hunt and gather type system that was easily understandable to him. Afterward, Cain stared at the various papers in each person's hands, the troll was a new enemy he had no experience in fighting. But by the description, it would be a worthy fight the giant of a man moved closer to the horsewoman and her companion. Pointing to the paper before himself, making his intention to join clear.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophiel Sargute Personal Information Titles: Seagull, Sophie Age: 16 Gender:Female Date of Birth: 4/14 Hobbies: Reading, practicing her magic, keeping things prim and proper Height / Weight: 5'2" (160 cm) 50 kg Appearance: Personality: Sophiel holds herself with politeness in mind and tries to be the best person in the room. She'll speak up against bullies, she won't tolerate any mischief, and she will absolutely not tolerate failure. Even when she finds herself with someone she extremely 'dislikes' she will act courtesy and treat them respectfully. Though to call this a facade is partially true, she means and doesn't mean with what she says and does. Sophiel is heavily an idealist. She has an unwavering faith to her ideals and cannot be swayed from them. Such as her view of justice that was passed on to her by her parents. "Whenever there's evil, you must exterminate it. Leave no trace behind so that peace shall be upheld." Those were the words that were engraved to her heart and took them to the extreme. No matter what kind of cruel acts she commits, she will not hold any remorse as long as her ideals are upheld. To how she actually feels is a different story. Compared to her facade, she does want to help others whenever they need it and wants people to pay attention to her. However her constantly developing jealous feelings of inferiority keep on manifesting whenever they outshine her, much to her shame. These feelings will constantly peck at her whenever she feels harassed or targeted, and are never to be shared with anyone. She is a logical and emotional person which causes her to be confused whether her feelings are justified or not. When poked around the topic about her magic, she'll feel extremely flustered and become extremely upset. It's best not to bring it up to her. History: Born into a relatively strict family Sophiel was born as the youngest out of her three siblings in the household. Out of the three of them it was easy to tell that Sophiel was the runt of the litter due to her incompetence and weak will. While her magic was the strongest out of the three, her inability to control it made it a wasted effort. She was treated well, but was not pampered like her other siblings. This in turn made her into a meek and timid kid that was most often bullied during her childhood. Not being favored by her parents and receiving the harassment of her peers caused her to develop feelings of inferiority to people all around her. It did not matter if they were friend, family, or foe, it just mattered whether she felt it or not. This deep envy lead her to feel great shame for feeling these kinds of things. However, this would all change when an abrupt series of events had occurred. Her older sister eloped and ran away with a man that had deeply charmed her, her older brother was killed when he tried to interfere during a hit and run. The C-Class curse was the cause for this, her parents said as they mourned for their loss. However despite that, what was supposed to be a horrible time for her family didn't seem to faze Sophiel. She continued as if nothing happened. Secretly though, deep inside, she was elated to hear of their demise. It meant that she had the sole attention of her parents. With no apparent heir left, except for her, they trained her to be the next heir. Focusing on physical combat instead of magic, they trained her without giving her a moment's rest and passed their ideals onto her. Not once did Sophiel stop nor did she complain. All she did was train until she felt like she was going to fall apart. She basked in her parent's attention and enjoyed every moment they shared together. Never had she felt happier in her life. Once her training had been finished she was enrolled into Avalice to be recognized as a hero among all, a title that Sophiel most deeply wanted. Starting in Class M, she tried her best to support her classmates and be a role model to follow. Despite that she grew envious of her classmates and grew to detest them as time went on. While her facade was well received, it was put to a stop once they saw her in action in combat. The Sophiel in the field was completely different from the Sophiel in spars. She was brutal, merciless, and cruel. Anyone she would consider evil would be brutally mutilated or killed. Not even the teacher could sway her from moving from such brutal methods. She was transferred to Class C thereafter. There was hope under the guidance of a former Miracle Seven that her current path may be changed. Sophiel wasn't upset that she was being transferred into Class C, in fact she was more than happy to transfer into that class. This is where she would prove that she was superior to her siblings and claim honor for herself and family by graduating under the cursed class. Combat Information Classification: Might Mana Color: Light Green Mana Characteristic: A beautiful, noble, calm presence that envelopes all that come near to it. Yet, at the same time it's a disgusting, impure, and distorting feeling of wrongness. A pure contradictory and hypocritical existence. Equipment: Leather gauntlets Magic: Song Magic: Gathering Spells: Inconsistent Chorus: A spell that activates whenever Sophiel fails to use her magic in the correct fashion. Mana is released and gathered and creates a barrier like structure that repels anything that is around Sophiel. This spell also imposes a burden to Sophiel and those within the barrier as it freezes them in place until the spell has canceled. Techniques: Three-way Current: Sophiel pivots and swings out her leg to kick in front of her. Quickly, she sets down her foot and kicks again with her other foot at a low angle and again quickly sets down her foot to prepare for her next kick. This time she aims high and thrusts out her final kick. Each kick has more power than the last one before it. Bow Gun: Sophiel takes a step back as she pulls back her arm. In the next instance, she lunges forward and thrust her fist forward in quick succession. This move is more effective as an opener in the fight, though if given an opportunity the quickness of this move may be useful mid fight. Sail Breeze: Sophiel throws out fast jabs aimed mainly at the 'torso' of the target. After throwing many jabs at the opponent she takes a step back, pivots and uses her remaining momentum to thrust her elbow into the target. Parameters Mana: 4 / 5 Channeling: 1 / 5 Magic: 5 / 5 Technique: 3 / 5 Strength: 3 / 5 Speed: 4 / 5 Body: 3 / 5 Intellect: 4 / 5</s> <\|message\|>Caelum Tempesta --- Location \|\| Train → Forest → The Village — Outskirts of Genelogia • Interactions \|\| Everyone we need dat @everyone tag --- Caelum couldn't deny himself some of the simple pleasures the train had to offer. Avalice was a beautiful place on its own and Caelum had spent many hours trying to bask in her wonders as much as he could, but seeing her pass by him as the train continued on its path was a different, if not pleasant, experience. Along with some spring rolls he had ordered and some refreshing juice, the boy had no complaints about how he were to spend his time. Though, I could do without the death glares from the Queen of Thorns, Caelum lamented momentarily, daring not to look over to her. Instead, he led his gaze out the window, seeing the hint of colors that shouldn't be there. It wouldn't be long after waking up from a short nap, heeding the advice to rest up when he could, they arrived at their destination. The first alert he got was from Professor Nyx who was less enthusiastic than the train conductor announcing it a few moments after. Caelum gathered the trash he had collected, grabbed his bag, and his sword, hoisting both on his person as he followed the rest of the class out. At a nearby trash can, he deposited the empty plastic juice box and sandwich wrappings into it. As they made their way a little further away from the train, Caelum couldn't help but observe the professor looking at a map and muttering something. He only heard the whisperings of "northern trail", everything else was out of his range of hearing. Not like it mattered because, within ten seconds, the focused professor declared his instructions to the class, ordering them to stick close. "And yet I hear nobody ask about the five-mile journey ahead of us." Caelum let out an annoyed sigh, perking up immediately when the professor gave him the task of the rear, which was just the polite way of saying to the back of the line. But Caelum was, if nothing else, able to follow simple orders. From the back of the line, Caelum had the distinct pleasure of not being able to see most of his class, only those who were probably two or three positions in front of him. He had Stormbringer out as a precaution. Traveling through this forest, although nowhere as serene as the plains and countrysides he'd been to during his couple of years of travel, Caelum felt more at peace being able to put his walking boots to use than being forced to sit down in a train (or in Han's case, stand up for a few hours). He had fond memories of developing certain skills as he went, being taught what berries were poisonous, what healed, what were best as a snack for the road. These memories often came with a backdrop of a reminder about how he was practically without family and maybe, in some way, Caelum clung to his class as a surrogate. Or maybe he was getting too lost in his memories of the past that he was getting too emotional. But then again, Nyx, though not exactly, had a certain tough, strict older brother vibe that Caelum was starting to like. Smiling at the thought, it was only after he forced himself to direct all of his efforts onto the path ahead did Caelum notice the odd coloring of the leaves. He noticed earlier, but he didn't give it much thought, but now, as he looked around, something definitely wasn't right, he just didn't know what. The group arrived and that feeling from earlier held more weight than he initially thought. The sight of a guy with bark for skin would do that, which clearly wasn't natural. Or at least I hope it isn't natural. Caelum's understanding of this world wasn't as expansive as some of his classmates, but he was almost certain having dark brown, barky skin wasn't organic. As he nodded, he kept most of his vomit-for-thoughts to himself and simply watched as those with the proper knowledge about unnatural conditions, Caelum just listened but found himself a little bored by the details. Still, he couldn't help but voice his approval of the idea to gather information. "I second that notion!" Caelum added, which was nothing useful but it was out there nevertheless! "We're strangers in a strange land with strange happenings," Caelum mused to the others. "It's all just very strange."</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Train - 5th car Mandi had tilted the head to the left and right as Misaya began to address the mage from out of nowhere, the words spoken were met with a blank facial expression before Mandi's hands began to clap. "Oh! That kind of rhymed, I think. What did you say again?" The hydromancer had tapped it's chin with a single finger, looking Misaya over momentarily as Alberta didn't seem willing to answer the questions posed. "Oh nevermind~." The hydromancer waved one of it's hands in a dismissive manner before having gotten seated at one of the remaining spots, remaining quiet for the remainder of the train-trip. Genelogia - Outskirts Mandi had chosen to remain silent even as the class and the professor got off the train. But the young mage was making good use of it's eyes and ears, making sure to hear out what the professor was saying and secondly the other students. When it came to sights, there were the strange autumn coloured trees, a desolate looking village and lastly a villager which seemed to be afflicted by something. Mandi had some suspiciouns of what it possibly could be, but what use would there be in telling the others about it all? The trip through the forest had been just like any other stroll for Mandi who happened to do plenty of wandering about. Whereof it were indoors, in a forest or a road didn't matter much. There were after all plenty of things to think about while walking, while at the same time looking for things of interest. As it were now however, Mandi's classmates were delving into such matters. 'If they need something they will ask, though the likelihood of that is far lower now...' The mage thought, with a slight exhale, blowing some strands of hair away from it's face.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophiel Sargute After that little embarrassing train conversation with Ty, she left him once the train arrived at their destinations. Still a little red, she sighed before taking a deep breath. Note to self, practice tolerance. She felt a little inflicting pain onto her classmate just because she was embarrassed, so she needed to work on that later. For now, she would have to stay vigilant as they made their way to a village. Staying close to Yvaine, she remembered the young girl talking to Sekhandur earlier. While she didn't talk to Sekhandur that much, he was a possible bad influence by the way he carried himself. Standing boldly like a king with no land to call a kingdom. While she couldn't tell the mana any different like her classmates, she did notice their attentiveness towards their surroundings. Looking at it now, she understood why. The leaves were out of the season. Currently, it was spring yet the leafs were colored as if it was fall. "How strange," She muttered to herself as they made their way towards the village. For her first time visiting a village, she doubted that she was going to see a thriving community that Ty would have told her it would be. When they arrived at the village, her suspicions were confirmed as it looked like the village was quarantining itself. Some houses boarded up, the village itself seemingly thrived on silence, and there was an ill villager on the grounds of the village. His skin was had become bark like and had a vacant expression. Alberta was right, though she could have put it a little more politely, they shouldn't try to talk to the villager. Who knows what might happen. "Yvaine, stay close to one of us." Sophiel said. Knowing Yvaine, she'd probably attempt to heal the villager in order to cure him or relieve him in whatever pain was he in. She agreed to what Kiara had to say, however she felt a little angry when she did, they should gather as much as intel before taking action. "Agreed, hopefully there are some who are left unaffected by whatever is happening here." There was also one more thing she wanted to know. How long has this affliction been happening? Looking at the man it may have been recent but looking up at the boarded houses, she would have to beg to differ. "What kind of artifact did the thieves steal from the archives?" She muttered to herself. Her classmates were most likely thinking the same. It seemed their professor was just a clueless as they were. Was it truly the artifact, or was it something else entirely?</s>
<\|description\|>Ty Varen Personal Information Titles: The Cub Age: 16 Gender: Male Date of Birth: August 8 Hobbies: Cooking (and eating), Exploring, Staying Active. Height / Weight: 5'2'' / 105 lbs Appearance: Personality: Boisterous and rowdy with an attitude much larger than his stature. Ty is a boy that knows no fear, even when he should. He is quick to judge whether he will like someone and slow to change his mind about it. Want an opinion? He's got one for pretty much everything, even if he has no idea what he's talking about. But, beneath his rough exterior is ultimately a kind heart. History: Ty comes from a long line of hunters. Every member of his family, male and female, extended or otherwise, braves the wilderness and bests wild beasts to take home food. And they all have rugged physiques as if they've been genetically engineered for the task. To say he was the runt of the litter would be an understatement, and he was constantly bullied by his siblings and his cousins. His small size compared to his family earned him the nickname, "The Cub," quite derogatory for a family of hunters. However, the Varen family used only a small bit of magic. Just a bit of augmentation to make them more swift or their eyes a bit more keen here and there. Ty knew he'd never be able to best them physically, so he trained in the one area they all neglected: magic. He saw it as the great equalizer when he discovered his beast magic. He could do things his siblings could only dream of. Problem was, they didn't care. So, he decided to prove them wrong and become a hero. Then they'd have to care! On Ty's first day at Avalice, he issued a formal challenge to the first seat of The Miracle Seven, against pretty much everyone's advice. But, he was adamant, and goaded the first seat into accepting the challenge. The fight lasted all of ten seconds, and nobody was surprised. Frustrated, but not deterred, Ty vowed to take that seat one day. Combat Information Classification: Might Mana Color: Tiger Stripe Mana Characteristic: It feels like a predator, crouched and hidden, ready to pounce! Equipment: Ty's spellbook is a leather-bound journal with various sketches of animals rather than words explaining spells. His magic is kinesthetic in nature, so images convey the information he needs far more effectively than words ever could. Magic: Beast Magic - Adaptation Techniques: Tiger Claw – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his arm into a tiger claw. As the name suggests, he can slash at enemies as swiftly and strongly as a tiger. Sixth Sense – By channeling mana, Ty gains a heightened sense of awareness. He senses aren't enhanced, per say, but he is more aware of the things he can sense. Constrictor Limb – Ty uses his beast magic to alter a limb into a snake-like form. His limb can wrap around an enemy, choking them and crushing their bones. Bull Charge – Ty uses his beast magic to alter his upper body, making it as hardy and resilient as a bull's. With a sudden burst of speed, he can batter his enemy. Tortoise Shell – Ty uses his beast magic to form a shell on a part of his body. Obviously, good for blocking. Parameters Mana: 1 / 5 Channeling: 2 / 5 Magic: 2 / 5 Technique: 5 / 5 Strength: 4 / 5 Speed: 4 / 5 Body: 4 / 5 Intellect: 1 / 5</s> <\|message\|>Kress Alstein Mm, it was nice to see that everyone had so many interesting opinions, and that they weren't afraid to share them either! This definitely was a change from his usual household circumstances, and Kress could definitely say that he liked it. Already, the young boy had a couple of quotes scribbled down from his peers, with bold statements such as "you're just as much of a loser as anyone here" and "a sage knows that all blame is foolish" and "sanhan kumranjahnman", which had to be a religious saying somewhere or the other. Even "I kicked them out of my life" was evocative and interesting, the sort of objection that seemed like an upgrade of "you can't fire me, I quit!" Certainly, the world beyond the estate was colorful and vibrant, in a way that was almost a bit scary. Just almost. Such strong language from everyone usually only happened once Father and his business partners had too much to drink. He kept pace with the professor as Nyx lead them to the plaza. With 26 classes, there definitely was a lot of cool variance. People wrapped from head to toe in fine silk. People bare-chested and bearing scale-like scars. People armored in what looked to be approximations of muscial instruments. People...woah, was that a giraffe? He'd never seen that before! Compared to the Miracle Seven that received tons of applause, Kress found himself more drawn to the sights of everyone and everything else. He'd practically committed all of the Miracle Seven to memory by now, from the 1st to the 107th; it was the rest of Avalice that drew the young boy's interest, and honestly, Headmaster Augustine couldn't have finished his speech fast enough. "Thanks, Professor Nyx!" Waving cheerily as he ran off, Kress soon disappeared into the mass of humanity, lost amongst those bigger than himself. Food stalls called for him, but club stalls called for him even more. Research societies for all types of magics and mights, and quite a few Miracle Seven fanclubs too! The Avalice Academy Cheer Squad did backflips off each other's shoulders. The Market Trends Research Club pulled out magical projections of graphs that all showed upwards climbs in profits. Up above, a dragon, brass and gear-born, screamed through the blue skies, banners advertising the Cult of the Clockwork God trailing behind it. And down below, the Arcane Paints Club was doing five minute portraits for all interested, their sharkman mascot posing alongside all the students. Weird that sharks were associated with painting, but hey, maybe they made pigments from hunters of the sea. Which made this slightly macabre...but Kress didn't mind! It was interesting~! Queueing up behind the mob of interested people under the assumption that it was a proper queue to begin with, the blue-haired youth patiently waited. And waited. And waited... But the mob never really grew any smaller, and more people kept joining in from the sides...</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru The lecture hall incidents had just gotten worse and worse, first there was the bickering and then the guy rushing headfirst into Yvaine. Not to mention another young woman by the name of Verena, having the gall to steal the reserved seat for Yvaine which Mandi had aqquired. 'Verena Parieau. Talkative. Oblivious.' The hydromancer softly shook it's head and then the professor explained that indeed, the lecture hall was not the place for disruptions of this kind and that he expected better. His words were however cut short by an announcement which requested all classes to report to the academy plaza for a welcoming ceremony. Then they were all led outside, where the professor handed Kiara some form of token, appointing her as class representative. 'Until further notice...' Mandi thought as the group was moving forth, the young mage didn't disapprove of the decisions. It seemed that Kiara was orderly enough. And order was certainly in high demand at the moment. Upon reaching the plaza, there was an old man doing some form of welcome speech. Mandi recognized this old man as Headmaster Augustine. The young mage had seen posters with the old man before, and it wasn't uncommon to hear others talk about him, including within Mandi's own family. The hydromancer had however never spoken with him personally, which surely wasn't uncommon. As the man was most surely quite busy and there were many students about. The old man's speech made Mandi go into deep thinking about the founding principals. Strength, honor, kindness and heroism. That's until the miracle sev- six put themselves on display. 'The miracle seven. I wonder how many has had it their dream to stand amongst them or defeat them. It doesn't lie in my interest to defeat them, neither to try become like them. My final opponent is of a different kind. Even if you cannot select all your battles, I am not afraid of losing a fight against these people. A victory or a loss against them wouldn't make me anything more nor less than what I were before. No matter what anyone says. I must remain myself, I cannot be anyone else. Only by doing that can I gather the strength needed to face the dark... and not lose. Like they did.' Mandi deeply pondered, while all around the young mage people would begin to move about now that the opening ceremony, well at least the speeches were overwith. The hydromancer glanced about to see if there was any classmate to actually approach to talk with, ultimately settling on Sophiel and approaching her. "Pleased to meet you~ I'm Mandi El-Alzaru, one of the students of Class Camellia. I take it the ceremony were to your liking, miss Sargute? We are to be roommates by the way~ <3" The young mage smiled with eyes closed, tilting the head slightly to the side, causing the ponytail to slide to one side of the mage's face. Mandi opened the eyes shortly afterwards, spotting Yvaine in the vicinity aswell. "Oh! Miss Yvaine, over here~! Do join us!" The hydromancer smiled and beckoned towards Yvaine to join them by extending one arm and hand out towards her. 'She's has such a pure look about her...' Mandi blinked quickly, looking towards Yvaine and then back to Sophiel. "Let's get along shall we~? Okay?" Mandi gave a wide smile to Sophiel, offering a hand for shaking.</s>	<\|message\|>Ty Varen Up until now, Ty didn't think it was possible for anyone to be as insufferable as the Alberta chick. He was about to stand up and challenge her to a duel right then and there, but the professor slammed his hands on his desk, demanding order. "Yeah, yeah..." Ty grumbled, slinking down in his chair. He wasn't exactly ready to start an argument with a man who used explosions to open doors. Despite his commanding tone, though, he seemed quite a bit less intimidating than professor Mavis. Whenever he acted up last year, it was a lightening bolt right to his bottom. Nyx was a former miracle seven, the second seat no less. Surely he could do more to control the class than just yell... Before the professor could finish his tirade, though, the announcement rang through the classroom, calling everyone for the welcoming ceremony. "Sweet!" Ty exclaimed, hopping onto the desk and vaulting over the row in front of him with a flip before landing gracefully in the aisle. Moving around a bit was the perfect way to get rid of his sour mood... even if he had just done 250 situps less than an hour ago. He more or less stayed with the class and out of trouble as the walked to their seats. The headmaster gave a rousing speech as usual, and Ty cheered loud enough for the whole class. "Wooo! You tell 'em Al!" He loved hearing lofty speeches like that. Bold words and boundless aspirations. As old an venerable as the man was, he knew how to get people like Ty fired up. But, the main event came soon after. The Miracle Seven stood before the rest of the school in all of their austere glory. However, one was missing. Damn, did he really not want to show his face? If it were anyone else, Ty might have accused him of being a coward, but the the cub knew better than anyone else that the first seat had nothing to fear. With power like that he was sure to go on and achieve great things. For all of Ty's boasting, he actually did respect the power he was up against. But, that's what made it worth taking on. After the speeches, Professor Nyx was gracious enough to let them enjoy the festivities. Ty didn't wait for permission of course, not when there was food involved. But at least that meant he wouldn't get scolded afterwards. Few people knew how to navigate the food stalls as well as Ty. In less than a minute, he had a fluffy sponge cake in one hand, a roasted chicken leg in the other, and the remains of some pork-on-a-stick dangling from his mouth. It was certainly an awkward position to be in when approached by a girl. Ty gave Eris a quizzical look at first. Lord Varen? Was it his wild orange hair, his hand-me-down clothes, or his clearly regal table manners that implied nobility? Whatever it was, it was pretty amusing, and he was sure the girl was just trying to be polite. He finished up the pork, tucked the stick behind his ear, and took a bite of his chicken leg, while he listened to her... reprimand him? Thank him? She clearly wasn't happy he started trouble in class, but she phrased it in such a kind way that it was impossible to be mad at her. He even felt a little guilty for causing her trouble. He swallowed his chicken so his mouth wouldn't be full when he spoke. At least that aspect of manners was practical as far as Ty was concerned. "Well, first of all, I'm not a Lord or anything like that. So, just call me Ty" He flashed her a friendly smile. "And yeah... definitely lost my cool for a bit there. Sorry if I dragged you into a fight you didn't want. But man, that Berta girl really ticks me off. Even the first seat wasn't that rude when he kicked my ass." He said the last part casually, as if it were no big deal. He felt no shame in his defeat. It happened, he accepted it, and next time he'd win. "But, yeah, I guess pissing off the professor probably isn't the best idea. I might get exploded this year instead of just shocked." He let out a small chuckle. He honestly had no idea what she meant by "the one." Of course he was one person. How could anyone be more? But, he followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at one of his targets. "Hana'O, eh? That the one you wanna take on? She's pretty cute, but I bet she's super dangerous. She's only one step below that death... knight... guy... thing. But hey, work hard and I'm sure you can do it." He finished off his chicken leg and tossed the bone into a bin. Then, his tone became more somber. "They're not gods, you know. People revere them, but they're just people too. This year, I'll beat at least one of them. Maybe I'll start with seven this time. I wonder how big the gap between the first and seventh seat is. Heh, guess I'll have to find out." Before Ty could continue musing, though, he was called over by one of the booths. The school's cooking club was recruiting. "Oh, sweet, the cooking club! You should come check it out 'Ris." He motioned for her to follow, with the hand holding the cake and headed off in that direction, preparing to greet his old friends. They were already at it, practically chanting, "Hey Ty, do the thing! Do the thing!"</s>
<\|description\|>The Black Prince 16 \| Male \| 31 July \| 4 Cubits \| 3254 Gold Debens Hobbies Dice games, chariot racing, hunting, fashion, makeup, jewelry, plotting to usurp his father's throne. Personality Sekhandur is narcissistic, hedonistic, indulgent, and uninhibited; all traits one would expect from a one who literally believes himself to be a god walking among mortals. Despite these qualities, he is surprisingly genial, lacking the pettiness or cruelty one would expect from one with his mannerisms. Sekhandur can also be diligent, determined, quick-witted, generous, and contemplative. His more benevolent nature stems from his god complex as well-- he truly believes that he is genuinely a superior being, and feels no insecurity or need to defend that fact. Even so, he is not without a dark streak. If the situation calls for it, Sekhandur can be utterly ruthless, scheming, or deceptive, as he sees no reason to choose the most pragmatic route to attaining that which he desires. History Sekhandur is the bastard son of the God-King of the Empire of Kemet, Pharaoh Qezremah IX, and a highborn woman of lesser nobility, Nefertari Khain. Kemet is a vast empire that rules much of the deep desert, famous for its towering stone monuments constructed by legions of slaves and undead. Qezremah, the ninth Pharaoh to bear that name, is referred to by many of his subjects as the White King, partially due to his kindness and generosity, but also due to his perceived weakness and cowardice. It was this kindness that moved him to bring Sekhandur to live with him at court, legally recognizing him as the Pharaoh's son, when he learned of his birth. A largely unprecedented act for a king, this action spurred much discontent among his advisors and the high nobility. Despite their protests, Sekhandur lived as a prince in the royal palace, enjoying the same care and privilege as his trueborn sisters, as for the longest while he was Qezremah's only male offspring. Much changed when Qezremah's sister-wife, the Queen Manya, bore him a son, the prince Orimund. Now that he had a trueborn male heir to marry to his daughter Itzara when it came time for her to ascend to the throne, he had no need for Sekhandur within the palace. Rather than simply do away with him as a more brutal king might, Qezremah had him sent away to the distant city-state of Genelogia, under the guise of having him study to become Itzara's vizier. In truth, he hopes that Sekhandur never returns to Kemet, and in fact bribed the administrators of Avalice to set Sekhandur up for failure, who complied with his request by placing the exiled prince in the class with the worst track record for graduating students: Camellia. However, Sekhandur learned of his father's plot quite some time in advance, as he first sensed something amiss when his magical tutor refused to teach him the domain of Kemeti magics reserved for those of royal blood: Sesha-Hebsu, the Closed Book. Rather than having this power denied to him, before his departure for Genelogia Sekhandur stole into his father's private vault and made off with his personal grimoire, hoping to teach himself the secret magic of kings. Combat Information Classification Magic Mana Color Iridescent shimmering GOLD on BLACK Mana Characteristic The humbling magnificence of a billion stars shining in the desert sky. Equipment Sekhandur carries a Was staff for channeling his power, a magnificent tool adorned in pure gold and lapis lazuli. He also carries bears his father's grimoire, the tome "Hymns of the Creation of the Temakh", which carries not only the secret utterances of kings, but ancient history about the origins of Kemet and its royal bloodline. Magic Sekhandur is a student of Sesha-Hebsu, the secretive branch of Kemeti magic reserved for its God-Kings and their descendants. This magical style draws on the divine power that has been preserved for generations in the pharaonic bloodline since they first mixed their flesh and souls with the Shan'iatu thousands of years ago. Sehsa-Hebsu literally translates to "the closed book," but is also called "Utterances of Kings," by some, and its power is terrible. This magic can call upon the natural elements to do the bidding of the king, release the pure energy of mana from the king's soul, commune with the stars to divine their secrets, and even assert mastery over the forces of life and death. Spells AWAKEN THE DEAD Sekhandur can compel a corpse to do his bidding. Either briefly rousing it to answer his questions, or reanimating the body as a simple, shambling undead,. CTHONIC DOMINION The incorporeal undead are also Sekhandur's to command. With this spell he may reveal the ghosts in an area, render them vulnerable to physical harm, bind them to his will, or swallow them to consume their mana. GIFT OF THE GOD-KING Unleashing the majesty of his divine soul, Sekhandur can mend wounds and injuries. REBUKE THE VIZIER Sekhandur can shield himself from magic power with special wards. SECRETS RIPPED FROM SKIES By staring into the night sky, Sekhandur can divine the his exact location and the hour of night. WATER OF LIFE AND DEATH Sekhandur can summon a spring of fresh, clear water where he stands, which heals those that imbibe from it. WRATHFUL DESERT POWER Sekhandur commands the essence of the earth. He may scour his foes with blasts of sand, create dust devils that chase down his enemies like living beasts, or create a clay shell to armor himself. Parameters Mana ☥☥☥☥ Channeling ☥☥☥☥ Magic ☥☥☥☥☥ Technique ☥☥☥ Strength ☥☥☥ Speed ☥☥ Body ☥☥ Intellect ☥☥☥☥</s> <\|message\|>Kress Alstein @samakama "Huh?" Kress turned around, and in that moment of indecision, Misaiya could see someone else slip right in front of the blue-haired boy. Not that the boy in question seemed to notice or care. Smiling at his fellow first year, he chimed, "Yup, nice to meetcha too! And don't worry, there wasn't anything much said. Just some lively debate over what it means to be placed in Class C." As he spoke, Kress's eyes scanned over the truant student's attire. Interesting clothes, for sure. He was pretty surprised, even, that those fancy robes hadn't been snagged onto anything yet. Magical? Or mighty? Who knew? Misaiya probably did. "By the way, how d-" Then a familiar face popped up. Not so familiar that he knew much about her at all, of course, but Ankaa was certainly a member of the class, and was certainly a girl, so that was already two things he did know. A silent apology must be said though, to those who she pushed aside on her way here. "Hiya, Ankaa," Kress said. "This is Misaiya, who's pretty late…but also I'm sure Professor Yu- I mean, Nyx, didn't actually take attendance. Probably hard to notice, but he wasn't ticking any boxes or anything over there. So there's like, every chance in the world that he's fine. And yup, I'm just waiting in line-" when there wasn't a line "-and Misaiya just said he'd want to join up. You wanna as well? They even have a shark there to pose with!" She looked curious enough about the whole affair. First time seeing this, maybe?</s> <\|message\|>Ty Varen Ty Varen Ty nodded in approval when Eris called him by just his first name, albeit reluctantly. He always found it weird how all the rich families at this school referred to each other by their last names. He had seven brothers. They couldn't all be Lord Varen, could they? And that didn't even count his cousins on his Uncles' side, which all would share the name Lord Varen. Well, there was only one Ty, and that's what he went by. "Mmm, I guess I should try not to lose my temper like that," he said when Eris clarified her points. "Angry fights aren't fun like a friendly scrap is." Since the subject came up, he was pretty close to offering Eris a light spar to test out their magic, but she seemed to have a bigger target. As good-looking as the Seven were, Ty had never once considered them potential romantic partners. Not because he disliked them in any way. For the most part they seemed like decent people. But, a hunter doesn't date his mark. And if he did end up falling for one of them, how would he be able to fight them when he needed to? Surely someone as smart as Eris wouldn't make that mistake. "Heh, no worries. I'll introduce you to the club another time. Go get her!" He gave Eris an encouraging pat on her shoulder before letting her go pursue glory. He'd definitely have to grab a spectator's spot for the duel. But, the cooking club called to him once again. "Come on Ty, we need you to attract new members," one member said. "Yeah, everybody's watching the martial artists fight. Put on a show!" "Welllll..." Ty rubbed the back of his head and looked away, feigning a moment of modesty. "I guess I can't neglect my obligations to my sworn brethren." He darted over to the stand and was eagerly welcomed behind it. The other students were passing them by, treating them like any other food stall. Most didn't even realize that it was something they could join. But, Ty was here to change all that. One of the members tied a headband across his eyes, waving his hand a few times in front of Ty's face to make sure he couldn't see. A couple of passerby muttered. "They doing a blind taste test or something?" Then they put a knife in Ty's hand. Ty took a deep breath and called out to the crowds with all the volume his lungs could muster. "SHOW'S ABOUT TO BEGIIIIIIIIINNNNN!" Ty channeled his mana and activated his Sixth Sense. He still couldn't see. The headband was tied properly and everything was pitch black, but the knife he held, its weight, its balance, its relative position to the rest of his body, it all became more clear. He knew there was a bag next to him. He had seen it before and could gauge the distance. With no hesitation, he reached in with his left hand. He recognized the texture instantly. A carrot. He slammed it down on the cutting board and ran his finger along it once to gauge its length. Then he chopped. Rapid, precise chops that diced the carrot into tiny pieces, perfect for a soup. The chops came dangerously close to his fingers, but he knew where they were and he knew where the knife was. An unwanted collision was impossible. The carrot was chopped, then he set his left hand down on the cutting board. His fingers were not spread very far apart, but still he brought the point of knife down between each of them. He navigated the spaces between his fingers with rapid stabs, eliciting some gasps from the audience. Even knife specialists wouldn't attempt something like this blindfolded. And yet, he was unscathed. He reached back into the bag. A tomato. Perfect slices. Another lap across his hand. Another vegetable, another lap. After a dozen runs, he finally set the knife down and took a bow, enjoying the applause. He relaxed his mana flow and gave the crowd a thumbs up, still blindfolded. "If you guys enjoyed the show, consider joining the cooking club. Especially first years. We've gotta teach the next generation how to eat!" With the blindfold on, though, he had no idea whose attention he might catch.</s>	<\|message\|>The Black Prince Sekhandur's quiet enjoyment of his tea was short-lived, as a tallish girl with brown hair and rose-red eyes made herself known. She sidled up to him and made a variety of comments about the brew he was drinking as well as the individual that had made it. Her voice sounded familiar, but Sekhandur could not place where he had seen her previously. It was supremely lucky for her that the tea was easing his headache considerably, or he would not have been in the mood to entertain her overbearing demeanor. If he had been feeling less patient, he would likely have been mulling over what form of facial mutilation would best teach her to mind her manners. As it was, he instead humored her opinions on tea. "Common things have their place." Sekhandur answered in an even tone. "The king's road winds high above all others, but from his place of privilege he enjoys the beauty of every path." He drained what remained of his tea, and set the ceramic cup down on the nearest stall counter. They were quickly joined by Kiara, and Sekhandur returned her friendly greeting with a polite smile. Then soon after her, another oddly familiar girl appeared, also asking about tea. Sekhandur felt his restrained smile becoming forced. He was not quite upset by the sudden crowd forming around him, but he had a feeling that he had just been sucked into a conversation that he didn't have any real interest in. Honestly, who cared that much about tea? You drank it for breakfast if there was no coffee, or if you were feeling sick, or if you were eating with your grandmother in the royal gardens. It wasn't that interesting. Regardless, he still felt the need to keep up a decent appearance in front of Kiara, and tried to keep his expression placid. "Yes, do tell us. Regale us with your expertise." He said to the red-eyed girl, doing his best to not sound too condescending as he feigned interest. He folded his arms over his chest, causing his jewelry to chime gently, and looked down at her with gleaming golden eyes, like a desert cat's.</s>
<\|description\|>Yvaine Ozana ☾ 16 // Feb 29 // Female░░ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ personal HOBBIES Singing, star gazing, reading, fortune telling HEIGHT / WEIGHT 5'3 (161.5 cm), 102 lbs (46.2 kg) PERSONALITY At first glance, Yvaine would seem to many a pillar of elegance. She carries herself with an almost regal manner, not imposing but compelling all the same, and exudes an air of gentleness that can be quite infectious. Children and the elderly in particular seem to take solace in her presence; one of the younger girls in the convent used to say she had the same effect on her as her favorite doll. Genuine to a fault, Yvaine has a tendency to overextend her generosity if someone so much as looks at her with pleading eyes. Her naturally soft-spoken voice and traditionally feminine sensibilities serve to reinforce the image of her as this graceful person, but in truth, her outward poise belies a clueless, wide-eyed romantic with embarrassingly pure notions about the world at large. All the years she spent behind the walls of the priory has definitely skewed her perception of reality. Most of her worldly knowledge was attained through books and the alternatingly sugar-coated or embellished stories told by the priory's novices. As a result, Yvaine tends to see blue skies and silver linings. Perennially curious and laughably gullible, Yvaine's desire to learn about the world, supplemented by her wild imagination, will have her believing everything she's told. HISTORY Orphaned at an early age, Yvaine was raised by the renowned sisters of the Priory of St. Cecilia alongside other young girls sent there to receive holy orders. For a long time, her whole world consisted only of the convent and its daily goings-on. She had to earn her keep by running errands about the priory: cooking, cleaning, and everything else in between. Despite not being officially enrolled as an apostle, she was exposed to the classes being taught so often that she eventually picked up on the art. She learned the tenets of the faith and the ways of holy magic, and although she only got to practice when the other students lent their scrolls and scriptures, she would prove to have a natural inclination for it. When the abbess found out, she immediately imposed upon her a series of trials to further assess her abilities. Not a week later, an eccentric nobleman arrived at the convent, seeking Yvaine and claiming guardianship over her. The process was remarkably instantaneous: one moment, she was running errands as usual and the next, she was whisked away by a complete stranger, to the world that lay beyond the convent walls. Even now, Yvaine hasn't found out how her guardian procured the necessary paperwork needed as proof, but she admires him for his beyond generous contribution to the priory. Yvaine didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the carriage with her mysterious guardian, but going from the priory directly to the famous Academy of Might & Magics was beyond even the scope of her imagination. ▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ combat CLASSIFICATION Magic MANA COLOR A bright gold that seems to almost gleam and glow, especially under a night sky. MANA CHARACTERISTICS An inviting embrace that makes you feel at peace. Simultaneously like basking in the sun, with a cool breeze lapping at your skin and bathing in the moon's glow, its light warm and soothing. EQUIPMENT 𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 - In place of the standard mage's spellbook, Yvaine uses a hymnal scroll that contains the celestial dieties' sacred texts and its accompanying musical score. There are a wide variety of hymns available at her disposal, but in order to use it to its full potential, Yvaine must not only know the words and the melody, but understand its meaning as well. MAGIC Hymn Magic: Astrolatry SPELLS Sunrise 『 The Sun ☼ 1st score, 2nd verse 』 As Yvaine sings the hymn, a small glowing glyph appears beneath the intended target's feet. The person will feel a gentle warmth envelop them, soothing any pain they may have as wounds begin to mend and ailments are alleviated. The more severe the injury, the longer the hymn has to be drawn out. Lunar Eclipse 『 The Moon ☾ 3rd score, 8th verse 』 Yvaine summons a protective barrier around the target that lasts as long as she can properly perform the hymn. Its shape is dependent on the current phase of the moon, which means it is only all-encompassing during a full moon. On a new moon, the spell acts differently: while Yvaine is unable to cast the barrier around others, she can cast it on herself, at which point the barrier not only repels attacks, but redirects it in turn. Starfall 『 The Star ✫ 5th score, 4th verse 』 Yvaine calls forth stars to rain down from the sky, creating blinding pillars of light that strike within the vicinity. If a star comes into contact with someone, the person is momentarily stunned. Constellation: Pegasus 『 The Star ✫ 2nd score, 3rd verse 』 Yvaine sings a short hymn that grants her a temporary pair of wings--small and glowy, looking almost like they're made of thousands of tiny stars--and the ability to fly. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ✰ parameters \| \| \| \| MANA ★★★★★ \| CHANNELING ★★★★☆ \| MAGIC ★★★★★ \| TECHNIQUE ★★☆☆☆ \| STRENGTH ★☆☆☆☆ \| SPEED ★★★☆☆ \| BODY ★☆☆☆☆ \| INTELLECT ★★★☆☆ \|</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Train - 5th car Mandi had tilted the head to the left and right as Misaya began to address the mage from out of nowhere, the words spoken were met with a blank facial expression before Mandi's hands began to clap. "Oh! That kind of rhymed, I think. What did you say again?" The hydromancer had tapped it's chin with a single finger, looking Misaya over momentarily as Alberta didn't seem willing to answer the questions posed. "Oh nevermind~." The hydromancer waved one of it's hands in a dismissive manner before having gotten seated at one of the remaining spots, remaining quiet for the remainder of the train-trip. Genelogia - Outskirts Mandi had chosen to remain silent even as the class and the professor got off the train. But the young mage was making good use of it's eyes and ears, making sure to hear out what the professor was saying and secondly the other students. When it came to sights, there were the strange autumn coloured trees, a desolate looking village and lastly a villager which seemed to be afflicted by something. Mandi had some suspiciouns of what it possibly could be, but what use would there be in telling the others about it all? The trip through the forest had been just like any other stroll for Mandi who happened to do plenty of wandering about. Whereof it were indoors, in a forest or a road didn't matter much. There were after all plenty of things to think about while walking, while at the same time looking for things of interest. As it were now however, Mandi's classmates were delving into such matters. 'If they need something they will ask, though the likelihood of that is far lower now...' The mage thought, with a slight exhale, blowing some strands of hair away from it's face.</s> <\|message\|>Sophiel Sargute Sophiel Sargute After that little embarrassing train conversation with Ty, she left him once the train arrived at their destinations. Still a little red, she sighed before taking a deep breath. Note to self, practice tolerance. She felt a little inflicting pain onto her classmate just because she was embarrassed, so she needed to work on that later. For now, she would have to stay vigilant as they made their way to a village. Staying close to Yvaine, she remembered the young girl talking to Sekhandur earlier. While she didn't talk to Sekhandur that much, he was a possible bad influence by the way he carried himself. Standing boldly like a king with no land to call a kingdom. While she couldn't tell the mana any different like her classmates, she did notice their attentiveness towards their surroundings. Looking at it now, she understood why. The leaves were out of the season. Currently, it was spring yet the leafs were colored as if it was fall. "How strange," She muttered to herself as they made their way towards the village. For her first time visiting a village, she doubted that she was going to see a thriving community that Ty would have told her it would be. When they arrived at the village, her suspicions were confirmed as it looked like the village was quarantining itself. Some houses boarded up, the village itself seemingly thrived on silence, and there was an ill villager on the grounds of the village. His skin was had become bark like and had a vacant expression. Alberta was right, though she could have put it a little more politely, they shouldn't try to talk to the villager. Who knows what might happen. "Yvaine, stay close to one of us." Sophiel said. Knowing Yvaine, she'd probably attempt to heal the villager in order to cure him or relieve him in whatever pain was he in. She agreed to what Kiara had to say, however she felt a little angry when she did, they should gather as much as intel before taking action. "Agreed, hopefully there are some who are left unaffected by whatever is happening here." There was also one more thing she wanted to know. How long has this affliction been happening? Looking at the man it may have been recent but looking up at the boarded houses, she would have to beg to differ. "What kind of artifact did the thieves steal from the archives?" She muttered to herself. Her classmates were most likely thinking the same. It seemed their professor was just a clueless as they were. Was it truly the artifact, or was it something else entirely?</s>	<\|message\|>Yvaine Ozana Genelogia outskirts → Train ☆═━━━━━━━━━━━ Yvaine was all ears as Sekhandur shared some information about his fascinating heritage, and had even hurriedly rummaged through her pack for her journal. Eagerly, she jotted down notes as thoroughly as though she were listening to one of Professor Nyx's lectures, writing questions in the margins and circling the things she was particularly interested in. Like the Judges of Duat! She practiced the proper pronunciation of Shan'iatu under her breath and spent the next couple of moments imagining an ancient desert ruled over by kings that transcended life and death. Genelogia outskirts → The Village ☆═━━━━━━━━━━━ As they trekked through outskirts of Genelogia, Yvaine was wide eyed and awestruck at every little thing. The green of the forests seemed richer up close than it had been through the smudged lens of her telescope. The babbling and burbling of the river were like music to her, and she trailed close to the bank to watch the little frogs and fish go about their day. She took joy in Sophiel's company, pointing out dozens and dozens of curiosities that caught her attention as they passed by. Eventually, her eagerness took its toll. Despite having built stamina from years of grueling chores, Yvaine had yet to be accustomed to long stretches of walk, and soon after their hallway point, she had started lagging behind along with Alberta. To remedy this, she manifested her wings and flitted by Caelum, who had been acting as rearguard. The rest of the trip became easier now that she was off her feet, and twice she soared up high to better appreciate the landscape. She didn't think she would ever tire of such a view, especially an outlandish one like this, where autumnal trees grew happily beside springtime ones. From what she read in books, such a thing could have only happened inside magical greenhouses, yet here it was. Yvaine thought nothing of it until Professor Nyx pointed it out. How curious! She was normally sensitive to mana, but this had completely escaped her notice. It must have been very unusual magic indeed. It wasn't until they arrived at the village that Yvaine understood the levity of the situation. Her smile faltered at the solemn sight as an unsettling chill ran down her spine. It was obvious something was amiss; but beyond strong sentiments that the village was sick, Yvaine couldn't tell what was causing it. Ankaa was first to spring into action, and Yvaine heeded her call immediately, unceremoniously dropping her baggage to rush in and help. Her hands had already unfurled her scroll instinctively, needing no guidance to find the exact verse she wanted, and the melody half out of her lips when Sophiel's warning reached her. Yvaine stopped in her track, hesitantly halting the magic. The others were correct. They didn't know what ailed this man—what if her magic only made his condition worse? She studied the growths on the man's skin with uncertainty, her brows furrowing in apprehension as she failed to come up with a diagnosis. When she helped out at the priory's sanatorium, Yvaine became exposed to a number of ailments she hadn't known existed, both of the magical and non-magical variety. Even with that knowledge, she drew a blank now. "Professor," Yvaine turned to him helplessly. It didn't sit well with her to ignore someone in need of aid. She was relieved when Kiara at least acknowledged tending to him, even if the others seemed hesitant. "Please, there must be something we can do for him!"</s>
<\|description\|>Caelum Tempesta 16 ♦ 5/29 ♦ Male ♦ 5'6/134lbs --- Personal Information --- titles. • Stormbringer \|\| The main title often associated with Caelum due to his style of magic and also the name of his sword. • Young Adventurer \|\| For his thrillseeking tendencies • Curious Caelum \|\| For his unrelenting curiosity and general habit of being nosey. hobbies. • Finding out new things (useless or not) • Adventuring • Asking too many questions • Strawberry shortcake (everyone has a sweet tooth) • Napping in the fields of wherever he travels personality. Caelum presents himself in the most honest, genuine, but absolutely annoying, of ways. Well, let's backtrack. He is someone with an inquisitive mind, and his appetite for knowing things knows no equal. He is always willing to pay attention to those willing to tell him stories. On the equal, opposite side of this coin, his gluttony for knowledge also leads him into asking questions. He is the very embodiment that tests the theory of "is there such a thing as a stupid question?" He has a love for adventure too, which also stems from his time as a child, exploring areas of his village that may or may not have been too dangerous for him to go to alone. This again ties into his curiosity and he often will go in it alone. He is always down for going into the dark cave or creepy forest. Will this break rules? Maybe, but part of him doesn't care. Part of him likes risk. With no risk, life would be pretty boring. history. Throughout his entire life, Caelum was told the tales of the Miracle Seven and the vast city of Avalice and the Academy of Might and Magic. His father, who was once a student and someone in the running of the legendary group (though a few mishaps led to utter failure) told him of all of his adventures and how the stories he repeated back to his son didn't do it justice. Caelum was told of the monsters his father fought, the lessons he underwent, the number of hours spent honing his magic - all of it was done so and yet… And yet, though Caelum wouldn't know it until years later, his father's stories weren't told with pride but shame. It was a shame that forced him to a small village far out in the countryside where the most adventurous thing that happened were the gatherings of wild boars in the fields near the village. Despite how his father felt about his failures, Caelum looked up to his father. In this life where your greatest achievements aren't defined by what you did but what you keep on doing in the face of adversity, Caelum's father, once a powerful mage by the name of Vento who commanded wind, soon found his purpose — his legacy — one fateful day. As rain poured down on the village of Valore, clouds gathered and lightning began to strike upon the fields and trees, setting everything ablaze. The fire spread and panic soon followed, but it was one house that sat upon a tall hill that remained unharmed and protected by a brilliant light. This light warded off even the rain. After it was all said and done, when the village was in ruins and Vento and Caelum walked out unharmed, though confusion was one of the first emotions to come after the terror of their home destroyed, a shining beacon of hope presented itself in the aura that surrounded Caelum. Brilliant and ethereal, his body was covered in a cloudy mana aura, hovering around him like a cloud over the sun. Sparks of green electricity, even if it was just for a split second, flashed in his olive eyes. And in that moment, when Vento had all but given up on life but his son, his own fire awakened in his son. And for eleven years, as time went on and Caelum grew into a young man, by the age of fourteen, he had gone from a young boy with all of the magic potentials in the world to a trained young man with skills and a genuine lust for knowledge that his father, who finally caved in after falling ill just five months ago, possessed. Caelum spent a couple of years traveling the lands. He possessed the skills to last on his own on the road but he knew where he was going. His father had told him of the place when he was younger: The Academy of Might and Magic. A wonderful place his father told him about and he had every intention of becoming a student. He would make his father proud. No matter what it took, Caelum Tempesta would do what his father could not. He would become a Miracle Seven. --- Combat Information --- classification. Might mana color. Shades of mystical blue, green, and pure white. mana characteristic. Like wind is pushing against your face, carrying you, lifting you up and then like a jolt of electricity surges through your body, sending a tingling sensation through your entire body and after. equipment. Stormbringer — A magically-imbued sword that was passed down to him from his father. It is a simple, singlehanded broadsword as white as the clouds in the sky after it rains. With it, Caelum is capable of channeling his mana and use it for battle. magic. Elemental Magic: Storm Paladin techniques. Piercing Lightning Caelum centers the flow of his mana into his Stormbringer and coats it in a static lightning aura. As it cackles, by swinging it in whichever way he needs to, a thin, yet powerful slice of lightning is hurled at an opponent. It is capable of stunning them for several moments. Surging Shock Caelum stabs his Stormbringer into the ground. By placing one hand on the top of the hilt and the other on the ground, he simultaneously channels his mana through the ground and his sword, creating a fissure-like effect on said ground and it explodes in a 6-foot geyser of blue-green lightning, aiming to hit anything within its path of destruction. Maelstrom Barrage As Caelum rapidly slashes at an opponent with his mana-infused blade, short bursts of wind and electricity follows almost immediately. He keeps this up for twelve slashes and finishes it with a final, charged downward vertical slash that sends a concentrated blast of electricity into whatever it touches. Parameters Mana: 4 / 5 Channeling: 4 / 5 Magic: 3 / 5 Technique: 3 / 5 Strength: 3 / 5 Speed: 3 / 5 Body: 2 / 5 Intellect: 3 / 5</s> <\|message\|>The Black Prince --- Sekhandur's quiet enjoyment of his tea was short-lived, as a tallish girl with brown hair and rose-red eyes made herself known. She sidled up to him and made a variety of comments about the brew he was drinking as well as the individual that had made it. Her voice sounded familiar, but Sekhandur could not place where he had seen her previously. It was supremely lucky for her that the tea was easing his headache considerably, or he would not have been in the mood to entertain her overbearing demeanor. If he had been feeling less patient, he would likely have been mulling over what form of facial mutilation would best teach her to mind her manners. As it was, he instead humored her opinions on tea. "Common things have their place." Sekhandur answered in an even tone. "The king's road winds high above all others, but from his place of privilege he enjoys the beauty of every path." He drained what remained of his tea, and set the ceramic cup down on the nearest stall counter. They were quickly joined by Kiara, and Sekhandur returned her friendly greeting with a polite smile. Then soon after her, another oddly familiar girl appeared, also asking about tea. Sekhandur felt his restrained smile becoming forced. He was not quite upset by the sudden crowd forming around him, but he had a feeling that he had just been sucked into a conversation that he didn't have any real interest in. Honestly, who cared that much about tea? You drank it for breakfast if there was no coffee, or if you were feeling sick, or if you were eating with your grandmother in the royal gardens. It wasn't that interesting. Regardless, he still felt the need to keep up a decent appearance in front of Kiara, and tried to keep his expression placid. "Yes, do tell us. Regale us with your expertise." He said to the red-eyed girl, doing his best to not sound too condescending as he feigned interest. He folded his arms over his chest, causing his jewelry to chime gently, and looked down at her with gleaming golden eyes, like a desert cat's.</s> <\|message\|>Mandi El-Alzaru Mandi have kept smiling as Sophiel introduced herself again, albeit this time it was on a more personal level. "Looking forwards to working with you too~ My friend~ Oh if you didn't pay too much attention, then I'm certain you have your reasons. You look like a deep thinker, and you know what they say about deep thinkers? They are really clever." The young mage said in a reassuring manner to Sophiel, while waiting for Yvaine to get close enough, but not only did Yvaine get close enough she reached out to snatch one of Mandi's hands. The young hydromancer was caught abit offguard by this, but allowed Yvaine to lead on. Mandi's hand was then placed on the girl's chest, feeling the heartbeat within but also Mandi's own heartbeat answering it. Mandi's face grew slightly red around the cheeks, looking down at where the hand now where and how Yvaine's chest was way more impressive than Mandi's. At least to the young mage's opinion. The mage's eyes would slowly move up to look at Yvaine's eyes as the girl spoke. 'What a direct and honest girl... her heart… no her entire body is radiating with warmth... my heart is beating similar to yours.' Mandi thought quickly before replying back to Yvaine. "I would love to be friends with you, miss Yvaine~" Mandi said with a smile, but then came the thought that it was now Mandi's turn to properly do an introduction on a personal level. The young mage had shook hands with Sophiel, but now Yvaine had done an unusual but warm greeting of her own. The hydromancer knew that just doing the same kind of introduction to Yvaine could show a potential lack of imagination, thus Mandi decided to do something else. As Yvaine still held the hand, Mandi leaned in and attempted to plant a soft kiss on Yvaine's cheek. "I'm Mandi El-Alzaru, let's become really close friends okay?~" The young mage stared deeply into Yvaine's eyes unless there would be a brake in contact, it almost seemed like there was thousand stars within Yvaine's eyes the way they seemed to glimmer upon mentioning that there was in fact some pastries nearby that required to be liberated. Mandi gave her a wink before speaking again. "Oh pastries? They do smell kind of sweet, almost as sweet as you two~" Mandi gave a cheeky smile, gently trying to take hold under one of Yvaine's arms. "Let's go, miss Sophiel, miss Yvaine~ Let's confiscate the pastries for examination! Okay?~" Mandi threw a sideway wink to Sophiel soon after, followed by a friendly snicker, beckoning to Sophiel to get closer. Their first quest and the reward could possibly be a sweet one too.</s>	<\|message\|>Caelum Tempesta Location — Avalice Academy Plaza --- Most of the time, Caelum would often find himself exploring the wonders that interested him. The festivities he couldn't help himself from noticing appeared like one of those things someone like him would delve into deeper. It appeared to feel like there was something to be found, something to know about, something magical to experience. But instead of doing any of that, despite his go-to actions suggesting otherwise, Caelum kept his place in the stands, feeling content watching. His eyes had obviously kept their fixated gaze on the Miracle Seven (well six of them). They were everything he hoped they would be and more, but part of him felt disappointed in himself for not doing more. In the past when he thought about what it might be like to meet them, to see them in person, to possibly get the chance to talk to them, he always imagined he'd walk up to them with all the confidence of a true warrior and maybe make an impression on them. Perhaps it wasn't much, but reality was not as exciting as the fantasies one entertained during sleepless nights. As he could only gaze from afar, holding his sword tight and close to his person, Caelum looked up. At that exact moment, his heart was threatening to pound itself from his chest. Standing directly in front of him as if they were just any ordinary person, Ines the Silver, one of the strongest warriors in all of Genelogia and quite possibly someone so strong that she made Caelum look like a puny child unable to walk in a straight line, was just a few paces away from him. Perking up immediately, a few stutters left Caelum's lips. They were inaudible and completely unrecognizable within any language known to man. Coughing and taking in a relaxing, slow breath, Caelum gave it a second shot. "C-Caelum! My name is Caelum." He managed to say without biting his own tongue. "Or if you m-mean my sword, it's Stormbringer. My sword's name is Stormbringer." As he spoke, he gripped Stormbringer by the hilt with as much pride he could spare, given the state of his being right now.</s>
<\|description\|>Maël DuClair Age: 31 Appearance: More on the inconspicuous side of things might describe it best. He's 6'4", of average muscularity and slightly overweight. His face features blue eyes, a pointed nose, thin lips and a beard trimmed half-heartedly. Jeans, a black leather jacket and a hoodie for the more rainy days are his best friends. Aside from the cigs, of course. Concept: Rookie with hard to explain talents, unless... Powers/skills: The DuClairs are a family of nobles which can be tracked back deep into medieval France, but much of their fame and money has disappeared over the countless turmoils and societal changes of past centuries. Still they maintain a quite significant fortune and economic influence, but only in Europe. The American branch, dating back to the heyday of steamship-powered migration at the end of the 19th century, has never made much progress past the average in their new environment and isn't paid much attention to by family headquarters. A record in the family register states that Beaumont DuClair, one of Maël's grand-grand-grand-grand-(...)-fathers, once had a joyful night with a woman later accused to be a witch. While she found a fiery death at the stake he subsequently was regarded as a victim having been seduced. A disproportionate fraction of his children and their children in turn either showed signs of mental illnesses, were physically crippled or generally rather frail and short-lived. What was deemed to be an 'evil curse' acted upon him by said witch seemed to fade away over time though and there is no lack of more strictly scientific explanations in present day. Maël's situation is an entirely different nut to chew on though. He's the first down the bloodline who both inherited enough of the demonic seed planted by the succubus and whose human nature exhibits enough compatibility not for him to end up like his unfortunate predecessors. It's a component rather diluted given the many centuries that have passed since its origin, but it's there and -- that's the actual problem -- never considered explaining itself towards its owner. Maël can tap into some demonic prowess, temporarily enhancing attributes such as strength, speed and (maybe most important for an investigator) conventional/magical perception to levels that would otherwise be undue not only for someone of his lifestyle, stature and overall background. However, in this state, he also suffers from a bunch of drawbacks such as an alteration of his skin and eyes that might attract or frighten the public to a disadvantageous degree. He becomes generally more prone to violence with bare hands, teeth and blood in particular and overreacts more easily with a certain disregard of his own well-being. It's not like there would be a simple on/off switch, instead it's more like a ritual during which he pushes himself to the borders of his humanity. It also takes time of forced calmness to get himself back to normal again. Things your character wants to happen (probably wont): * Maël joined the group of paranormal investigators because he himself is, partly, paranormal. He hopes to discover more of his own nature and how to control it properly. This simply can't be done in the ordinary public environment. * Find out if there is any way to predict or even influence what will happen to his own childs, should he ever found a family. Too many of those have died in the past. * Not get dragged into the abyss by some full-blooded demon or get captured by crazy exorcists who might show interest in him when he is blazing like a star for those who can see it. Things you as a writer wants to happen (maybe will): * Cry 'Havoc!,' and let slip the personal frenzy! Once more unto the warp core breach! * A good manhunt, maybe ? Be it him being the hunter or the hunted. * Some comedy is always good, be it ordinary or of a sarcastic subtype</s> <\|message\|>Edgar "Stormraven" Stormhrafn, known as the Azure, also called Alfrikr Edgar placed his coffee cup down on the table with a faint 'clack', and he breathed in through his large nose as he considered the evidence before them. One of the reasons he joined the Sunday Group, other than a chance to make a normal wage, was so he could keep an eye on the spirits and eldritch beings of the world. Particulary the beings that hunted and fed upon men. If the demons or followers of the primordial chaos returned to the world, he was as likely to find the news here as he was in his sanctum. These corpses were an oddity, he admitted. Many aberrations could have slaughtered these men in that fashion. Immediately he thought of a Wendigo, but it was dismissed as soon as he thought it. A Wendigo would need outside help to travel such distances, and far more of the corpses would have been devoured (if it left anything at all). A Fomorian of celtic origin might leave the water at each scene, but not the ice necessarily. It must have been some spirit or wraith, at least when he was given such limited information to go with. But perhaps there was more... "Play both images back, will you girl?" He bade Ellie. She had either given in or kept her cool long since they had met from his useage of 'girl.' It was hard to halt saying it, since everyone here could be his thrice great grandchildren. He performed a quick Lunkt Aiga spell mentally as she humored him, his eyes gleaming faintly for the briefest of moments. In modern terms, it allowed him to zoom and clean the images in his mind, doing what most software could do in a fraction of the time. Technology was so limited, he thought to himself. As he soaked in the two images, he found something. The melted ice was of course a slight giveaway that narrowed down the list of suspects. Whatever had killed them was likely or nordic origin, his specialty. It wasn't the style of any celtic beasts, or inuit monster. This thing had brought the ice with it and had left it at the scene. But what he truly found fascinating was the blue tinge of the skin just as the cusp of eviscerated injury. Edgar lit his pipe as he pondered the information, not wanting to conclude it was some form of frost jotun or ice-wraith, but considering the possibilities highly. The magician hobo took a lengthy draught of his pipe before using the instrument to point at the projector. "I suggest you print out the images and magnify." He said to the group. "You'll see a frost blue lining along the edges of the wounds that suggest that if it was not from some ice creature, it was done by a weapon edged in ice. It was done by a weapon of Jotunheim if I don't miss my guess. Though it is possible that a wizard such as myself, or an arctic beasts committed such a crime. For ice magic is telling but not exclusive." Puffs of smoke wafted about his wizened face. "Perhaps if I was at the bodies I could perform a divination, and the length between the crimes is concerning. But as it stands, my conclusion is a Jotun. Even weaponless, a frost giant can use the ice on his body to rend and tear midgardians with relative ease." He was concern on the implications of such a reality if it were true. Jotuns in the americas either meant they were expanding their territory or they were desperate, and both promised more deaths in the future. He would need to consult the books in his personal library to render more information however. He was sure there was something more to be found. He turned his head to regard Val, sizing her up. "Young one, I am in need of your assistance." He said, eyes filled with the promise of wisdom. "Do your best to make better coffee for next time. I can't think after drinking that hot garbage." He finds the ice to be put there from the perp, and finds blue tinges from an ice weapon/appendage on the wound @Fetzen@Rapid Reader@Jarl Coolgruuf</s> <\|message\|>Clive T. Davidson Clive laced his fingers together and fixed the image with a thousand yard stare. Everything in the room but the image faded from his mind as he analyzed every detail of the bodies and their surroundings. The wounds were clean with little tearing in the skin. His best guess was that whatever performed these killings was likely part of a group either by alliance or species. The blade work suggested intelligence at least enough to wield a blade if not make one and the fact the bodies were not consumed counted out more bestial creatures. If he were to be perfectly honest, everything the wizard said went right over Clive's head. Norse mythology was not at all in his knowledge base, but Edgar's assertions lined up with his own thoughts. "Had to have been a blade of some kind and a sharp one at that," Clive agreed, "The cuts are too clean to have been made with anything but a very sharp edge." He pondered for a moment, sorting through the collection of monster lore contained within his mind and the clues at hand. Ice related, intelligent, uses a blade, either part of a group or able to move vast distances relatively quickly. "Kigatilik fits the bill as well. I doubt he'd leave the Arctic Circle, but there's always the possibility. Do we know if these men were shamans or magic practitioners of any sort? Did they have any connection to the Inuit peoples?" Perhaps Edgar had ruled out the possibility of Inuit creatures, but Clive wasn't ready to count them out so soon. Clive agrees with Edgar's assessment about the wounds and offers another possibility for the culprit.</s>	<\|message\|>Maël DuClair For the entirity of both Edgar's and Clive's talk, Maël did his best to hold back his urge to cough. He respected Edgar, really, but only for everything that was not related to his habits of teleporting and smoking that wicked weed he did. One day the Sunday Group would burn down not due to alchemistic experiments gone wrong or a Djinn making a house call, but due to the inherently evil spirit of deactivated smoke detectors. Yes, he smoked too -- but in front of the door. Trying to save the world the printing of a bunch of colored images, he stepped forward and tried to find the blue-ish lines mentioned right as they were being projected onto the wall. Unfortunately though ice-blue on white was not a very good combination by the means of an ordinary beamer. "Well I can't see them, but if you say so I guess they are there, Edgar." And now the tall man coughed, trying to make the best of the disturbance by returning back to his chair and freeing the projection of himself. "While nordic stuff clearly is your profession I feel obliged to add that we should not rule out second- and third-grade possibilities. Someone could have constructed a magically refrigerating sheath for a sword of his imagination which is made of ice. Simply pour some new water into that thing once its product has lost its cutting edge and dump the bloody piece of evidence into your longdrink after you're done and before the police shows up." Now Maël himself deemed the hypothetical example just given to be quite exaggerated, but he hoped that it delivered the point: There were other posssibilities and one should not close one's eyes to those, particulary not to the combination of magic and machine. Nordic beasts had been catalogued long since, but no catalogue in the world would be capable of holding a record of all inventions possible if just the human mind's wickedness was allowed to roam freely long enough. "Judging by the images I'd say that only a small fraction of the victims' bodies has actually been consumed, so this was not done in order to still some hunger but out of either bloodlust or a very artificial desire. What strikes me more however are two things: The presence of a larger body of water in both cases and the fact that Mr. Greg, despite being in very immediate danger, decided to relay his call to 911 through Mrs. Olivia instead of doing it directly, thereby wasting a lot of time. For what ? Men in nice clothes normally don't have that much of a bad reputation that they no longer can call the cops directly. I think we should put our eyes on both the victim's social environment and the pond. If the motive is indeed artificial this might provide more insight." He sighed. "Even if that includes paperwork..." Maël couldn't resist the temptation to take a glance over towards their cowboy. Maël pointing out some circumstances not most immediately related to the actual kill and trying to provide a course of action.</s>
<\|description\|>Jaun Ramirez ◄ 36 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'8ft ► P R O F I L E --- Juan isn't one to play around he's dead serious and when it comes to the job nothing else could mean the world to him. Taking down bad guys, well it's part of what he does and he does it damn fucking well those who disagree are usually left in hand cuffs or are out of the unit. Juan ain't a big guy he's a little mini Bucko, but that dosen't mean he can't pack a punch. Not it just means they are asking for it, looking back he could see the visions everyone was thinking he'd be nobody. Now he was a hot shot team leader, he trys to keep his ego in check but sometimes that fails. As a leader he likes to lead directly, sometimes he micro manages all aspects of the squad but he's a loving and endearing leader when he's trying to be. C H R O N I C L E --- Scum vato from Mexico. He use to run in a gang it wasen't the type of life he wanted but it was the life he lived, being a young kid in Mexico he made all the wrong choices and some more but that didn't stop him from getting what he wanted from life. Women, money and power but it all came crashing down on the young Mexican, The authorities well they didn't like the fact he was trying to sell coke on the streets. They locked him up until he turned snitched of course, working for the authorities he turned against his own crew - a rat, a snitch that's what he would be remembered as in Mexico. Though years later as a young adult, he would get out and move to a land of opportunity - The U.S.A. though he never made it to the famed L.A. or NYC he ended up in Ramsey. The place was a shit hole, and without much opportunity he ended up taking work as a security job for a while before quitting years later and joining the RPD. Why would he join as a cop? It was unclear to some but he'd learned to appreciate the other side of the law, he joined up and hit patrol for a while and throughout his years he moved up to RPD Swat where eventually he'd take over the unit. M E M O R I E S --- PC: TBA E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- M4A1 - Red dot - Flashlight mounted - 5 x 30 rnd mags. Glock 22 - 3 x 15 rnd mags. - Flashlight mounted. Various other mission-specific gear. Roles: Team Leader</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge. "Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner." He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives. He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands. "Fire in the hole..."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s>	<\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s>
<\|description\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara ◄ 35 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'10" ► P R O F I L E --- Scott is a quiet guy, calm, and cool as a cucumber. He doesn't have the sense of justice most Officers have. Known in the department for being a great shot, he rarely draws his weapon. When he does he will hit his target. Extremely disciplined, most people think he is uptight. C H R O N I C L E --- Born in the suburbs, Scott grew up in a relatively normal household. His father is a Marine veteran and owner of a successful construction outfit, his mother is a housewife. Scott has a brother 5 years his junior who is a CPA. Scott is the typical suburban white male. After high school, Scott enlisted in the Marine Corps like his father. Through hard work, he rose in rank, eventually making his way to MARSOC, specifically the Marine Raider Regiment. In the Raiders, Scott's MOS was Special Operations Capabilities Specialist specializing in Long Range Recon Patrols. After separating from the Marine Corps three years ago, he became a police officer after not finding full time work. Quickly tired of being a flat footed beat cop, Scott found his way to SWAT. M E M O R I E S --- PCs TBA, dependent on cast NPCs Ian Ferrara - Scott's younger brother. The two are very close and Ian is a very vocal opponent of the Police. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - M4A1 Mk 18 CQBR - AN/PEQ -5 Carbine Optical Laser - 4x Optical Zoom Scope - Visible Bright Light 2 - 4 x 30 round magazines - SIG Sauer P229 DAK .40 SW - 3 x 12 round magazines - 1 Wireless Inspection Camera with Detachable LCD Monitor - 2 x flash bangs - Trauma Kit - Lock Pick Kit Roles: Pointman</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s>	<\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara After D-Day blew the breaching charges, it was pretty automatic for Ferrara. During his time in the military, he had been on multiple missions where kicking in the door was necessary, but he had also been through many where silence was deadly. Swift, silent, deadly, was always the way he wanted to do things, this job seemed to be a lot of door kicking. The perp was on the ground, dazed and bleeding as he cleared the room quickly. Seeing no hostiles and equipped with zipties, Ferrara cleared the perp. First was securing his hands, then instinctively he searched for an S-Vest or other explosives that may be hidden. This sort of training never left you. Clearing the weapon, a Mac-10, he noticed some blood on the ground, wounds were checked and Ferrara left the perp on the ground ready for the next step.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts ◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ► P R O F I L E --- Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night. C H R O N I C L E --- Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving. Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team. M E M O R I E S --- NPC: Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows. PC: To be confirmed with other players E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm - 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve. - FN Five-Seven - 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve. - 3x flashbang. - Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc) - Multitool. Roles: Assault</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, "Ferrara here." Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, "I will be right there." Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs. "Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day heard music in his head. Some Black Flag hardcore shit. It got him amped. It sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him of football. This shit was football, but with real stakes. No worries about CTE here. Just a goddamn bullet in the brain. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the toughest men in the RPD. His tours of the Western were shit of legend. He once pulled up on a drug corner on a raid. Slapped the entire crew in bracelets. The big man on the block wouldn't stop running his goddamn mouth, even in cuffs. The other cops wanted to tase the mouthy motherfucker. D-Day put the big man on his feet. He fucking towered over D-Day, over six inches on him. D-Day undid the bracelets and offered him a chance: Me and you, one on one. You beat me you get to walk. I beat you, it's an added charge of resisting arrest. The big man cracked a grin. Five minutes later, D-Day was bouncing his goddamn head off the pavement as he spat teeth. The van rocked him back to the present. The van swayed. J.R. said something. D-Day got the gestalt. Bangers, guns, hostages a maybe. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing they couldn't handle. He was in his body armor, black greasepaint under his eyes. The music pounded in his head. He was ready for fucking war. "Point me where to go," D-Day said, his hand on the shotgun slung over his shoulder. "And I'll do the rest."</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking". The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.</s>
<\|description\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts ◄ AGE 36 ▎FEMALE ▎HEIGHT 5'7" ► P R O F I L E --- Maggie is somewhat more cognizant of her actions than some of her peers, preferring to take her time to learn what she can about a given operation before the team act upon it in scenarios where possible. Some have called her a stickler, to which her response is often to just laugh lightly and agree, but to her doing her job right is what helps Jen sleep at night. C H R O N I C L E --- Until the age of 16 Jennifer lived in Polzeath (Cornwall, England), working on her family farm. With her interests aligning more with her father's than her siblings he taught the girl how to shoot and maintain weapons; their use was mainly for culling ill or elderly members of their herds without causing excess pain but on occasion they were used for competitive rifle shooting between a girl and her old man. When the man passed away however, Jen's mother made the decision to emigrate to the States to be with her family in their time of grieving. Fond memories of the police in her home town caught her attention and it soon became a career which she continued to pursue even on another landmass. It wasn't the dream she had pictured it to be however, at least in Ramsey. Too many corrupt or simply poorly performing officers on the streets had pulled the reputation of the RPD down, drudging it through the mud; it was officers on the ground that suffered mozt of the abuse though, and Jen had had enough. She still believed in the ethos which drove her to become an officer but the love for work on the ground had diminished as the years dragged. She needed an out from the public eye but wanted to still do some good for the community she lived it. She applied to a variety of departments to escape the dull duties of a patrol officer and was lucky enough to find her place in the city's SWAT team. M E M O R I E S --- NPC: Sgt Anthony Brooks: Jennifer's former colleague and mentor, even after he retired from the Force the two stay in contact and discuss life events when time allows. PC: To be confirmed with other players E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- - CMMG Banshee, chambered in FN 5.7mm - 4x 20 magazines, one in the gun and three in reserve. - FN Five-Seven - 2x 20 round magazines, one in the gun and one in reserve. - 3x flashbang. - Personal trauma kit (bandages, morphine, tourniquet, etc) - Multitool. Roles: Assault</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s> <\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s>	<\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Half an hour ago, Ferrara had been at his desk going over the VICE reports. Sex trafficking was at an all time high and there was an inkling in his head the recent turf wars were over prostitution. His new Team Leader had been on him about keeping busy, Ferrara spent a lot of time at the range and not enough time doing police work. When his desk phone rang he was surprised and answered, "Ferrara here." Listening to the person on the other end, he closed all of his files and locked them in the desk, stating, "I will be right there." Ferrara was barely listening to the sitrep. "A couple bangers doing a stickup job," he thought. Seems to be the new normal, highly armed criminals with complete disregard for life. Checking, then rechecking his equipment he wondered how everyone would react. This was the first time down range with these people and the little things like trigger discipline and tactical awareness made him nervous. The Department couldn't issue him the equipment he requested, so maxing out his American Express card was his only option. Now the team had a slight equipment advantage with the wireless camera, it has a large LCD head for a clear picture and the camera itself was also water proof for those wet jobs. "Guess its time to be real Police," he murmured to himself, finally looking up at Ramirez who was staring at him. Ferrara shook his head no in reply.</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day heard music in his head. Some Black Flag hardcore shit. It got him amped. It sent shivers down his spine. It reminded him of football. This shit was football, but with real stakes. No worries about CTE here. Just a goddamn bullet in the brain. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of the toughest men in the RPD. His tours of the Western were shit of legend. He once pulled up on a drug corner on a raid. Slapped the entire crew in bracelets. The big man on the block wouldn't stop running his goddamn mouth, even in cuffs. The other cops wanted to tase the mouthy motherfucker. D-Day put the big man on his feet. He fucking towered over D-Day, over six inches on him. D-Day undid the bracelets and offered him a chance: Me and you, one on one. You beat me you get to walk. I beat you, it's an added charge of resisting arrest. The big man cracked a grin. Five minutes later, D-Day was bouncing his goddamn head off the pavement as he spat teeth. The van rocked him back to the present. The van swayed. J.R. said something. D-Day got the gestalt. Bangers, guns, hostages a maybe. Nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing they couldn't handle. He was in his body armor, black greasepaint under his eyes. The music pounded in his head. He was ready for fucking war. "Point me where to go," D-Day said, his hand on the shotgun slung over his shoulder. "And I'll do the rest."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The gentle aroma of tea filled the precinct's break room as Jennifer brewed herself another pot. As she waited for the leaves to stew she sipped from the previous cup she had made. She skimmed through the report she had typed up one more time before turning it in, each page crying out softly as she turned to the next. Drawing in a deep breath of the infused air she discarded the papers momentarily, pouring out the drink and adding two sugar cubes. As she began to raise the cup to her mouth however an officer at the door caught her attention. He sighned through the doors glass that her phone was ringing. Carrying both her mug and report out into the main office area Jen read the caller ID on her phone, cursing quietly. "Typical" she whispered, taking a large mouthful of the scolding drink before picking it up. "Officer Roberts speaking". The briefing was simple enough, Jennifer nodded along in silent acknowledge as Rodriguez spoke, almost disappointed at how little information they had going in. It put her in a sense on unease, but sometimes such situations couldn't be helped. "So we have 4 gun men and at least 3 civilian hostages, one guaranteed casualty already" she muttered aloud to herself as she double checked the fastenings on her chest rig. As she loaded both of her firearms she sent a reproachful glance in D-Day's direction, noticing out of the corner of her eye how eagerly he gripped his shotgun for a scenario filled with hostages. Maggie caught her tongue however, and just prayed that his only plan for the weapon was as a breaching tool.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana The SWAT truck was as bumpy as ever, but that was something that Alyssa had grown used to over her years with RPD SWAT. Another day, another call. This seemed like it was your typical barricaded suspect call. Based on what Ramirez said, there was no hope for any sort of negotiation. The goal was to get in and neutralize by any means necessary, which was something that the SWAT team had been plenty acquainted with throughout their years working together. This was pretty much routine, as high risk and volatile as this situation was. They were trained to be as efficient as they possible could've been. "Let's hope there aren't any more civilian casualties." Alyssa muttered, before she pulled the charging handle of her MK18, chambering a round before she tapped the forward assist, securing the bolt forward and rendering the gun live. She glanced at the rest of her teammates, letting her rifle dangle just a bit by the sling as she waited for the SWAT truck to arrive at the destination. The medic was ready to get in there and take out the suspects. Hopefully, she wouldn't have had to treat any civilians or fellow officers. That was the best outcome in her mind.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara Looking at D-Day, Ferrara thought, "Archetypal Meathead, it's hard to not miss with a shotgun." Heaving himself up while the truck skidded to a stop, he hopped out of the back and followed Ramirez, around the front of the vehicle and over the chain link fencing surrounding the property. Local police had already cordoned off the area, not sure if it tipped their hand. Stacking up behind D-Day, then moving closer to the door, when Ramirez quietly asked for the camera. Camera out and sliding the cable under the door, there was a slight click as the screen came to life. Slowly moving the cable inward, Ferrara saw exposed cinderblock in the low light. Tracking left, very slowly, he could see some metal racks of food products and soda bottles. The left side of the room ended with no door cutout or windows. So far this looked like the perps hadn't even checked back here. Turning right, again very slowly, a door became visible on the far right inside wall, most likely the way into the stock room. Positioning the camera for a more upward picture, Ferrara saw the door setup and started to relay the info to D-Day, "Dee, it's a deadbolt, looks like the door has one large hinge going up from the floor." Suddenly the camera flashed, as a light was turned on in the room. Ferrara, ripped the cord from under the door and slowly made a hand signal calling for absolute quiet. Kneeling back down with the machine, he started to slowly slip the camera back under the door. Now basically next to the door was the first perp he'd scene, cigarette in his mouth and a locked and loaded Mac-10 in his hand. Popping up he whispered to the group, "One perp right by the door, I would suggest the C2 for the door. D-Day blows the door, I clear the room. This guy will go down in the blast. Everyone else can stack up on the inner door to the store. Thoughts?"</s> <\|message\|>Mood Music D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge. "Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner." He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives. He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands. "Fire in the hole..."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.</s>
<\|description\|>Alyssa Montana ◄ 27 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7 ► P R O F I L E --- Alyssa is known for her ability to think on her feet and do whatever she can to make sure her team has the highest chance of success that they can have. Being the role that she is, she has to think outside of the box quite often in order to fulfill her role and make sure she does her job. She has a job to do, and nothing will stop her from doing it. C H R O N I C L E --- Alyssa grew up in downtown Ramsey, deep in the heart of Roman St. Warrior territory. She knew nothing but drugs, violence, and crime as as she grew up. Her family tried their best to make do with what they had and protect her from the environment, but even her parents' best efforts were ultimately not enough to shield Alyssa from the realities of downtown Ramsey and what the Roman St Warriors were capable of. As a result, Alyssa joined the RPD as soon as she could, and flew up the ranks as she fulfilled her duty as an officer of the Ramsey Police Department. It wasn't long before Alyssa was recommended a position within the SWAT team, due to her accomplishments as an officer. It was a recommendation that she would happily accept, and she currently serves on the RPD SWAT Team as a medic. M E M O R I E S --- PC TBA NPC Sgt. Matthew Livingston: Alyssa's former training officer. Knows what she's capable of. The two maintain contact with each other despite in being different departments. E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E --- Daniel Defense MK18 * EoTech Holographic Hybrid Sight * Magpul 30 round P-MAG * AN-PEQ 15 * Magpul Angled Foregrip Sig Sauer P226 * Surefire X300 Ultra Light 3x Magpul P-MAG (30 rounds) 2x Sig Sauer P226 Magazines 2x Smoke Grenade 2x Flashbang Trauma Kit Roles: Medic</s> <\|message\|>Jaun Ramirez 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer "Maggie" Roberts Even after covering one of her ears Jennifer could feel the usual ringing sensation aa the charge blew. Straightening up her posture she faced towards the door, gun at the ready, waiting for the order to move in. A deftly thrown flashbang followed by the words "breach" from their leader was the cue she was waiting for and as the pointman pushed into the room she made to follow. As Ferrara dealt with the stunned thug who had been on the receiving end of a breaching charge and a flashbang Maggie pushed a little farther forward. Weapon raised she sliced the pie through the door at the end of the room, from right corner closest to the door to the back right corner farthest from her. Slowly edging herself to the right she continued to sweep the room. It was definitely a stock room, boxes of unopened products lined the walls with a few stacked to head height. Half the room was poorly illuminated, making details difficult to make out. It seemed as if the perpetrator had only lit enough lights to make his journey to the back room for a fag safer. A panicked shuffle could be heard coming from the front of the store though, followed with crashing that sounded like shelves being pushed over. "Nix?" a male voice shouted from the store area of the gas station, sounding equal parts apprehensive and concerned. A couple other voices chimed in, although they were quieter and mostly unintelligible once the walls had muffled them. Whilst she waited for the others to file in behind her, and for the apprehended suspect to be dealt with she maintained her angle on the next room over, keeping watch of the stock room until they were at a point where they could breach the room as a team and take it.</s> <\|message\|>Scott "Froggie" Ferrara After D-Day blew the breaching charges, it was pretty automatic for Ferrara. During his time in the military, he had been on multiple missions where kicking in the door was necessary, but he had also been through many where silence was deadly. Swift, silent, deadly, was always the way he wanted to do things, this job seemed to be a lot of door kicking. The perp was on the ground, dazed and bleeding as he cleared the room quickly. Seeing no hostiles and equipped with zipties, Ferrara cleared the perp. First was securing his hands, then instinctively he searched for an S-Vest or other explosives that may be hidden. This sort of training never left you. Clearing the weapon, a Mac-10, he noticed some blood on the ground, wounds were checked and Ferrara left the perp on the ground ready for the next step.</s>	<\|message\|>Alyssa Montana As breaching charge blew, Alyssa surged in and made her way inside, keeping her gun pointed upwards and in front of her as she cleared the room and scanned for threats. There was one man on the floor, which Alyssa had quickly noticed was bleeding. After the room was clear, Alyssa moved to the apprehended suspect and checked him for any visible wounds. So far, all that was visible was a head laceration but other than that she could not see any wounds on his person. After he was cleared and no longer a threat, Alyssa tended to his wounds with her first aid kit and addressed the bleeding, before returning to the formation, ready to continue the sweep of the gas station.</s>